In this unique and provocative book, the author deals with the difference between ideal love and mere sex. He cites examples of married couples, some together for over ten years, who while losing physical interest in each other, still love each other's company. It is largely from this hard-core group of established married people, whence come the Swappers-those who find mutual relations with another married couple sexually entertaining.
In these pages are found the many variations of how such people have come to be swappers, and the small, highly significant incidents, that frequently touch off this modern sexual phenomenon.
Not all of the couples settle for such a swapping situation, of course; there are many cases in which one or the other of the partners finds the whole thing impossible. Such socially offbeat sexual indulgence is not an easy path to venture upon. The couples who do so face many crises-as these detailed case histories from real life illustrate only too well.
FOREWORD
After reading numerous articles concerning the ever increasing popularity of wife-swapping throughout the country, I spent some time researching the subject. I learned that numerous couples whom I interviewed had either had previous experience with it, or were active participants at the time of their interviews.
Some were reluctant to relate their opinions and experiences, but others seemed willing, even eager to debate on the subject. When asked to tell their stories by way of a tape-recorded interview, some accepted. Some refused for various reasons of which are of no consequence, since their stories were not revealed to me.
I found that most of these people were willing to tell portions, if not all of their experiences, then comment as to the advantages or disadvantages of swapping where they were concerned.
Some of these people have been members of organized clubs for the express purpose of wife-swapping parties. Others were initiated to the swapping idea by what seemed like the natural course of events at the time but later were to realize that they had received more than they had bargained for at the time.
Some, as is always the case, drifted into it through curiosity and chose to continue it for various reasons.
I could detect all kinds of emotions beneath the surface, as these people told their individual stories. There were expressions of remorse, gaiety, shame, and excitement as some particularly vivid moment was relived by the spoken word.
I couldn't help but wonder at the apparent honesty of these people as they related in detail their visits to homes and private clubs for the purpose of swapping mates.
They all seemed to agree on one thing: that swapping is on the increase. More and more couples are trying it, and a large majority are continuing the practice either on a large scale in organized clubs or by mutual agreement in small community groups, sometimes as few as four people. They seemed to believe that swapping is here to stay and they each have their reasons why they believe it.
Who can say why these people reach beyond the conventional system for sexual satisfaction. Do they really find what they are searching for?
Only those people themselves can explain their reasons; then we must draw our own conclusions. There are some who believe that we are in the throes of a so-called sexual revolution; that the birth control pill has thrown down the barriers and caused sex to run rampant. What of our moral standards? Has the Pill affected our minds also? I cannot believe that any method of contraception would spark this sort of thing.
Neither can I offer any explanation for what is happening, other than the opinions of these people. This writer has made no effort to judge or to explain their reasoning. If these people are to be judged, it must in this writer's opinion, be left to those who are qualified-and to the reader's discretion.
CHAPTER ONE
-Initiation
My wife and I got started on this wife-swapping thing when we moved into a new neighborhood last year. I was transferred to L.A. two years ago and we rented until we were reasonably sure we would not have to move again soon; then we bought a house in one of the suburbs.
We moved in a week before school started. We were real happy with the new place. We had lots of room for the whole family, a playroom for our two children and a den. I even bought the boys a dog. We have two sons, one five years and one nine.
Marie was so glad to have a place of her own, she was practically walking around on the clouds. She worked like a Turk getting everything arranged and put away. I wasn't a lot of help to her because I didn't get any time off, so she had to do most of the work herself. The boys and I helped with the heavy stuff, the dog ran around and barked like hell and tried to get into the act.
Marie got acquainted fast with the neighbors. That is when it started to get interesting. She invited them over for cards one night.
I liked George for his happy go lucky personality, and his wife was a real looker. Not that Marie is exactly hard on the eyes either; I just mean that gal was a real sex bomb. She was redheaded, about twenty-seven, and put together like a gigolo's dream! I got a bulge in my pants just eyeballing her! Marie caught me, and started paying some special attention to George just to let me know it wasn't a one-way street. I'm pretty much of a one-woman man, but I got the fever every time she came around.
One day I was washing the car in the back yard. Marie had gone to the beauty shop. I was supposed to pick her up around four in the afternoon. I had about three hours to get the job done so I was taking my time. I had it about half done when Evelyn came out on the back porch and sat down.
She was all dressed up in a bright mini-skirt and the sun fairly sparkled in her red hair. I grinned and waved my dirty rag at her and she waved back. Evelyn was sitting where I had a good view of her legs. When she was sure that I was looking she spread them and I damn near dropped the can of polish! I moved around the car until I could see all I wanted of her and made like I was really serious about that car wash.
She kept up a light conversation with me but I can't remember much of what she said. I could see the pink of her panties and her eyes were teasing me all the time. She told me that she had a cold beer in the refrigerator and asked if I would care to join her in one, after I finished with the car. I told her that I was ready for one right then and threw the rag down.
I followed Evelyn into the kitchen and leaned against the cabinet while she opened a couple for us. She handed me one and suggested that we go to the living room to drink. I asked her where George was and she said Saturday was his bowling day. We had the house all to ourselves and both our mates were out of the way. Temptation was putting a bulge in my pants and a gleam in her eye. She had the damnedest way of sitting in front of me where I could see everything she had. She kept staring at my crotch as though she were trying to see through my pants.
She asked me if I liked to dance, I said yes but I wasn't very good at it. She got up and turned on some music. She came in close and spread her legs over my bulge. We made about two turns around the floor and then things started to happen. I dropped my hands to her buttocks and rolled her against me. She was letting me know in no uncertain terms that she was ready. I asked her if she treated all her friends that way. She told me that she wasn't getting enough from George to satisfy her and had to take it where she could get it. I told her I had no such problem but I would be glad to accommodate her. She laughed and hugged me closer. I was worried about someone coming in, like George maybe, and catching us. But she was taking me down the line pretty fast. I looked around to make sure the blinds were closed, then suggested we cut out the dancing and get to the serious part.
We sat on the couch and I started to explore that gorgeous body of hers while she explained a few things to me. She told me she married George when she was seventeen and they had never been able to have any children. She said George had been pretty unhappy about the whole thing and had begun to step out on her every chance he had, afterwards. She told me she caught him several times and finally started to go out on him. He told her that he wasn't satisfied with her all the time and that he was going to get all he could on the side.
I asked her how they had managed to live together all that time when neither was faithful to the other. That was something new for me and I couldn't make any sense out of it.
She said it had worked out very well for them and it had even improved their relationship. They had stayed mad at one another for a while then had gotten used to the idea and fallen into a regular compromise about their sex life. She told me they had swapped with other couples and had agreed it was good for them. She enjoyed relations more with George, after a swap with another couple.
I had her blouse open in front and was working on the hooks in back. I fingered them loose and shoved the bra away from the taut mounds of her breasts.
She pulled my head down and her arms held me while her lips showed me what a hot woman's kiss was like. Her tongue went into my mouth and worked fire through my system. I was sweating and my lungs felt like they were on fire.
I shoved her away and told her we better go into the bedroom before I blew a gasket. She laughed and said she didn't want me to do that until she was ready.
I scooped her up and carried her into one of their bedrooms and closed the door. I planted her on her feet and started to take off the rest of her clothes. I slipped the dress down over her shoulders and was fooling with the buttons when she took over. She pushed my hands away and was down to the skin before I could bat my eyes. "Get out of those clothes", she told me and jerked my shirt out of my belt. Her fingers had all the buttons loose before I could get the cuffs undone. I jerked my belt loose and wiggled out of my pants, while she stretched out on the bed.
I turned around to look at her and she was really beautiful against that white bedspread. Her skin was just a shade darker than the spread. She had green eyes that were half closed with the passion in her body. Her lips were shaded with an orange tinted lipstick which blended well with her hair coloring. The eyes were set under arched brows and the nose was just right to set off the rest of the face.
Her breasts were things of beauty. They were taut sensuous mounds aching to be kissed and fondled. That gal had been put together for the art of lovemaking. Her waist was small, flowing into well-molded hips. Her legs were nice.
I had gotten so worked up while fondling her on the couch I couldn't wait any longer. I peeled my shorts down and moved in between her legs. She spread to accommodate me and I gave her all I had.
She sighed with pleasure as I began to pace myself. Her teeth nibbled around my ear while she murmured little strangled noises of ecstasy. "Oh you're good", she murmured, "I knew you would be! I couldn't wait to get you between my legs."
"I had the hots for you too, in fact I got a hard on just looking at you the first night you and George came over. Marie caught me at it too and I thought she was going to say something but she didn't mention it after you went home."
"I think she was sort of taken with George, he has a winning way with women and takes advantage of it every chance he gets. I know he is hot for her, I can tell by the way he looks at her. Do you think she would let him get in her pants?"
"I don't think so but you never can tell! I didn't expect to get my cock into you but here we are."
"You can get that into me as often as you would like. Ohhh honey that's good! Oooooooh!"
She writhed under me and her heels beat the edge of the bed. Her teeth went into my shoulder until I thought I would have to jerk her loose but she shuddered one last time and let go.
I didn't have what I wanted so I kept after her, pacing myself with slow strokes. She sighed and her arms fell to her sides on the bed. I watched her eyes while I brought myself to the point of climax. They were like two green pools against the pale whiteness of her feverish skin. They dilated slightly as passion began to build inside her again. She whimpered and her arms snaked around my neck to squeeze in rhythm with the violent shudders of passionate release surging through our bodies at the same time. The last thing I heard before I went blind was her hoarse whispering in my ear.
We smoked and talked for a while before I went home. We agreed that we were well suited for each other. We talked about swapping, if I could get Marie interested!
It was pretty well agreed that George would go along, from what Evelyn had told me about him. I had some doubts about my own feelings where George and Marie were concerned but after what had just taken place between Evelyn and me, my jealousy was ridiculous. I decided that it might turn out to be fun for everyone, anyway I was going to talk to Marie about it and feel her out on the subject. I finished the car and took off downtown to pick her up. I reasoned that there was no time like the present, besides if I waited I might lose my nerve and back out altogether.
Marie came out looking like a doll; she knew it too, kind of strutted her stuff as she crossed the walk to the car. After ten years and two kids she could still stir me up anytime so I didn't wonder at George having an itch for her. We had both been passionate with our lovemaking and had fought through a passionate intercourse on the back seat of my car during our second date. It had surprised both of us and we marveled at the all consuming ferocity of our lovemaking.
She had been one of the most sought after girls in school and I had been flattered when she had accepted a date with me. I had been trying to get up nerve enough to ask her all through our senior year but I had seen her turn down so many other guys I couldn't see where I had a chance. One day a bunch of the guys in my class were sitting around popping off and I said something about what a looker she was and how I would like to take her out. The guys all agreed she was a tough one and then they started crowding me to ask her for a date. I told them that I had been thinking about it but hadn't been able to bring myself to ask her. They kept it up until someone made a bet. I never had been one to refuse a dare so I had to give it a try. Three days later I caught her in a drug store and asked her. To my everlasting surprise she had accepted. I was so surprised I didn't know what to say so I had murmured something about picking her up at seven to go to the drive-in and took off.
We had hit it off fine. She acted as though she liked me. We sat through two shows and I took her home. She let me kiss her goodnight at the door and her lips were like nothing I had ever felt before. I was really stuck on her and asked her if I could see her again on the following Friday night. She told me she had enjoyed our date and would be looking forward to Friday.
We went to the drive-in again but didn't stay for the second show. She didn't say a word when I started the engine and pulled out for a private parking place I knew about just outside town. I parked under some trees and took her in my arms again. She came eagerly, her arms pulled me up close. I was surprised at the hunger of her mouth as our lips met. She squirmed on the seat as I slipped one of my legs between hers then pulled her astride my lap.
Her breath was coming fast and I knew she was every bit as hot as I was. She moaned in my ear and her mouth found mine again. She began to work her hips in a circular motion rubbing her pubic mound against the bulge in my pants. She sighed as she felt it get hard and swell under her.
I shoved her gently down on her back and slipped her panties down to her knees. She spread her legs and I fumbled at my pants until I had my cock in my hand. I was so excited I couldn't wait and I shoved it in her all the way. I heard her gasp and just for a second she tried to push me away, then she was pulling me down on top of her and almost choking me with her desperate grip. We fought and struggled against each other until we were both spent and trembling in each other's arms.
* * *
Marie had gotten into the car and was sitting there waiting for me to pull away from the curb. I snapped out of it fast and just as we pulled away from the light she asked me what I had been thinking about when she came out.
I told her I had been thinking about a long time ago when we were both a lot younger and life had been a lot more fun. I told her about two young people who had found out what sex was all about in a drive-in theater on the back seat of an automobile. They had found themselves so much in love with each other, they had married as soon as school was out.
She smiled with memory and told me that I always had been too sentimental for my own good. I drove across town without saying anything else, trying to decide how to tell her about what had happened between Evelyn and myself. She knew there was something on my mind but she was waiting for me to open the ball, as always.
I finally asked her if she had heard anything about wife-swapping going on in the neighborhood.
She looked surprised and asked me who I had in mind. When I told her, she got serious and asked me what was going on. I explained that I next to me on the couch and asked me how it went. I told her I thought Marie went for the idea but I couldn't be certain yet. She grinned and told me to give George a little time, and everything would be fine.
I watched them move around the floor, their bodies intimately close and rubbing each other. I got a glimpse of Marie's face as they made a turn, and it was flushed with desire.
Evelyn told me she was going to suggest something to them. She got up and went over to where they were dancing and tapped George on the shoulder. She said something to George and they hesitated for a minute, George looking at Marie inquiringly. She nodded glancing sideways at me, then she and George walked out the door.
Evelyn came back and told me she had suggested they go next door and get better acquainted. She said Marie would probably be a little nervous and it would be better if they had more privacy until she got used to the idea.
"They won't have any trouble, if I know George," she told me. "She will be lucky if he gives her time to get her shoes off. I hope he doesn't scare her off before he gets her in bed. I think this arrangement can be fun for all of us if it works out right."
I took her hand and led her into our bedroom and locked the door, in case one of the boys decided to raid the icebox. I grabbed her and had been approached by Evelyn, while she had been gone and that I had made love to her. I told her what Evelyn had told me about her and George.
She sat there silently for a minute, then grinned. "It might be fun," she said. "Anyway, I suppose I will have to take George on to get even with her for seducing my husband."
I breathed a sigh of relief and turned into the garage beside our house.
After we got the kids in bed that night I called George. I asked him to bring Evelyn over for a drink. I could tell by the elated sound of his voice that Evelyn had already told him what had happened.
Marie put on some records and I mixed the drinks so that everything would be ready when they arrived.
Marie looked sexy, she was wearing one of those soft transparent shifts that cling in all the right places. Her face was just a tiny bit flushed and there was a glint in her eye. I found myself getting a little bit jealous, but shrugged it off as ridiculous. If we were going through with, this thing we were going to have to keep an open mind.
They came over around nine and we had a couple of drinks. George asked Marie to dance and the party got under way. Evelyn sat down pulled her against the bulge in my pants.
She sucked in her breath and ground her hips under my hands while her fingers dug at my back. I cupped her buttocks and lifted her vee over my hard and pulled her as tight against me as I could. Her breath was coming fast and she was nibbling at my ear!
"Hurry," she whispered, "hurry."
I lifted her onto the bed and shoved her dress up around her waist, then hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties and slipped them down past her ankles. I fingered the buttons loose on her blouse and unhooked her bra.
She raised up and slipped out of them, then fell across the bed naked. Her fingers were reaching for me before I could move in between her legs. She was moaning and begging me to hurry. Her tongue darted out to wipe at her lips, her fingers dug into my shoulders as my cock went into her. She gasped and pitched her hips under me in a passionate frenzy. Her lips peeled back over her teeth and her eyes rolled back in her head as she shuddered into a violent climax.
She writhed under me as I paced myself, trying to give her as much satisfaction as possible before reaching a climax. She was very ardent and demanded the most from anyone. In fact there were times before the session was over, I became alarmed, thinking that I might not be able to satisfy her. She really turned me on, every nerve in my body was straining for release. I tried an old trick I had used many times in the past, while having sexual relations with Marie, during the early part of our marriage. I forced my mind to thoughts of the past which had nothing to do with what was happening at the moment. I managed to hold my own for a few minutes more until Evelyn began to moan, then her breath burst from her throat in a strangled gasp. It was suddenly all over for both of us.
I lit cigarettes for us and we relaxed on the bed while we talked about ourselves for a while. I asked her if she had any regrets about the men she had been involved with, like myself.
She said absolutely not. She told me that some of their swapping arrangements had worked out fine for all concerned; and others had not. She told me that she and George had swapped with a couple recently whom they had both liked very well but the woman became very jealous after they had swapped the second time and refused to do any more of it. The woman had told her, that she couldn't bear the thought of her husband in the arms of another woman. She said she had enjoyed the attentions of George, that he had been very considerate and had given her the most, as she had put it. But she hadn't been able to keep the thought of Evelyn and her husband out of her mind. When she got to thinking about it, she had become angry in spite of herself and had decided to call the whole thing off before she and her husband could have trouble over it.
She got up and went into the bathroom. I sat there thinking about what she had told me, wondering what kind of effect this offbeat relationship would have on my marriage.
Marie and George hadn't come back so I had an idea they had gotten together. As I remember it now, I wanted to go over and find out what was happening. But I reasoned that I would probably look pretty ridiculous to them, if I were to come barging in about the time they got started. In fact it would probably blow the whole show.
Evelyn came back about that time and gave me a big cool drink. I took a long pull at it and forgot my doubts. I thought to hell with it, I'll find out about it all later when I talk it over with Marie.
I finished my drink and pulled her down on the bed again. She caught her breath in surprise at my sudden anger. I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth and rolled my tongue around its edge until it grew hard. She was responding with little jerking movements. Her fingernails were digging into the bedcovers. I moved my lips to the other breast and took the same action. My fingers traced a line across her stomach and down to her open thighs. I felt the hairline and teased at it gently. I kissed around her breast and began to move down. As my lips moved across her stomach her hands moved to my head, the fingers curling in my hair. She pulled my head down until my lips were touching the mound of her stomach.
I touched her skin with the point of my tongue. I felt her tremble with delight. I could feel passion building in her body and knew she was wanting more and wanting it bad! I felt her legs lift and her thighs close at my ears. I teased the lips of her vagina until she locked her ankles and squeezed my head with all her strength! She was whimpering, trying to roll on the bed.
My ears were roaring from the pain of her grip on my head so I reached up and grabbed her ankles, forcing them apart, I shoved her heels back until her knees were touching her stomach. She squealed with surprise then grabbed the edge of the bed as I shoved my tongue into her! She tried to kick her feet but I held her down tight and went after her in earnest. She shuddered through a climax then settled down to take all I could give her with hardly any movement at all.
When Marie and George came back, we were in the living room waiting for them. I studied her face for signs of embarrassment, but she seemed to be pretty well in command of herself. George grinned at Evelyn and went over to mix them a couple of drinks. We all had one more round and went to bed.
Later that night I asked Marie what had happened over at the other house. She told me that George had been very eager to get in her pants. She said they went into the living room and he mixed her a strong drink of some kind. He had one himself then had proceeded to make love to her. She had been standing at the stereo set listening to a record, when he had come up behind her. He put his arms around her and cupped her breasts. She said she had been excited by him and that he had satisfied her completely.
I asked her if he made love any different than I did and she said no, but that his cock was bigger than mine! I didn't exactly get a thrill from her telling me that, so I told her that Evelyn had really given me a real good going over and that when it came to screwing, she was a pro. She asked me if I wanted to continue the arrangement, and I told her I did, if she had no objection to it. She told me she thought it would be good for us both.
We were all eager to try it again so we made plans for the next night. We went to their house about eight o'clock.
George locked the doors and drew the blinds, then the women stripped down to their panties and served the drinks topless. They seemed to enjoy parading around in front of us that way. I think they got some kind of charge out of it. I know I did, that Evelyn was really something in black silk panties.
George put on some records and he and Marie started to dance. His right hand slid down her waist and teased her buttocks. She hunched against him and worked her hips against the bulge in his pants.
Evelyn came over and slid onto the couch beside me. Her hand went to my crotch and she began to stroke the head of my cock. Her face came down in front of me and her hot mouth found mine. Her tongue slid into my mouth while her stroking fingers teased fire into my blood. I felt the zipper slide and then her fingers were inside touching bare hot flesh.
I pulled her down onto her back and jerked my belt loose. Her fingers had my cock out before I could slide in between her legs. I snatched her panties down over her hips and dropped them to the carpet. She spread her legs, pulling me down on top of her. I looked to one side just as I started to enter her and there was no sign of George and Marie. They had gotten charged up and gone into one of the bedrooms.
Evelyn guided me inside her and closed her thighs around my hips. I felt her hands grip my waist as my cock filled her, pulling me hard against her body. I locked my ankles around her left leg and drove my cock into her.
She gasped and clawed at my hips plunging her body against mine with the fury of ever increasing passion. I had expected her to slow down a little after one or two sessions but she seemed to be enjoying it more each time. I could easily see where this arrangement could go on for quite a while, if Marie and George got along as well as we did! She moaned and started raking my back with her fingernails. Her body shuddered then she went limp under me.
I picked up the pace, plunging my cock into her hard and felt myself nearing an orgasm. I curled my fingers in her hair and covered her mouth with mine.
She began to respond. Her hands went to my shoulders and her hips came alive again. She tore her lips away from mine and a hoarse scream ripped out of her throat. I pitched my hips into her as fast as possible in order to take her with me. She threw her head back and screamed again as I blasted inside her then her voice died on a low moan as passion died in the both of us.
I mixed us a drink and asked her if I had satisfied her. She said I was the best she had ever had so far. I told her she satisfied my completely and that I had enjoyed relations with Marie even more after we had swapped. She told me that it worked that way in most cases. She said she hoped it worked that way for all of us because she really had the hots for me.
I told her about how I had wanted her when I first saw her and that I felt the same way about our swapping.
She had been staring at my crotch and she came over and sat down beside me on the couch. She placed her right hand on my cock and began to stroke it. She told me that she had been wanting to eat me and she was going to do it to me then.
She leaned over and her tongue touched the head of my cock. A little shiver of pleasure went up my spine and my cock started to swell. She sighed and ran her tongue around the head of it, then slid her mouth onto it. Her hands gripped my knees pulling as her mouth and tongue teased my cock to almost unbearable heights of pleasure. I started trembling and gripped her head as I felt my cock explode in her mouth. Her hands squeezed my knees tight holding me still until she had all there was to give!
I was weak and shaken from her hot mouth and when I opened my eyes she was grinning at me with a glint of mischief in her pretty eyes. I watched her for a minute then shoved her over backwards onto the floor. She squealed with surprise and I grabbed her ankles forcing them apart. She said no but I was already touching the inside of her thigh with my tongue. She just moaned and started sighing as I found her crevice then started to tease it gently. I felt her tremble as I found her clitoris, she pitched then moaned with delight.
We rolled on the floor until she begged me to stop after she had gone through three climaxes. I let go of her and she sat up looking startled. She told me I could do it again tomorrow but she didn't think she could take anymore right then.
We swapped out with them for about six months, then George was transferred to one of the Eastern states. We got a few letters from them but they stopped writing after a while. It seemed they had found someone to swap with out there.
CHAPTER TWO
-Wanting Wife
James and I have been married for ten years and haven't been able to have any children. The doctor told me it was because of illness in my early childhood. After trying for three years we gave up the idea. Something seemed to go out of our marriage. Where James had been very ardent, he grew cold towards me. Sometimes we went for weeks without sexual relations. I was devoted to him and tried everything I could think of to improve our relationship. He only ignored me. At night he would make excuses not to have relations with me, claiming he was tired, or just wasn't in the mood for sex.
I was a secretary when we married and went back to work after taking off two weeks for our honeymoon. When our marriage began to go on the rocks I thought of quitting my job, thinking it might help if I spent more time around the house in the effort of making a better home for James. I gave two weeks notice and went shopping for new curtains and other trinkets to brighten up the home.
I was out in the yard one day watering the lawn. A car pulled up in front of the house and a very handsome young man got out and came up the walk. He had mistaken our house for the one next door. He asked for the Wilsons and I told him he had the wrong house. I pointed across the fence to the house next door.
He smiled and apologized, then walked next door. I went on watering and had almost forgotten about him when he came back. He told me there was no one at home, that he would come back later. I knew the Wilsons would be home around five and told him so. He glanced at his watch and looked regretful. His eyes were watching the movement of my body as I played the water hose around the grass.
He was around six feet tall and had real deep blue eyes. His shoulders were muscular and he carried himself well.
I felt a thrill of excitement go through me as he watched me work. It had been too long since I had been sexually satisfied and it was beginning to tell on me. I stopped and looked into his eyes for a minute. I told him he was welcome to wait if he wanted to. I told him I might be able to find a cold beer in the refrigerator, if he would like one.
He grinned and told me, that was the best offer he had received all afternoon! His eyes roamed over my bare legs! I could tell he wanted to get better acquainted with me. I knew I might be playing a dangerous game but I had been excited by his good looks and neat appearance, so I led the way inside and took two cans of beer from the refrigerator. I opened them and we went to the living room where we could relax.
I had dressed in shorts and a tight halter in order to get some sunlight on my skin while watering the yard. He had been admiring my figure since getting out of the car in front of the house. The way his eyes kept lingering on my breasts caused butterflies in my stomach.
He told me he was an insurance investigator and that the Wilsons had reported some damage to their car.
I went over and shook his beer can asking him if he wanted another. When I leaned over in front of him I made sure he got a good look at my breasts. I went to the kitchen for more beer, swinging my hips a little more seductive than necessary. When I came back into the room I walked straight towards him and leaned over low so he could look into the top of my bra again. When I set the can down I looked into his eyes and they were bright with desire.
His hands came out of nowhere and grasped my shoulders then pulled my across his lap. His lips covered mine and I shivered with desire. His left arm was around my neck and the fingers of his right hand were caressing my breasts. His tongue slid into my mouth and I returned his kiss with all the pent up hunger in my starved body!
I felt his fingers tease at the vee of my shorts and caress the lips of my vagina. I spread my legs wide and his fingers worked me into a frenzy of desire. I was trembling all over as his fingers moved to the zipper at the leg of my shorts. I felt it buzz and then he was pulling them down across my hips. I lifted myself and he slipped them past my knees and then ran his fingers back to my vagina to caress through the soft silk of my sheer black panties and renew the agony of desire.
I gasped as his index finger went under the elastic and teased at the soft hair of my vagina. I squeezed with my legs and he slid the finger inside.
He slipped the hooks on my bra strap and my breasts fell free. His lips were like fire as they played at the nipples. His finger was bringing me nearer a climax and I was so hot I thought I would pass out if he didn't bring me to a climax soon.
He raised up and moved on the couch, digging at his fly. I felt something big at the lips of my vagina, then his cock slid into me. He was like nothing I had ever known before. He held me motionless while he thrust himself into me. I had no sense of time or anything except the wonderful sensations coursing through my body.
He was talking to me all the time, I could hear his voice as though it were coming from a distance. "You like that don't you baby? Does that make you throb with joy? Why don't you hunch a little more? Can't you move baby does it hurt-does it hurt good, baby?"
I felt myself nearing a climax and gritted my teeth to keep from screaming. I dug my fingernails into his back and begged him to hit me harder. I strained against him with all my strength and felt my legs begin to tremble as my body convulsed into a shattering-blinding orgasm.
He sensed my climax and threw himself at me even harder as I trembled and squealed in his ear. His cock seemed to grow larger with each stroke and his breathing was an agonized whisper in my ear. Suddenly he jerked and I felt his body grow tense in my arms. Then he groaned and hit me three times hard and fast. He relaxed, as his sperm filled me and triggered another climax from my body.
We were both weak and shaken as we straightened our clothing and looked at each other in surprise. "You wanted me to do that, didn't you?" he asked me, while he lit a cigarette. "By the way, my name is Cliff."
I told him I did. And then on an impulse I told him why. I explained what had happened to our marriage and asked his opinion of the reason for it.
He told me that some men are very proud where their virility is concerned. Such men often grow very cold toward a woman who cannot bear their children. He told me not to accept his opinion as the last word but to go to a good counselor and he could explain it to me. He also said it wouldn't be a bad idea to take my husband along, if I could get him to go.
I asked Cliff if he had found anything wrong with the way I made love.
He looked surprised and said: "Hell no, in fact it was the best I've had in a long time. I could tell you were hot the minute I saw you, and I wondered about it. That's why I came back. I glanced at those pretty legs of yours while I was ringing the doorbell over there and I couldn't resist coming back to try and get in your pants! When you leaned over and showed me your breasts I knew I could have you, so I took you and I'm glad I did. In fact I would like to have you again if I had time before someone were to come in and catch us. We had better not crowd our luck today. Maybe we could get together sometime if you want. We could take more time and be more relaxed. I don't mind telling you, it makes me nervous to take a woman on these terms."
Cliff told me that he and his wife had been swapping with some other couples in his neighborhood and they really enjoyed the arrangement. He said they had been reluctant at first but had finally consented after meeting some of the other couples in the club. He stated that he and his wife had heard about a nightclub where swappers could go to get acquainted. They had gone there and met other couples who appealed to them and who already belonged to the club. He jotted down the name and address of the club and told me to take my husband out there sometime. He said that one of the advantages of the club was the fact you didn't have to give anyone your address. He said you could arrange to meet them someplace else. If the arrangement didn't work out you didn't have to fool with that couple anymore. Cliff also gave me his phone number and told me to call him if we decided to swap with him and his wife.
I was a little bit bewildered by the story he told me and by what had happened between the two of us. I hid the phone numbers and forgot about the whole thing for awhile. I couldn't make up my mind to tell James about what had happened. I could just see him throwing nine kinds of fits and suing me for divorce. I put up the new curtains and dolled up the house but it didn't make any difference with James, in fact he griped because I had quit my job. He said he wasn't sure we could afford it at the time, because of the house payments. I reminded him of the savings account and the raise he had gotten recently and told him I thought it might be good for our marriage if I stayed around home and tried to be more of a wife to him, instead of a wage earner.
He asked me what I meant by that. I told him I thought our marriage could stand a lot of improvement-especially in the sexual arrangement. I said that I wasn't sure the past two months, if I had been his wife or a guest in his home.
He thought about that for a while then told me he had been pretty mixed up about the whole thing himself. He told me that he had become mixed up with one of the girls at the office and had been having an affair with her for almost two months. He said he hadn't quite known how to tell me about it. In fact he had been afraid to tell me for fear I would leave him. He said it had started with one of those wife-swapping things, where they get one of a couple started then have them induce their wife or husband to participate.
I almost had to laugh when I thought of how close our minds worked with same subject. I told him I had been propositioned just the week before to join in some swapping with a group across town. I explained about the salesman coming to the house and about things getting out of hand. I said Cliff had been so handsome and forceful I hadn't been able to resist his advances. I murmured how well he had satisfied me and that I wouldn't mind having Cliff screw me again. I showed him the name and address he had given me and asked James if he wanted to give them a try.
He thought about it for awhile then said: "Why not, it might be fun! Why don't you give him a call and let's get together as soon as possible!"
I called Cliff and he was surprised to hear from me, and said they would be happy to make a date with us. We agreed on the following night and then let James and Cliff's wife have the phone for a few minutes. He told me after he hung up that her name was Joy and if she looked as good as she sounded on the phone he was going to enjoy getting in her pants.
I went to the bathroom and changed into a sheer nightie and shook my hair out. When I started to the kitchen for a drink of water before going to bed James grabbed me and buried his face in my shoulder, drawing my up close against him. I caught my breath as his hands went under the nightie to my bare buttocks and started to caress. I pressed myself hard against him and felt his cock getting hard next to my skin through the thin material.
I moved my hips in a circular motion teasing his cock with my thighs. Moving back a little I dropped my hand to his fly and unzipped his pants. I dipped my hand inside and gripped his big cock in my fingers. I heard him sigh as I began to stroke it back and forth.
His hand moved around the front of my thighs and lifted the hem of the nightie. His warm fingers lifted to my vee and went into the hair teasing the mound of my pussy. I shivered with pleasure and squeezed his cock.
He lifted me into his arms and carried me into the bedroom. He laid me gently on the bed and slipped the nightie over my head. His tongue touched the front of my thigh and then began to move inward towards my vee. I spread my legs wide and gripped the bed as my body trembled in anticipation of what was to come.
His hot tongue touched and probed the insides of my legs, teasing me to the verge of desperation. I writhed and lifted myself trying to rush him but he kept on teasing. I tried to get my legs around his head but he shoved them away and held them in his hands. He forced my legs apart then put his tongue to the lips of my pussy. It moved over the mound then slipped into the crevice, tearing a groan from my throat as it probed deep inside. I strained to get my legs around his head but he held them wide apart while he ravaged my lusting body with his tongue until I could stand it no longer and my body began to jerk like a fish on a string. I screamed and fought the bed as shudder after shudder went through me until no more passion was left in me!
* * *
James and I arrived at the other couples house at nine p.m. the following night. Cliff met us at the door and showed us into an elaborately furnished living room. He introduced his wife, Joy, to James and they sat down on the couch to get acquainted. He and I crossed the room to the stereo set and he put on some records.
Joy was blonde headed and cute as sin. She just did come to James's shoulder when they got up to dance. He pulled her in close and they moved gracefully around the floor. I could tell James liked her because I could already see the bulge in the front of his pants. She was doing her bit by hunching now and then to lift her butt high enough for his cock to get a feel of it. I saw his hand drop to her hip and squeeze. She lifted up on her tiptoes and ground her hips hard to let him know she liked it. He dropped his hands to her hips and lifted her dress up around her waist. She pressed herself against his bulge and worked her hips with her legs spread as wide as she could get them. She was riding him as they danced.
I felt warm hands slide around my hips and dip into my vee. I moved my right leg to one side a little to give him room to fondle me. His fingers quickly moved to the mound between my legs and began to caress me while his lips kissed the back of my neck. I moved my hand around behind me and felt his cock, swollen and causing a bulge in the front of his pants. I stroked it and felt it swell even more under my hand.
His fingers lifted my dress and slid under the elastic of my panties, then went into the soft hair. I found the zipper and slid it down so I could get his cock out. He sighed as my fingers found bare flesh and pulled it out of his fly.
James was on his knees pulling Joy's panties down over her hips. She stepped out of them and he kissed her on the mound of her pussy. She threw her head back and moaned with delight. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her mouth was wide open. He ducked his head and his tongue darted between her legs. She lifted herself and straddled his mouth, then closed her thighs against his head. That was the first time I ever saw a woman eaten while she was standing up!
His fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties and pulled them off. I stepped out of them. Then those strong hands were pulling me down to the floor. I went down on my back and felt his lips at my stomach.
Cliff kissed a warm line around my thighs then moved down. His tongue probed at the hairline just near enough to be maddening. I threw my legs apart wanting him to hurry and get his mouth on me. I had got awfully hot watching James eat Joy right in front of us! I curled my fingers in his hair and jerked his mouth up to my pussy.
It pierced me and went in deep. I gasped and threw my legs around his neck. He ate me like I had never been eaten before. I thought I would never stop coming. I went through three climaxes before I shoved him away and rolled over to catch my breath.
I was facing Joy. She was flat on her back and James was giving her his cock as fast as he could hunch it into her. Her mouth was uttering little strained noises and her eyes were glazed with ecstasy. Suddenly her eyes went wide and she started to scream, her feet pounded the floor and with a strangled gasp she went limp.
I felt Cliff move over me and then the head of that big cock was touching the hair between my legs. It parted me then filled me as he drove it hard then jerked it to thrust again. I hugged him for support and shuddered as he drove it home again and again, until I was screaming with a glorious release and the room had suddenly become very dark. I held him tight as he hunched-into his climax and his breath became a hoarse sound of delight in my ear.
James and I talked about our individual experiences that night after we were home in bed. He told me that Joy had satisfied him completely and that he would like to continue the arrangement. He told me she had given him a thrill that was different from anything he had ever known.
I told him what Joy's husband had said to me about swapping being good for some couples, that it helped to stimulate their sexual desires.
We agreed we would swap with Joy and Cliff for a while longer and find out how it worked out for us.
James was more attentive to me after we began to swap and I seemed to feel closer to him. Perhaps it was the fact that we were both having extra marital relations and that made us more aware of possibly losing one another to someone else, were both having extra-marital relations and that made us more aware of possibly losing one another to someone else, were both having extra-marital relations and that made us more aware of possibly losing one another to someone else, from the kitchen extension. A pleasant male voice asked me what was going on at my house. I thought I recognized the voice and told him that I had been pretty lazy that morning and wasn't doing much of anything.
He said, "This is Cliff! Joy has gone up the coast to visit one of her relatives for the day and I'm here bumping around the house with nothing to do. I got to thinking about you and the damndest thing happened to me. I got this awful swelling and I can't seem to do anything with it. I was wondering if you might be able to help me with it?"
His voice carried the ring of mischief through the wire. I felt a little shiver of pleasure run through me as I thought of that big cock of his.
I laughed and told him to come over. I would see if I could do something with it. He told me he would be right over and hung up.
I went into the bathroom and took a quick shower. I toweled off and slipped a sheer negligee on over my naked body and studied myself in the mirror. The nipples of my breasts and the hair between my legs were plainly visible through the thin material, I slipped a duster coat on over the negligee, in case someone else were to come to the door before Cliff arrived, material, I slipped a duster coat on over the negligee, in case someone else were to come to the door before Cliff arrived. in his hand and wearing a smart suit. I watched him for just a second, then opened the door.
I mixed him a drink and served it on the coffee table, then pulled off the duster coat. I took it into my bedroom and hung it in the closet. When I came back into the room I deliberately walked between him and the light. I knew my body appeared naked under the shroud of the thin negligee as the light hit me from behind.
His lips puckered and a thin whistle escaped as he watched me walk towards him. His hands reached for me and I sat down on his lap. His arms closed around me and his lips covered mine in a passionate kiss. I felt a bulge in his lap and squirmed to excite him more.
He pulled the negligee down from my shoulders and sucked on the nipples of my breasts until I was whimpering with desire. I slid off his lap and took his cock out of his pants. It was swollen and hard. I stroked it and he sighed with the pleasure it gave him.
I asked him to stand up and pulled his coat over his shoulders and put it aside. Then I led him into the bedroom and told him to get undressed.
He sat down on the bed naked and I got on my knees between his legs. I took his cock in my hands and touched the head of it with my tongue. He sighed and fell back on the bed. I told him that I was going to reduce his swelling and for him to just lie still and it wouldn't hurt a bit!
I teased the head of his cock with my tongue until he was begging me to eat him. I lifted his sack in my left hand and fondled it as I teased him. His cock was hard and surging in my hand as I teased around the head and kissed it. I took it into my mouth and slid my tongue around the head while my lips went back and forth. He writhed and his legs jerked under my hands, then his hips pitched and he groaned through a hard climax.
Cliff sat on the side of the bed and smoked a cigarette until I came back from the bathroom. I asked him if that had helped his swelling troubles and he said yes, until the next time he got to thinking about me.
"In that case," I said, "you better start thinking about me again because I'm all worked up from that little session and you are going to have to do something to me!"
"That's no problem at all." he said and pulled me down beside him on the bed.
His lips found my breast and teased fire into my blood. They kissed a line down my stomach to the hairline. I was trembling all over as his tongue began to tease me between my legs. I gripped the bedcovers and tried to hold still but the ecstasy of his hot searing tongue was driving me out of my head. It probed and touched all the sensitive parts until something gave inside me and I was threshing through the ecstasy of release. I threw myself away from him and rolled onto my stomach to relax.
When James came home at five-thirty I was still in my negligee. He tossed his hat on the sofa and took me in his arms. I kissed him warmly and hunched my hips into his groin.
He asked me if anything very exciting happened at home. I told him that Cliff came over and ate me.
James raised his eyebrows and said: "No kidding! Well, I guess I'll have to call Joy up and make a date to get in her pants."
I told him he didn't have to wait that long if that was what was on his mind, and stroked his cock. I felt it begin to swell in my hand and unzipped his pants. I lifted it out and caressed it until he began to squirm, then led him into the bedroom.
I pulled the negligee up around my waist and spread my legs across the bed. He was so hot he leaned in between my legs and shoved his cock into me. I gripped his waist and lifted my hips to meet each stroke until he groaned and clutched me hard against him. His semen burst into me searing and triggering my release. I gasped in his ear and raked his back with my fingernails until I was too weak to move anymore. That was my third climax for that day.
One Saturday Joy came over by herself, I let her in and we went to the kitchen for some coffee. We sat there chatting for awhile and she told me that Cliff had been sent out of town on business for his company. She said she had gotten lonely sitting around the house and had decided to come over and talk for a while! Joy said Cliff had been gone all week, and wouldn't be back until Wednesday of the following week. I told her I had sent James to the store and that he would probably bring some beer home with him. Her eyes lit up at my mentioning him and I had an idea why she had come over. She had hot pants and was hoping to get James between her legs!
I asked her if she thought Cliff would find him some young stuff to entertain him while he was away. Joy replied we could depend on that! I told her about the first time he had come to the house. I was hurting, because James was screwing some little cunt at the office and was neglecting me something awful, I told her. Cliff got out of his car in front of the house and came up the walk. He was so handsome and virile, I almost creamed when he stared at my legs and breasts! I was out watering the lawn in my shorts and he kept eyeing me while we talked about the Wilsons next door. He went over and came right back. I had known they weren't at home. But he had excited me and I wasn't thinking right. I had decided to tease him a little and see if he was really interested in me. I had invited him inside and given him a beer. I let him look at my breasts and he grabbed me and threw me on the couch. I almost passed out when he shoved his cock in me. I tell you girl, I was wanting some bad.
I had got my cookies off three times before he came. I never had anything feel so good. I think I came once before he got it all the way in me, then I grabbed his hips and shrieked every time he drove that big thing in me. He must have thought I had never had any before the way I was acting. I was so hot for him at the time I didn't care what he thought. I just had to have some, and he happened to come along at the right time.
She sat and listened to me all the time I was talking, just grinned once in awhile. I could tell the story had excited her though, because there was a pink flush just below her collar and her breath was coming a little faster.
James walked in and set the groceries on the table. He winked at Joy and asked her what she had done with Cliff.
Joy told him she had gotten rid of him for about a week and was enjoying herself while he was gone. She looked eagerly at James as he sat down beside her at the table.
I told them I had to roll my hair and asked them to excuse me for awhile. I went to the bathroom and got out some hair curlers and a home permanent. I could hear them talking as I moved about. I had an idea it wouldn't be long before Joy would have him talking a different language. I knew she hadn't come over to chat with me when she had all kinds of neighbors around her at home. I peeped out the door and I could see James' hand between her legs beneath the table. She had one of hers in his lap and it was hard to tell which one was the aggressor. Joy had a look of excited rapture on her face and James looked as though he was about to pounce on her any moment!
I kept the crack open in the door just enough to see what they were doing without them knowing I was watching.
They got up suddenly and went into one of the bedrooms. I moved to a place across the hall where I could see through the door and watch their little love scene. James had her dress up around her waist and his hands were caressing her butt through her thin panties. She had her arms around his neck like she was afraid he was going to run off. I could hear her soft sighs from what he was doing to her.
His hands went into the waistband of her panties and slipped them down over her butt. She stepped out of them and his fingers went in between her legs for a second. She squirmed and whimpered. One of her knees dipped sideways. Whatever he was doing must have really given her a thrill.
They played with each other for a while. Then he shoved her down onto her back and mounted her. She moaned as he hunched her and her mouth came open wide, her eyes glazed with passion and she was really enjoying that loving. Her hips began to move to the rhythm of his and they were lost in another world. I stood and watched their lust.
James and I have found swapping to be both exciting and stimulating to our sexual relationship. We have swapped with some couples who couldn't keep the arrangement going for different reasons. But in general, it has proven very satisfactory for us. We have found that our sexual relationships are much more enjoyable after swapping with some other couple for short periods of time. I suppose we will keep on swapping until something happens to discourage us.
CHAPTER THREE
-Happy Couples
One of the boys at the plant where I work was telling me about this swapping club he knew about in his neighborhood. He kept telling me about what went on there until one day I asked him how he knew so much about it. He told me that he and his wife were regular members. That really surprised me so I asked him how in the world he could swap his wife.
He looked pained and told me it was easy after the first time. He said there were some of the best looking broads in that club he had ever seen in his entire life. He asked me why I didn't get in on it. He said it was the greatest. I asked him how a guy would go about joining and he gave me a number to call. I still thought he was pulling my leg, but I put the number in my billfold anyway.
I got to telling my wife Julie about it and she thought I was nuts or something. I had just about forgotten all about it when all of a sudden it came up again.
I came in from work one day and Julie looked like the cat which had swallowed the canary. She told me that one of her old girlfriends had visited her whom she hadn't seen since school graduation. They had gotten on the subject of wife-swapping and the girl had casually invited us to swap with them. She told Julie that she and her husband had been swapping for two years and that they really enjoyed it.
Julie had been dumbfounded. Not wanting to seem crude she had gone along with the conversation as though she knew all about swapping! In fact she had about halfway promised the woman we would give it a try. I was wondering what her face had looked like when that girl hit her with the proposition to swap.
I asked her what the girl was like and she got up and went into our bedroom and came back with an album. She leafed through it and showed me a picture of a pretty black-haired girl in her teens. It was a head and shoulders shot. I liked what I saw. But somehow I couldn't see this girl in a swapping club. Julie told me that she was filled out more and was a whole lot prettier. I was beginning to think the girl had sold Julie on the idea. I said as much.
Julie looked scared and said she had a confession to make. I studied her face wondering what in the hell she was talking about. She began to cry and I knew something was wrong then. I gathered her up in my arms and told her it was alright and to just settle down and tell me about it.
She said that the woman hadn't been alone. That her husband had been with her and that he had seduced her on the couch, in the living room.
Well, I had already told her it was alright so there wasn't a hell of a lot I could say. But I made myself a promise to be damn careful what I said to my wife in the future. I asked her to tell me all about it and it was quite a story. It went something like this:
The girl's name was Ruth and she was married to a cat named Carl. They had got onto the subject of swapping and Julie told them she didn't think she could do it with just any man. Ruth asked her if she would like to do it with Carl. She told Julie she had never seen the woman Carl couldn't make if he could get his arms around her. She had dared Julie to stay there alone with Carl, while she went to town to do her shopping.
Julie said she couldn't refuse without looking ridiculous so she had consented to try it. Ruth had left and they had sat around and talked for awhile then went to the living room. He had stared at her all the time they were talking and she had become excited by his bold stare. She said there was something about him she hadn't been able to resist. He had come over and sat down beside her and put his arm around her. She said he had kissed her and she had been instantly aroused. She told me she had never had an experience like it before.
I didn't think she was quite telling me the truth. I figured they had been talking about sex and she had gotten aroused from the conversation. The guy had probably appealed to her and when her girlfriend offered her husband's services she had decided to get a little cock on the side.
I picked up the picture again and asked her if Ruth still looked as pretty as she had been when the picture was made. She told me that she was even prettier, that she was really stacked! I told her to call and have her come over by herself. I wanted to see what she looked like and find out if Julie was telling me the truth.
Ruth came within an hour, alone and looking like something out of a fashion magazine! She was dressed in a short mini-skirt and a tight blouse. She had black hair and blue eyes that could look right through a person. She kissed Julie at the door and perched on the front of the couch with her legs spread just enough to make it easy for me to see all the way to her panties. Julie introduced her to me when I came in from the living room and her eyes went boldly to my crotch and lingered there. She got up off the couch and placing her arm around my waist, she kissed me on the lips. She said she had been dying to meet me since Julie had showed her a picture of me yesterday. She told Julie that she had better watch me, that I was too handsome to let out of the house very often!
One of her warm thighs nudged my leg and lingered there for a second. I dropped my right hand to her buttock and let it rest on the soft mound. Her eyes flickered but otherwise she showed no sign that I was touching her.
Julie said she had something to do and for us to get acquainted. She went into another room and left us alone.
I asked her if she would like a drink and she said beer if I had one. I got two cans from the refrigerator and when I came back she was sitting on the couch with skirt up around her thighs.
I leaned over to hand her the beer and she reached up and pulled my head down. Her lips were warm and her tongue darted into my mouth. I set the beer on the coffee table and placed my hands on each side of her forehead, returning her kiss with my own tongue. She trembled and her fingers slipped up my pants leg until they were holding my cock. She squeezed it gently and stroked while we kissed.
We broke and I sat down beside her on the couch. She picked up her beer and took a long swallow, then set it down.
Ruth asked me if Julie had told me what happened that afternoon. I said yes but that I wasn't sure she had told me the whole story. She grinned and said she probably hadn't. She told me that she had talked sex with Julie and that they had discussed swapping. She said Julie had told her she wouldn't mind trying it with the right man, but she didn't think she could just let any man do it to her. She also told her that she didn't think she could let another man screw her if her husband was around.
Ruth had suggested to her that she call her husband Carl and have him come over. She told Julie she could look him over and make up her mind. Then if she decided she wanted him then they could work it out so they could get together.
Julie had been reluctant at first but she had kept after her until she had agreed for her to call Carl. He came over and she introduced him to Julie.
"They liked each other from the first, and Carl started to flirt with her right away. She was getting more excited all the time with all the attention he was paying to her. I could tell after awhile that she was beginning to wonder what he would be like between her legs. Her eyes kept going to his crotch in spite of herself, I knew the excitement of knowing it was a kind of a game was beginning to tell on her. Julie was "beginning to want to play for real. I gave Carl the go ahead and he moved over close to her at the table, and started to play with her legs under the table. Carl told me after we got home that when he put his hand in her lap she spread her legs and guided his hand right to her pussy with her right hand. He said she held his hand squeezed between her legs while we talked. I knew she was getting awfully hot because she wasn't making much sense in the conversation. You know what I mean. She kept talking about things that didn't interest any of us and she couldn't stay on the subject at all. Her skin was turning pink and she was breathing like she had been running.
"I told her that I was going downtown for a few minutes and for them to go ahead and get acquainted. I left them and went to the shopping center for about an hour.
"Carl told me after we got home that she was so hot when I left that all he had to do was pick her up and carry her to the nearest place he could lay her down, which was the couch, and give her his cock. He said he made her come three times before he got himself off!"
All the time we had been talking she had been stroking my cock. That, along with the conversation had me about as ready as I could get. I pulled her over into my lap and ran my hand inside her blouse. Her breasts felt every bit as good as they looked and she fingered the buttons loose so I could get my mouth on them. I trailed my tongue around the nipples until she whimpered and pulled away. She asked me to take her some place where we could lay down. I took her hand and led her into the bedroom and undressed her. She fondled my cock while I stripped her and was tugging at my belt when I finally got her naked. I peeled out of my clothes and told her to lie on the bed. She stretched out with her legs spread wide. I sucked her breasts until she was begging me to take her, then moved to her stomach. She whimpered like a child when she realized what I was going to do to her and started to beg.
"Oh baby that's wonderful, Ohoooo honey! Put your tongue there again! Ohooo! Ohooo!"
I moved to the hairline and teased around it. She squealed and thrashed under me. I wanted to make her wild with desire before I gave her any satisfaction. I had an idea about her and I wanted to see if I was right. She appeared to be the type of woman who liked to be dominated during the sex act. If this was true, the more I tormented her the more she would get out of it.
I raised up and grabbed her hands to pull her to a sitting position on the bed. She was almost beside herself with desire. I looked into her eyes for a second then told her to eat me. She lifted my cock and stared at it for a little while then teased it with her tongue. She was good at it, she really knew how to give a man pleasure. I stood it as long as I could then shoved her onto her back.
She gasped as I drove my cock into her as hard as I could and then tried to hurt her with it. She whimpered and lifted her hips with every stroke, her hips meeting mine with all the strength she could muster. I was talking to her all the time telling her how lousy her cunt was and that if she couldn't move her ass any better than that, she was going to have to eat me.
"What's the matter, cunt? Is that the best you can get going? You came over here to get screwed and you expect me to do all the work. No wonder your old man wants to swap you, hell he probably can't even get his kicks in you. You better lift your ass or I'm going to slap your teeth right down your throat!" I growled to her.
Ruth was good and she knew it, but she was really getting her kicks from the abuse I was handing her. I felt her tense and her fingers went into my hair. I knew she was going to scream, and sure enough she did. Her voice started on a high note and traveled all the way down the scale, while she pulled my hair and shuddered. I drove into her hard and held it there until she was all the way through her climax, then started hunching it to her again. She was telling me all the time how good it was. As I drove it to her hard and fast she began to respond again. Her eyes glazed and her mouth tried to bite me, but I held my shoulders away from her.
She cursed and begged me to hit her harder. Ruth wanted me to hurt her. She ground her hips against me and her fingers curled in my hair again. I caught her wrists and held her hands above her head. She cursed and tried to pull loose.
I knew she was close to another climax and it wouldn't take much to set her off. I felt myself tensing up and knew I had held it about as long as I was going to be able to. I wanted her to go off ahead of me and take me with her, so I let go of her wrists and slapped her hard across the face. She grabbed my hair and choked on her breath as passion let go inside her and we both exploded into a violent release.
"Oh that was the greatest," she said. "That was the best I've had in months. How did you know I like it rough?"
"It was a hunch, you just struck me as the type. For one thing a woman as pretty as yourself doesn't trade around unless she needs variety, or has some special kicks to satisfy. What I'm wondering is why you picked on Julie all of a sudden when you hadn't seen her in years. That's a little too much of a coincidence to be legitimate in my books."
Ruth grinned at me and said she had seen Julie at one of the shopping centers one day but hadn't spoken to her. She said she had been in a hurry and had planned to look Julie up later. Then one day her husband had told her he wanted her to go and get acquainted with one of the wives of a couple of men they were had been talking to at the plant about swapping. He gave me your address and when I got here I found Julie! I didn't tell her how I had her address, and she was so excited she didn't ask me. But it couldn't have worked out better. Now we had two more members for the party.
I asked her what she meant by the party. Ruth told me she and Carl belonged to a swapping party. I told her I remembered Carl telling me about it some time ago, but that when I had told Julie about it she hadn't quite taken to the idea. I told her that I hadn't taken it seriously either.
She told me that Carl had said I seemed interested but that I was probably having trouble getting my wife to warm up to the idea.
"That was why he sent me over to meet her! You see that's how we started the party. This couple moved into the neighborhood from out in the East someplace and they had belonged to a party out there. They looked around for one here and when they couldn't find one they decided to organize one for themselves!
"They started inviting people over and gradually worked them into the party. It started with two couples and built up to its present size. With you and Julie, we have about eight couples. Some of them are being transferred out to plants in other areas the first of the month, so we have been trying to replace them. Some of the members aren't working out too well anyway, so we won't be sorry to see them go."
I asked Ruth how the club worked and she said it was mostly up to the members as to how they swapped. The fact that a couple are both members makes them both available to the rest of the club. The most common practice is a phone call to another couple to arrange a swapping date. Of course there is no obligation to accept every offer. Some of the members will only swap with certain other members. The club is mostly for the mutual enjoyment of all the members and there are no such things as dues or any kind of rules.
I asked her what the members were doing about their kids. She said there were certain members who acted as baby sitters in return for the same favor at a later date.
I went to the kitchen naked for some more beer and didn't see Julie around the house anyplace. I figured she had probably decided to go to a movie. I went back to the bedroom with the beer and told Ruth we had the house all to ourselves. We sat on the bed and drank the beer, then she told me to lie down across the bed. I stretched out on my back and she went down between my legs.
I tried to concentrate on something else because I knew she was going to give me a hard time, the way I had done her to start with. Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock. I knew she was really going to give me a going over! Her fingers found my sack and squeezed just enough to cause pain. She told me that I had had my fun with her and she was going .to return the trick. She said if I tried to move away or to resist her in any way she would grind them together like walnuts! I wasn't sure she would do it but I was not going to take any chances to find out.
Her tongue was a hot and searing thing as it worked between my legs. Like a master in the art of torture she went about it methodically. She would touch and tease until she had me at the point of climax, then move away to work in another place till some of the excitement had gone, then she was at the tender places again. I cursed her and tried to shove her away but she tightened her hand and sweat broke on my forehead. I made myself a promise that she wouldn't get her hands on my balls again.
She lifted my cock and her mouth slid onto it. It felt as though it had been shoved into hot water, then her tongue went to work on it and I couldn't hold still. I went blind and it felt like my groin was going to explode. Then she got it all!
We had another beer and Ruth went home. Julie came in shortly after she left and asked me how I liked Ruth.
I told her that if she had anymore school chums like Ruth, to bring them around. She laughed and said if I had enjoyed her as much as she had Carl then this swapping thing was going to be a lot of fun for both of us. I told her about how Ruth liked it rough and what I had done to her. She thought I was kidding her but I explained that some women and men too are that way. I said that was probably the main reason she liked to swap, because her old man didn't give her enough variety.
Julie asked me if I wanted to swap with them anymore. I told her what Ruth had said about the club and how it worked. She was surprised to learn there were so many people in it. We agreed that we would try it for awhile and see how it worked out for us.
We got calls from other members later and accepted some of them but it didn't work. One of the girls got to thinking her husband was falling for Julie and refused to allow him to get near her again. Then one night we were spending the night with another couple and the guy wasn't very well satisfied with Julie and got his kicks pretty fast. He decided all of a sudden that I was taking too much time with his old lady and came in to drag her out of the bed. Julie told me she thought he was too jealous of her to be letting her screw any other man. She said he didn't try to satisfy her at all. He seemed to be worried about her all the time he was supposed to be making love to Julie. He had no more than got it in her than he had reached a climax and rolled off. Then he had started asking her what was taking us so long in the other room.
His wife was a little dark tanned thing and she was hot as a pepper patch. She had got her cookies while I had played with her in the front room before we had gone to the bedrooms. I took her clothes off and she was on her knees after my cock before I could get undressed. She went after it like a little demon until I shoved her away and took off the rest of my clothes.
She laid on the bed and squirmed until I climbed in with her. I put a pillow under her butt and gave it to her slow until she started to squeal so loud I got impatient and poured it to her. She got her cookies twice and was still moaning for more when I got myself off and took her with me. She wanted some more but I told her I didn't think I could manage it. She told me she could make it get hard again and was just about to get the job done when he came in and dragged her away. They said goodnight. We put on our clothes and went home. That was the end of that couple. In fact they quit the club and refused to swap with any of us anymore.
One of the boys at the plant told me she called him and asked him to meet her at a motel but he had heard they had quit the club and didn't want to fool with her. He said that she was the one who liked the club, that her husband hadn't approved of it but had been going along to please her.
I told him about my experience with her and he said most of the men in the club had taken her on at one time or another and some of them swore she was a nymph.
We swap with Ruth and Carl now and then, but we have about sworn off. We enjoyed it for a while. But like I said before, we have had some bad experiences with it and we have just kind of tapered off. You might say it has got to a four-party club for us. As for its recommendations, I can't see where it has hurt us any and neither has it helped except to enlarge our sexual experience.
CHAPTER FOUR
-Body To Body
We found out about swapping through an ad in one of the tabloids. My husband picks them up at the liquor store in the afternoons when he stops for beer, on the way home from work. We kept reading these ads for various age couples promising all kinds of entertainment for broad minded people.
Bill told me they were wanting people to join swapping clubs, but I didn't know what he meant until one night we were kidding around and he said if I didn't start being more attentive he was going to write in and join one of those clubs!
Go ahead, I told him flippantly and said I might just do the same thing.
He laughed and said I did not know what I was talking about, or I wouldn't say such a thing. He went on to tell me that those ads were for people who wanted to swap their wives and vice versa. He asked me if I wanted to trade him to some other woman for the use of her husband.
When I realized what he meant, I asked him to tell me all about it. He said he didn't know much except what he had already told me. They just swap husbands and wives, then they go to bed. That's all there is to it. Everybody gets a little strange stuff and I suppose they are all happy.
Bill and I were as broad minded as the average suburban couple. We had met in L.A. where I was working as a clerk in a department store. He had been serving the last six months of a hitch in the Navy and had wandered into the store one day while on leave.
We had talked for a few minutes and I helped him select a gift for his little niece. He invited me to the party and I told him I would be glad to go but that I was forced to work for a living. My boss wasn't very understanding about a girl taking off to go to parties. He asked for a rain check. I accepted.
He took me to dinner and dancing at one of the beach clubs. We danced for hours. Bill was both an exciting and an entertaining person. I found myself aroused several times during the night but he was the perfect gentleman and did not make even one pass at me all night. For a sailor that was something of a miracle and I found myself wondering if he was somehow disappointed in me. I was no stranger to sex.
I had been introduced to the facts of life by one of my boyfriends in school. He had been very handsome and had made me all sorts of promises about the future for us, but had married one of the local fillies six months after graduation.
I had strong sex urges and had allowed several of the best looking boys around town to overpower me in lovers lane afterwards. Then when I had finished school I decided to live with a friend in L.A. and get a job. My parents were reluctant at first but finally consented to my wishes and I found this job in the department store.
My friend was a girl I had gone to school with at home. She had told me she was moving to L.A. when school was out and would like to have someone share an apartment with her. She invited me to come and visit her if my parents would not consent to my living there. She was overjoyed when I rang her doorbell six weeks after graduation.
She told me where to go to apply for work and helped me select the job offer best suited for me. We were real close and I enjoyed her company. We compared our sexual experiences and she told me things I did not know.
Bill called for me at the apartment that first night; she had answered the-door. She was all eyes for him and I was a little jealous of her even though I hardly knew Bill. I introduced them and Wanda talked a blue streak all the time he was there. I suspected that she was impressed by his good looks and was entertaining ideas of making a play for him herself.
When he took me home around one in the morning she was still up waiting for me. She asked me how it went and I told her he was a perfect gentleman. She said he seemed nice for a sailor and asked if I was going to see him again. I told her he had asked me for another date on Saturday and that we were going dancing again.
Wanda said: "I think you like him, you have that look in your eye, are you sure he didn't get in your pants? Gentlemen can be pretty dull, you know."
I threw a pillow at her and told her that he had not! But that he sure would not have any trouble if he wanted to try.
"Ha," she said, "it probably took him all of five minutes to get in your pants. He looked pretty forceful to me and that bulge in his pants wasn't cotton baby. Come on, let me in on it, was it good baby? Tell Wanda all about it!"
I told her to find herself a sailor of her own and stop flirting with mine. She had only been kidding me though.
Wanda told me she was going home for the weekend and we were welcome to use the apartment if we wanted to. I said we probably would, and not to change her mind and try to slip back in on us!
Bill took me to the same place on Saturday night and we danced till about one. A combination of the drinks and the bulge in his pants teaming my thighs through my thin dress, had me panting in his ear most of the night. I deliberately teased him along to make sure he would keep the fires burning. He started to hold me closer and I danced in a way that I was pressing myself against his bulge in between my thighs.
I felt it getting hard and pressed myself against it harder moving my hips in order to tease him as much as possible. The music stopped and we went back to the table. He asked me if I was ready to go and I nodded. Bill paid the check and we went to the car. He opened the door for me and went around to the other side. I slid over next to him and his arms reached for me as soon as the door closed. He pulled me up tight against him and his lips set me afire.
His hand found my breast and his fingers were like feathers of fire as they slipped inside my blouse. I was so hot for him I couldn't sit still and I asked him to take me home. He looked surprised and I told him my roommate was gone and we would have the apartment to ourselves. He grabbed me and kissed me breathless, then started the motor. As we left the parking lot I fingered some of the buttons loose at the front of his pants and slipped my hand inside. I caught my breath at the size of his cock. It had felt big through his pants, but nothing like it did in my hand. I stroked it then buttoned his pants back over it. I put my hand back on the bulge and held it there until we arrived at my apartment.
We went inside and I put on a pot of coffee. He was after me all the time I was getting the coffee ready. He moved in behind me and his hands went up under my dress to fondle me. I took his hand and put where I wanted it, then squeezed it between my legs.
He picked me up and carried me to the bed. His hands were warm and swift as he undressed me. He dropped to his knees beside the bed then put his lips to my breast. I curled my fingers in his hair and guided his mouth where it would give me the most pleasure. His tongue was like pleasant fire on the nipples of my breasts. His fingers touched me between my legs and began to fondle. I was so hot, I could not wait any longer.
I was begging him to give me his cock!
I felt his weight as he rolled onto the bed and I spread my legs wide to receive him. He moved in between my legs and my breath caught in my throat as his cock opened me and filled me with the agony of passion. I pulled him up close to me and worked my hips feverishly, reaching for all he could give me. He paced himself just right to take me through my first climax before he had an orgasm and took me with him as he with him as he burst inside me.
He finished his hitch and got out of the Navy. We were married one month later after he had found work in L.A. and drew his first paycheck. We agreed we wanted to wait to have children until we could save some money. I started to take birth control pills to make sure.
We talked about the swapping ads and kidded one another but didn't take them serious at the time. We did agree that it might be fun with the right couple, if we could find one which suited us both.
We bought a house and moved to one of the suburbs. We got acquainted fast out there because the people were more friendly. The neighbor women came over the first day and helped me get things squared away. Bill had to work and we had hired a moving company to transfer our furniture.
I noticed the two women paid a lot of attention to one of Bill's pictures. I was flattered because they thought he was handsome. I was so pleased to have friendly neighbors I would not have noticed much of anything.
Vivian and Jim asked us over first. We had the corner house and they lived right next door. We went over to play cards and they were waiting for us with the table set up and drinks mixed when we arrived.
I thought Vivian was a little over-dressed for the occasion. She was wearing a stunning, pale blue dress which made her black hair and dark blue eyes stand out in sharp contrast. She was a lovely woman with kind of a cameo face that looked too innocent to be true. The dress was tight and her curves were enough to start any man staring. She moved around the living room in such a way as to show us the cute little twist she had when she walked. She told us Jim was in the kitchen mixing drinks and would join us shortly.
Bill had glued his eyes to her the minute we came through the door and hadn't stopped. I could imagine what was going on in his mind. His tongue was practically hanging out from watching her. He sat down on the couch and she went over with an ash tray in her hand and let him get a charge looking into the front of her dress at her breasts. I could tell from the minute I saw her that she was naked under that fancy dress she was wearing. When the light hit her just right we could see all the way through her. I grinned at Bill and he started looking around the room but it was pretty obvious he wasn't interested in the furnishings.
Jim came in with a tray of drinks and placed them on the coffee table. He was as handsome as sin and was wearing tight pants and a sport shirt. His hair was a light blonde and he had the most striking brown eyes I have ever seen on any man. He shook hands with Bill and smiled at me, then asked us if we were ready for drinks. He served us where we sat and we talked for a while then started the game.
We played two games and Vivian flirted with Bill all through both of them. She hung on his every word and made a habit of putting her hands on him every chance she got.
Bill was eating that up and his eyes followed her every time she left the table for anything. She found plenty of excuses to get up and wiggle her butt across the floor.
Jim was pretty quiet but several times I felt his knee against mine under the table. He suggested that we give up the cards for some dancing. Vivian was all for that and hurried to put the table away when we all agreed.
Jim put on some records and swung me onto the floor. He pulled me up close and led me into a snappy rumba. I didn't have any trouble following him. He complimented me on my dancing, and squeezed me when I thanked him.
Vivian and Bill were dancing too. They looked as though they had just discovered sex, the way they were dancing. I watched Vivian's hand tighten on Bill's back and he humped against her a couple of times. She squeezed her eyes shut and I knew he had put that big bulge of his between her thighs. I had danced with him too many times not to know what was going on. She lifted herself onto her tiptoes and spread her legs a little more. They made a turn and she was riding that bulge for all it was worth.
I hugged Jim and he got the message fast. He pulled me in tight and shoved his thigh up between my legs, then turned and lifted me against him. I was surprised to find myself hanging in his arms about a foot from the floor. When he lifted me my skirt had rode up almost to my hips and he pulled me up so fast it stayed there. His leg went between mine and I could feel the hard muscle of his thigh through my panties. He held me that way long enough for them to see us and then swung me back into step. It was the most exciting thing anyone had ever done to me on the dance floor.
Vivian and Bill were doing some pretty cute things across the room. She was all flush faced and looked as though she had already gotten her cookies off once. Bill looked as though he had gone stone blind and had forgotten where he was.
Jim dropped his hand to my hip and began to brush his fingers over the material of my skirt. It had a very exciting effect and caused me to press even closer to the hard bulge in the front of his pants. The music stopped and we went over to change the records. Jim put on some slow mood music and we danced some more. I looked around and they had disappeared to one of the other rooms. I was hot enough not to care where they went! All I cared about at that time was this exciting man and what he was doing to me, Jim.
He dipped me over backwards and brought his leg in between mine again and as I hung there it forced my legs apart and came all the way to my panties again, but that time he held me there and worked it slowly against the thin material of my panties looking into my eyes all the time. When he lifted me again I was trembling with desire. I wanted him so badly then I didn't care what I did. I dropped my right hand to his bulge and stroked it, feeling it well in my hand, harder and harder!
He took my hand, led me to the kitchen door and opened it. Vivian was standing with her back to us and her dress was up around her hips. She was kissing Bill and had his cock in her hand. Jim let the door swing back until there was only a crack and we watched them. Jim was standing behind me and his hands were under my skirt, with his fingers stroking between my legs. I was so hot I felt as though I would come any minute. I was fascinated watching them through the crack in the door.
Bill had his right hand between her thighs and she was moving her hips as he played with her. They broke from a long kiss and she shoved him down into a big kitchen chair and threw her leg across his lap. His hands shoved her dress up to her waist and I saw I had been right about her being naked underneath.
Vivian took his cock and guided it into her as she pushed herself down on his lap. She threw her arms around his neck and her mouth found his again. She started to move up and down taking him in very slowly. Bill's legs shot out in front of him and he jerked in the chair. Vivian threw her head back and started whipping it from side to side.
Jim pulled at my arm and I followed him into the den where he locked the door and stripped me naked. He stepped out of his pants and shorts, then sat down in a chair. He pulled me down to my knees and put my hands on his cock. I leaned over and took it in my mouth. It was hard and throbbing and he sat there with his eyes closed while I teased him.
He shoved me backwards and fell on top of me. His legs forced mine apart and he gave me his cock so fast I had a climax as soon as he got it in me. He was strong and took me through two more climaxes before he had enough. It was a Saturday night and we didn't go home until nine the following morning. Jim made love to me until three a.m. and Bill told me later that he didn't get Vivian satisfied until the early morning hours.
News got around fast. We had all kinds of calls and invitations to spend the night. We had some of the couples come to our house at different times but Vivian and Jim were our favorites. We had them over often; they came to our house. Vivian was a regular pest after Bill. She told him no man had ever been as good as he was, in bed.
Jim was good and I really enjoyed our relations but I still loved Bill and he was the best of the two in bed. It was probably because of our emotional bond which only proved to me that swapping can be good for marriage if there is real love in the marriage.
Bill enjoys fooling around with Vivian but he loves me and she could never take my place in his life. I know all his needs and I take care of him sexually and otherwise. He is amused with her sex drive but he says he would tire of it awfully fast if he had to maintain a steady diet of it all the time.
We think swapping is here to stay because more people are getting into it all the time. Everyone we know around the neighborhood is either swapping now or has had experience with it. We found that since we moved to the suburbs, people are more friendly and are real broad minded about sex. They certainly aren't going to the divorce courts when they find our their wife or husband has an itch for someone. They just get together and get it scratched without too much fuss. It is usually to their mutual satisfaction when it all is said and done.
We had this one young couple move into the neighborhood and one of the women got him in her pants the first thing. His wife got wise somehow and was having a fit about it. She told one of the other girls that if she knew who it was she would pay the woman back by screwing her husband. The woman she was talking to, very sympathetically told her that was just what she would do in her place. She told her she should get him in bed and then have someone take a picture of them together and send it to the woman. She even told her she would help her find out who the woman was!
About two weeks later she received a picture of her husband in bed with the woman she had been talking to. She was the most surprised person on the block because all the time they had been talking, she had thought my husband Bill, had been the guilty party because she had seen him talking to her at the gas station one day.
The whole gang had a big laugh over it and the new couple wound up as members of the club. I think most of the other girls suspected Bill too, because he was one of the most sought after men in the club. Vivian never missed a chance to tell about how powerful he was in bed. She was always trying to outdo any other woman he happened to have relations with. Some of the girls asked her which one she was trying hardest to please, Jim or Bill?
She said: "Both of them of .course, it takes both of them to satisfy me!"
They couldn't make a thing of her because she was perfectly honest. Vivian didn't care what they thought about it.
The most surprising thing about the club is the absence of jealousy. I have never yet seen anyone have any trouble because of it. If anyone has ever become jealous they have kept it a closely guarded secret. The new couple were the only hint of it and they didn't know about the club, when that all happened. After the picture incident they joined and there has not been any sign of jealousy from either of them. One of the girls asked her if she was jealous about him anymore, and she told her that she was having too much fun to get jealous! She said she was getting more than he was, anyway, so why should she complain?
Art and Marie called us one night and wanted us to come over for the night. We had never swapped with them, but I had been hearing some good things about Art from some of the women who had been to bed with him.
We got there about seven and had a few cocktails then watched some sex movies. Marie was a redhead and was stacked well enough to turn any man's head. She was wearing tight shorts that looked more like shortie pajamas than anything else. Her breasts were full and trying to get over the top of the halter every time she leaned forward. She made it a point to do that pretty often in front of Bill from the minute we came in. Some of these women in the club really cracked me up with their little seductive tricks. They acted as though they must attract the man or he might lose interest. The fact that we were there, was proof enough they were going to get what they wanted.
The movies were pretty saucy and I could tell the men were getting their kicks out of them. The film ran out and we started to dance. Art was smooth on his feet and he knew how to get a girl's pulses racing too. His hand gripped my hip and pressed me up tight against his cock. I twisted and rolled my hips until I had it between my legs and as it turned out he couldn't take much of that. He started panting in my ear and suggested we go to one of the bedrooms.
I put him off saying I wanted to dance some more first but I really wanted to watch Marie take after Bill. As we moved around the floor I kept my head on his shoulder where I could see what they were doing.
Marie was about a foot shorter than Bill and she was in a state of frustration because she couldn't get up high enough on her tiptoes to get his bulge between her legs. She kept on raising herself but she couldn't quite make it.
Bill had both his hands on the cheeks of her butt and he was caressing her into a frenzy. She was turning pink at the neck and I could hear her breathing every time we got close to them. She finally dropped her right hand to his fly and started to stroke him.
Art had been pulling my skirt up while I was watching them. His hand was under the waistband of my panties with the fingers caressing my left cheek. His other hand joined it and the two together were beginning to stir me up. I kissed him on the neck to let him know I was still with him and his hands got bolder. They pulled me hard against him and lifted my skirt up around my waist. We stopped dancing. He pulled me down to the floor and slipped my panties off.
I looked to see what Marie was up to. She was on the couch with Bill's cock in her hand. She was naked from the waist down and Bill's fingers were between her legs. Her eyes were already glazed with passion and she was holding on to him like she was afraid he was going to run away. He pushed her over onto her back and moved in between her legs. Her hand guided him and she gasped with delight as he hunched his cock into her. She started to moan and thrust her hips. Her hands were gripping his waist, pulling at him as though she were trying to get it in further each time.
Art put his cock into me and I almost had an orgasm as it went in. I had heard that he was really hung but I wouldn't have believed it was so big. I knew then why Marie was going so much struggling over there. After Art she was getting the small end of the bargain. He hit me exactly five times and I went off as if skyrockets were inside me. I knew the girls weren't kidding then. He filled me completely up every time he hunched and I could feel another climax on the way. It had been all I could do to keep from screaming the first time, it had been so good. I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold it the next time. I buried my face in his neck when I felt it coming but just as I was about ready, he shot off into me. I threw my head to one side and shrieked at the top of my voice. He had driven it in deep and held it there and when he shot into me I almost fainted from sheer ecstasy. He was a regular demon because he started driving it to me again, and made me come again before he did.
I heard an awful moaning and looked over at Marie. She was having a climax too. It looked as though she were trying to get out from under Bill. He was hunching it to her as fast as he could and his eyes were closed tight. I knew that he was getting close. He stopped suddenly and shuddered. Marie let out a long groan and started to tremble as he went off into her, Then her eyes went wide and she looked surprised that she was having another climax so close behind the other one.
We all had more to drink and Marie started to tease Bill's cock again. She stroked it until it began to swell, then she began to kiss it. He reared back on the couch and she got on her knees between his legs. She kissed it several times and then opened her mouth and began to suck him. I watched his legs move on the couch and saw his hands close around her head.
Art was laying on the floor with his knees up in the air. I moved over and put my face between his legs. His hand went between my thighs and one of his fingers slid into me. I kissed his cock and felt him twitch. I ran my tongue around the head of it then slid it into my mouth. He groaned and pulled me over until his face was between my legs and I felt his tongue sear the lips of my pussy. I arched my hips down over his face and his tongue parted me and went inside.
His tongue was driving me into a frenzy and I went after his cock as fast as I could move my mouth. I felt him tense and then he touched something that set me off. I thought I would never stop coming. I sucked hard on him and he shot into me causing me to come again.
Marie was on her back with a pillow under her hips. Bill was stretched out with his face between her legs. She had curled her fingers in his hair and was holding on for dear life. Her head was rolling back and forth, then from one side to another. Her eyes looked positively wild with ecstasy. Her mouth was wide open and she was moaning like she was dying.
Bill grabbed her legs at the thighs and lifted her clear off the pillow coming up on his knees. He was plunging his tongue into her with the fury of a demon!
Marie was caught by surprise and the sudden onslaught was almost too much for her. Bill had done the same thing to me many times before and I knew what was happening to her inside. She started kicking her feet and screaming. His fingers met and laced together at her stomach, at that point she was practically standing on her head. She was going into her climax and he was showing her no mercy.
I felt a little shiver of pleasure go through me as I watched him go after her. She began to tremble with the first thrill of her release, then her hands and feet went wild as he ravaged her all the way through a violent climax. Her squeal began on a low note and ran all the way up the scale as passion drained from her straining body.
We all got drunk that night and slept until ten o'clock the next morning. At breakfast Marie was all eyes for Bill. She said it wasn't any wonder all the women were bragging about his prowess. She said she though he was killing her there on the floor. But if she had to die, that was the way she wanted to go. He asked for more coffee and she jumped up to get it for him. I couldn't help smiling at her devotion to him. I had a feeling Vivian was about to get a run for her money, where the favors from Bill were concerned, with Marie after him, too!
Art was probably the only man on the block who had money and did not have to work from eight to five. He owned several very profitable stores in the area and was financially secure. He suggested that we all take off up to their cabin on the lake and spend the rest of the weekend there. We all agreed that it would be a ball. Art told Marie and Bill to go to the store and lay in a supply of groceries and beer. He said he and I could get the boat and the rest of our gear ready.
Marie and Bill took off and we went to the garage to hook up the boat trailer. We laced the cover down and went back to the house for some other things he wanted to take with us. I went to the living room and lit a cigarette while waiting for him.
Art came in and told me that he had suggested the trip to the lake because he hadn't had enough of me the night before and wanted to sleep with me again that night. I was sitting there with my dress up to my thighs and his eyes kept staring at my legs. I pulled the skirt up until my panties were showing and he came over and put his fingers between my legs and began to tease me.
I unzipped his fly and took his cock out. It was already hard and I stroked it as he moved over closer to me. I couldn't get over the size of his cock. It was the longest I had ever seen. It was bigger around than Bill's too. I told him he had the largest cock I had ever seen!
Art said that Marie had been a virgin when they married and she would not let him screw her before she had become his wife. Then on their wedding night she had not been able to take him. He said he almost went nuts trying to get it in her. He never got more than the head of it in her before she started having a fit and begging him to stop. He said he finally got her to play with him until he shot off. She had been sore for three days and he could not get near her. He said he got mad one day and threw her on the floor and ate her. She had been passionate beyond his wildest dreams. He made her come twice and while she was laying there recovering, he had shoved his cock into her. She screamed and fought him but he had fucked her until it had started to get good. She had thrown her arms around his neck and come until she was too weak to move.
I told him that I loved that big cock of his and that he had almost made me come when he had put it into me the night before! He was surprised to hear that it was bigger than Bill's. He said he figured Bill must be hung like a bull, the way all the women were so nuts about him in bed.
I explained to him that some women can't enjoy a big cock because it hurts them. I told him about this girl I went to school with who had screwed about half the boys in class. She was the hottest thing I ever saw but she had a small pussy and she said most of the boys hurt her. She heard some of the football boys kidding around one day about a boy in our class who had the smallest cock in the whole school. She started chasing him around school trying to get him alone. He was shy because he had suffered the boys ridicule and didn't think any of the girls would go for him at all. She caught him staying late in the music hall one afternoon and took after him. She told me she got him in a corner and pulled his cock out of his pants. She said it was the cutest thing she had ever seen in her whole life. It had not taken her long to get him interested and she had worn him to a frazzle before she had turned him loose.
The funny part about the whole thing had been the looks on the boys faces when he sported her around school and to all the dances and proms. You see, she was one of the prettiest girls in school and all the swinging guys were after her because she was such a hot little number. They married six months after school was out. Several of the boys thought they could make her because they had gotten in her pants before, but she would not even give them a kind word.
Art had my blouse open and his fingers were teasing the nipple of my breast. His mouth found mine and his tongue slid into my mouth. His weight came down on top of me and I could feel his cock touching the silk of my panties. He kissed me until I was breathless and desire was raging in my body. Suddenly his fingers hooked inside the elastic leg band of my panties and ripped them out. I gasped with surprise and excitement at the violent movement of his hand. Then his cock filled me so fast it took my breath away.
I clutched at his waist as he hunched it into me with the fury of passion until I was screaming in his ear and shuddering with a violent release. He became more excited with my climax and his hips moved faster. My climax had released some of the tension in my vagina. There was more pleasure from his big cock as it drove into me, leading me to the point of release again. I felt myself going again and begged him to hit me harder. He lunged deeper and I shuddered as he went off into me and took me into climax with him.
We had everything ready to go when they came in from the store. We threw everything into the boat and took off for the lake. Arriving before noon, we had sandwiches and beer.
Marie and Bill took the boat and went out on the lake. Art and I fooled around the cabin for awhile then decided to go for a swim. We found a secluded spot and went in naked! I wasn't much of a swimmer and told him he would have to watch me pretty close. He grinned at me and lifted me until he could get my breast in his mouth. He sucked the nipple swirling his tongue around the edge until it got hard. I put my hands in his hair and held his face there until I was panting with desire. I felt the head of his cock touch the hair between my legs and told him to take it easy because I was getting sore. He asked me if I was too sore to take him and I said no, if he would be gentle with me.
He carried me out of the water to a shady place under a tree and placed me on the grass. His lips moved over my breasts stirring fire in my blood. He told me he wanted to give me as much pleasure as possible and asked me what I wanted him to do. I asked him to eat me. He moved my hips to a high spot and began to tease the lips of my pussy with his tongue.
He was really good at it. I lay there gazing up into the tree above my head and trembled at the exciting sensations of his hot tongue. It touched and teased around the tender spot between my legs until I was writhing on the grass and begging him to put it in me. His hands came up to fondle the nipples of my breasts and I moaned with their touch. He knew I was aching for his tongue but he just kept up that maddening thing he was doing to me.
"Please-Please," I begged him. He touched the opening, parting it just a little, I groaned in anticipation, then he moved away again!
"Damn you! Damn you! Eat me you son of a bitch, eat me please!" I cried.
I gasped as it came into me, threw my legs around his neck. He gripped my hips, his tongue was like a demon as it moved inside me. I started whimpering, it moved faster and faster, I started to cry from sheer ecstasy. Tears ran down my cheeks. I was uttering all the endearments to him that I had ever known in my life.
I went to sleep and he was stretched out beside me, when I woke up. He rolled over and kissed me. Then asked me if I had enjoyed it. I told him I had never felt anything so good in my entire life. He said he was glad that he had given me pleasure.
I noticed that his cock was hard and I leaned over and took it in my mouth. He fell onto his back and his legs jerked with each movement of my lips. He started to groan and I used my tongue against the head. He gasped and his legs jerked violently as he shot into me. I kept after him until he relaxed. After a while we went back to the cabin and opened some of the cold beer.
CHAPTER FIVE
-Friendly Neighbors
Doris and I got into a swapping thing with another couple who lived neighbors to us, in one of the L.A. suburbs. We had been living in the district for about three months when Doris came into the kitchen one day and told me that some people were going to move into the vacant house next door to us. She said the woman and her husband had been there looking at the house right after lunch and told her they had bought it.
We had been wondering why it had been vacant so long. It was in good condition, was a very attractive place. The couple had told Doris about some kind of dispute among the heirs but they had finally got it cleared up. They had put the house up for sale.
They got moved in and squared away during the next week. I was working and didn't see a lot of them, but Doris was always telling me about how nice they were.
One Saturday Doris went downtown to do some shopping and I was there at the house alone. I was wandering around in my short pants and no shirt. I was down on my knees at the back door trying to nail down the edge of the rug. It had come loose and had a nasty habit of tripping anyone who came through the door.
I heard a sweet sounding voice say "hello," and looked up at a pair of the prettiest legs I have ever seen anywhere. I followed the legs up to prettier thighs, sensuous hips in tight red shorts, a white silk blouse showing pink skin underneath and a lacy bra which was having a hard time holding the two taut breasts inside its delicate cups.
She was a very pretty blonde and she knew it. She was standing there with one of her legs cocked sideways. I would be sure to see the little mound between her thighs with the tiny indentation of a crease in the center. Since I was looking up, I got the full treatment.
I said "Hi" to her and asked her where she came from. She told me she was my new neighbor and asked if Doris were home. I told her that she had gone shopping and I wasn't expecting her back until the late afternoon. She grinned, showing very pretty teeth which looked as though they love to bite.
"I guess that leaves us to get acquainted then, Steve has gone to play golf and I know he won't be home before dark."
The way she said it sounded as if she was glad he had gone. I asked her if she would care to come in and have a beer with me.
She grinned again and came inside as I held the door open for her. I went to the refrigerator and opened two cans of Jax, gave her one. She was standing real close to me and something on her really smelled good. I suggested we go into the front room where we could be more comfortable.
Marsha sat on the sofa and threw her knees apart, the way women do when they wear pants or shorts. The red shorts were the soft clinging type and that little mound looked even more exciting than when she had been standing up. I looked boldly at it to see if she would change position. Marsha started to wiggle her knee back and forth and I knew she was getting a charge out of me looking at her.
She asked me if I had seen her house since she had it fixed up. She knew damn well that I had not. I couldn't see where I had anything to lose, so I followed her next door. She went to the refrigerator and got us each another beer while I browsed around looking at the different rooms.
I almost had my beer down to nothing when she came into the den where I was admiring a new stereo set. She had gotten out of the shorts and into a soft slinky thing which looked like a housecoat. She grinned and said she thought she would get into something more comfortable.
She went to the stereo set and flipped a switch. Soft mood music filled the room instantly. She moved up close to me and asked if I liked to dance. Her arms reached out to me. When I pulled her in close I really got a surprise. She was naked under that thing!
I told her she was full of surprises. She said I hadn't seen anything yet. Her hands went down to my hips and she stopped dancing but her hips were still moving. She had moved to one side and spread her legs just enough to get me between her thighs. Her lips were nibbling at my ear. She was telling me that she had been watching me walk around the yard in my short pants; how hot she had been from the thrill it had given her!
I put my hands on her buttocks and began to caress her. Her warm thighs had already teased my cock to a full erection and it was probing into the vee of her crotch. Her breath was ragged in my ear and her teeth started to nibble at the lobe again. I looked down and the thing she was wearing had come open at the top and I could see her naked breasts. I leaned down and stuck my tongue to one of the nipples.
She sucked in her breath and her hands grabbed my head and pulled my mouth onto it. I sucked the nipple into my lips and began to tease it with my tongue.
She whimpered and murmured: "That's good," over and over again.
I raised my head and pulled the belt loose at her waist. The front opened up and I stared at her naked body. Her fingers stroked the bulge in my pants until I could not stand it any more. I pushed her down on the small sofa.
I dropped my pants and stepped out of them. Then I went to the sofa and stood in front of her in my shorts. She stared at the bulge as though she was reluctant to touch it. Slowly her hands came up the waistband of my shorts and she pulled them down to my ankles. I kicked them aside then stood still waiting for her to make the next move.
Her tongue flicked out and eased over the surface of her lips. She lifted her hands, took her time raising my cock to her lips. Her tongue came out slowly and touched the head. Then teased it until I began to get weak in the knees. She groaned and fell onto her back with her legs spread wide and begging me to take her. I moved in between her legs and her hand guided me into her. She was tight; it went in slowly. She caught her breath and let it out slowly as she began to move her hips, setting the pace for me.
I picked it up and drove it deep into her with each stroke. She was really good and I found it hard to hold myself back. She had one fast climax, then settled down to give me a good screwing. Her eyes were opening and closing with each thrust of my cock and her teeth were biting her lower lip.
She stretched her legs out and her body grew rigid. Suddenly she fairly exploded under me as she went through a violent climax.
I kept going and she started telling me she could not come any more. She said she had never been made to come more than twice in her life! I told her I intended to have satisfaction and I didn't give a damn if she couldn't come again. I knew I was close and picked up the pace. I felt her respond slightly and wondered if I was about to break some kind of record for her.
Her eyes went wide and she grabbed me around the waist. I drove it into her as hard as I could, as I felt it getting nearer.
Her eyes were glazed and she was moaning: "I'm going to do it! I'm going to do it, Ohoooo I'm coming."
Marsha told me they had belonged to a swapping club, where they lived before buying the house next door and moving to our neighborhood. She asked me if there was one anywhere in the district. She seemed surprised when I told her I had never heard of one since we had moved in. She raised her eyebrows and said she had assumed that there was one in this part of town and that we belonged to it. She said she had assumed I knew what she had wanted when she came to the house, because I had gone along with her so willingly.
She wanted to know if I thought Doris would be interested in swapping. I told her that we had never even discussed it and I doubted very much if she would hear of it. I knew Doris was hotter than most women and that she had probably had some on the side, but I had never seen anything to prove it. She had gone a trip to visit her mother last year and had stayed three weeks. She had gone to school in the town where her mother lived and I suspected that she had gone out with some guy while she was there. I had called one night and her mother sounded embarrassed while she was telling me that Doris had gone to the movies with a friend.
I told her that if we got Doris interested in swapping we would probably have to do it the way she and I had got together! She said Steve would be willing to try if we told him what had happened. Marsha went into the other room and brought back a picture of him. She handed it to me and asked me if I thought he would appeal to her.
I shrugged and said: "Who knows about a woman. If you were asking me if some broad turned me on, I could give you a definite answer."
She said Doris had met him and was nice enough to him and that Steve had said to her that he would like to get in her pants. We finally agreed that the best thing to do would be for us all to get together and try to make it appear that it happened to all four of us at the same time.
When I came home from work on Friday, Doris told me that Marsha and Steve had invited us over to watch some sexy movies. I asked her if they were any good. Doris smiled and said she didn't know because she couldn't get Marsha to show them to her first.
We went over right after dinner and I noticed that Doris put on a pretty slinky dress. It was one of those soft things which cling in the right places.
When we got there Marsha let us in and her dress was no slouch. It was a brilliant green and she looked naked as hell under it. She kissed Doris and I both at the door. When Doris walked on in ahead of me she whispered that she had found a little love potion to put into her drink. She winked at me and said it was harmless but that it sure would get her in the mood for sex in a hurry. I shook my head and went on in to join her on the couch.
Steve came in and greeted us then sat down beside her. He was a good looking man and she acted pleased that he was attentive to her. He lit her cigarettes and listened carefully to every word she said. Once when he was saying something to her he put his hand on her knee and she didn't bay an eye.
Marsha served the mixed drinks while Steve sat up the projector and screen. We all had two before he started the film. The film ran for an hour in two parts and was enough to set the pulses racing. When it was over we all had another drink and danced awhile.
Marsha melted in close and put her cheek up close to mine. I watched Doris out of the comer of my eye and she moved in closer to Steve when she saw how I was holding Marsha. We finished the set that way and when it was over Marsha told them she was going to take me out in to the kitchen with her to help fix up something special.
We went to the kitchen and she opened the refrigerator and showed me the little sandwiches she already had prepared. She winked at me and her hand brushed the front of my slacks. She moved in close and kissed me while her hands done things at my fly and the fingers of one hand dipped inside to explore.
I gripped her waist and pulled her up close to me. She sighed with pleasure as my hands went under her dress and caressed her nakedness. She was warm and soft. I wanted her right then! I didn't much care who knew it. I lifted her up on her toes and she had the head of my cock touching the hair between her legs when the door swung open and they stood watching us.
I froze as Doris stood there open mouthed watching us then she took Steve's hand and they turned and walked out the door. We went to the door and peeped through the crack.
They were standing at the front door talking in low tones. Steve had his arm around her with his hand resting on the cheek of her butt and she didn't seem to mind that a bit. He swung her out then stepped in close and they started dancing. She was reluctant at first but he kept on stroking her buttocks and she gradually began to ride his leg.
She went to the bathroom and his hand dipped inside his fly for a second, fumbled and then came out leaving it unzipped. She came back from the bathroom and they melted together again. The music was slow and they were just barely moving around the floor. As they danced his hands were working at her hips and her dress was inching up her legs.
Marsha whispered in my ear, that he was going to take her right there in the room.
"Look he is pulling her dress up. When he gets it high enough he will really get her hot."
Her dress was up to her hips and he made a quick move holding it up with one hand and reaching to his fly with the other. She spread her legs slightly and her arm tightened around his neck. They were right beside the sofa and had stopped dancing. Her dress was up in folds at the front and he had his cock between her legs. They were in the midst of a long kiss and she was trying to lift herself up on her toes.
He whispered something in her ear and she sank down on the sofa. He pushed her dress up around her hips and got down on his knees. He moved up close to her and pulled the front of her dress open. His fingers freed her breasts and his mouth covered one of them as his right hand lifted his cock to the lips of her pussy. She whimpered as he hunched it into her and began to move his hips back and forth.
His hands went to her hips and he pulled her to him as his hips moved forward each time. Her whole body was trembling with the pleasure of his cock and the lips teasing her breast. She began to groan. Her hands fluttered at the sofa trying to find something solid to hold on to as her body strained to release the passion inside. He threw his head back and thrust his cock deep into her holding it while he jerked with an orgasm. She shuddered and her legs threshed the air. Her hands pulled his head down to her breast and held it there until she relaxed under him.
Marsha pulled on my arm and led me out the back door to the patio. There were two large mattresses made of foam rubber over in one corner. We sank down on them and I rolled her onto her back. I shoved my hand up between her thighs and covered her mouth with mine. Her fingers found my open fly and pulled my cock out.
"Gawd I'm hot!" she said. "When he shoved his cock into her I thought I was going to come, standing there! She was hot for him. Did you see how much she enjoyed that? Man, he really gave her a screwing she won't soon forget. Put that thing in me man! I'm on fire!"
I gave it to her slowly and her teeth went into my shoulder, she hooked her legs around my waist then pulled my mouth down to hers. Every part of her body was straining as she went through her first then her second climax.
"One more time baby." I told her as I felt mine getting close.
"No I can't do it again. I can't stand it. Oh, no, please-I can't. Ohoooo, I'm coming-I'm coming. Ohooooo that's good!"
We slipped into the kitchen and peeped through the door again. Doris was stretched out on the couch. He was sitting on the floor beside her knees. His fingers were teasing her thighs. She was staring at the ceiling, her breasts rising and falling with an increasing of desire. Her fingers were playing at the material of the couch. As we watched, she squirmed slightly under his fingers. Her face turned to him to utter some heated request and he moved in between her legs to place his lips on her thigh.
"Look at that," Marsha whispered from behind me. "He's going to eat her. Look at her squirm, she's about to get her cookies before he gets to her."
Marsha's hands came around my waist from behind and began to tease at my fly. She pressed herself against me and I could feel the heat coming from her body. The scene in front of us had already charged her up again.
Doris was straining under Steve. Her lips uttered little sounds of pleasure and as I stood there watching, I knew a moment of jealousy. I wondered if she was receiving more pleasure from him than I could give her. She had told me many times that she preferred to be eaten. She said the mouth was more sensitive and that it gave her more thrilling sensations than the conventional method of sex.
Marsha was nibbling on my ear and fingers were inside my fly stroking me to a full erection.
"That gives me fits" she whispered, "let's go back outside. I can't stand here and watch that any longer. Come on baby, let's get the hell out of here before I come all over myself."
We went back to the rubber mattress. I asked her if she could find some beer and she took off for the kitchen.
I sat there wondering how in the world we had gotten into the swapping bit with such little effort on our part. If anyone had told me that we would get involved in swapping I would have told that person that he was out of his mind. There I was sitting in my neighbors back yard, waiting for his half naked wife to bring me a beer, then make love to her some more. When I thought about it I found it hard to believe, yet here I was.
Marsha came back with an ice cold six pack and opened two cans for us. I lit a couple of cigarettes. As she took one and stretched out on her back, I asked her how they had started swapping.
She told me they got into it while they were in college. There had been some pretty wild parties and even though most of them had attended with dates, there had been a lot of swapping going on. If a girl got an itch for a certain guy she made a play for him and no one thought anything about it. If the two got together for some sex, then the other two either paired off or found someone else. After she and Steve had married, they had done a little casual swapping with friends, then drifted into a regular club.
Since they had been used to it in college they had fallen into the swapping club easily and had participated regularly. Steve had especially liked the club because he had always liked a variety of sex. They had enjoyed the club, and therefore had missed it when Steve had been transferred to Los Angeles.
I asked her how she felt about it and she told me she had enjoyed a tremendous sex urge since puberty and liked to change up real often. She said she loved Steve and preferred him to any man she had ever known. But she, like him, enjoyed a regular change of sexual partners. She also told me that she enjoyed it with a lesbian, but preferred the rugged aggression of the male to the female where it came to getting eaten.
I asked her if she had learned about sex in college. Marsha told me that she had her first sexual intercourse at the age of thirteen.
"He was in my class at school and he was always looking at my breasts. He never missed a chance to walk along the hall or grounds with me and talk. He told me he was hot for me and would like to get in my pants. I told him he was just bragging trying to impress me and he dared me to meet him after school and he would show me he meant what he said. Then he would leer at me and walk away. I had been masturbating and was having some real strong sexual urges. I had been wondering what it would be like to do it with a boy. I had heard the girls talk and it sounded real exciting. I knew that if a boy could make me feel any better than I could make myself feel with my fingers, then I wanted to do it with a boy. I told him I would meet him after school and he could just make good his brag.
"I was waiting behind the band hall when he came swaggering up to me. He took my arm and we left the school grounds. He took me to an old cellar that he had made into what he called a club house for his own pleasure. There was a table, couch, two chairs, and even a small refrigerator. I was kind of impressed. I asked him who the place really belonged to and he said it was the basement of the house next door to where he lived.
"I was worried because my mother had always been really strict about my coming straight home after school. I told him he had better hurry if he wanted to show me anything. I couldn't stay there long. He asked me if I had ever been screwed before. I told him no, and that I didn't think he had ever done it with a girl, either.
"I really thought he had, but I was embarrassed at my own inexperience and wanted to make an impression on him. He didn't act too impressed with my accusation. Instead he just walked up to me and lifted my skirt up around my waist. His hands worked my panties off and he told me to step out of them. I did as he told me and then he asked me to sit on the old couch while he made me hot.
"I sat down on the couch and he moved over real close and put his hand between my legs. His finger began to play with my pussy. It felt good. It felt better than mine did. Oh, we were really doing something. We thought. I was thirteen and he couldn't have been more than fourteen at the most, but he sure was a horney little bastard!"
"What happened?" I asked her, "go on and tell me the story."
Marsha continued: "Well, like I said, he was playing with my pussy and it felt good. I told him if that was all he had to show me that he could forget it, because I could do that myself. He took my hand and ran it into the front of his pants. The little bastard had a pretty big cock on him. For his size and age, it was pretty big.
"He told me to play with it and then he would screw me with it. I squeezed it and it was hard as a bat. I was fascinated with it. I had never seen one as big as that. I had seen my little brothers when my mother had changed his diaper, but it had been really little. I wondered if it would feel as good as my finger.
"It didn't take much of my playing with him. for him to get ready. He started breathing hard and shoved me down on the couch and told me to spread my legs out. He got down on his knees between my legs and I felt it touch me. Then he shoved it in. The little bastard was so hot he didn't have any sense and he hurt me. I cried out and tried to push him away but he hung on like a leech. He was hunching like a dog and I thought he was part rabbit. He gripped my waist and kept pounding it into me until after awhile, the pain went away and it started to really feel good.
"That was my first experience with intercourse. I didn't reach a climax then, but I kept on letting him do it to me because it felt better than my finger. When I was almost fourteen I started to menstruate. I enjoyed intercourse more after that and I had three steady boyfriends giving me all I wanted. I began to have climaxes and I decided there was just nothing like sex. The next year I got into high school and then I really got around. I started going to football games as a cheerleader and some of those boys on the team really knew how to put a girl into orbit.
"When I was sixteen I got eaten the first time. Oh, it was so good I almost fainted when I reached my climax. We went to the game that night, then to a dance afterwards. At the dance I moved in on one of the senior girls and took her guy away from her on the dance floor right before her eyes. I had heard that he was something in the sex department. One of my friends in the junior class told me that he got her hot one night and took her out to his uncles apartment at one of the beach fronts. He stripped her and put her in a big round bed with silk sheets. He ate her until she came twice, then screwed her until she came again before he shot off.
"I got him to dance with me while this girl went to the rest room. He danced close and I started to tease him right away. He got a big hard on and I kept teasing it until he asked me to go for a ride with him. We left the dance before the set ended and walked out, while she stood and fumed at me. She had been watching us after she came out of the restroom and had seen what I was doing to him.
"He took me to that same apartment and it was so pretty I could hardly believe my eyes. He made some good love to me and then started to take off my clothes. He stripped me while I stood there getting hotter by the second. When he had me naked, he carried me to the big bed. He placed me right in the center of it, then began to suck the nipples of my breasts. I was so hot by then I was half out of my mind and didn't realize he had changed position until I felt his hands grip my ankles.
My knees came back against my stomach touching my breasts. He gripped my ankles tight and held me in that position while his tongue touched the hairline around my pussy. I couldn't move. I had never felt anything as exciting as that. His tongue was warm as it flicked from the insides of my thighs to the lips of my pussy then back again. I was half out of my mind with desire when his tongue licked twice then plunged inside. I had a climax right then.
"He made me whimper and beg. It was so good all I could do was squeeze the bed and mumble. I had another climax and it was better than the first. I squealed and tried to move but I couldn't get my feet down. He held me there helpless while his tongue almost drove me mad. He let me go and moved away. I was trembling and trying to get my breath under control when he drove his cock into me and I knew there just couldn't be any better lover in the whole world than he was.
"He screwed me until I was too weak to move then I fell asleep in that wonderful bed. He woke me at eight o'clock the next morning and said we would have to leave before twelve o'clock because his uncle would be back and wouldn't want us around. He told me his uncle was a businessman and kept the apartment for entertaining clients. He said he didn't want to lose visiting rights to the apartment by cluttering it up or staying too long at a time.
"I helped him straighten it up and we left there and went to the beach for the rest of the day. We were pretty crazy about each other and decided to spend the night on the beach. We drove into town for hamburgers and beer then returned to our secluded spot we had chosen earlier in the afternoon. We built a fire and hauled out some sleeping bags he always kept in the trunk of his car for just such emergencies as we had embarked on. It was romantic as hell and I though I had found the end of rainbow. We ate the hamburgers and drank about half the beer. The surf was pounding under a half moon and we were in each other's arms. His fingers pulled the cups of the halter down off my breasts and began to tease the nipples. I squirmed and pulled his head down for a kiss. His fingers found the tender spot between my legs as his tongue slid into my mouth! Man he could set me on fire.
"We spent the night there on the beach and finally went home around noon the following day. I was pretty crazy about him but I never got another chance to show him how I felt. Two days later he hit another car head on and his body wasn't even recognizable when they pulled him out of the charred wreckage. Both cars caught fire and burned. A man and woman were killed in the other car.
"Oh yeah-I found an end of the rainbow alright! I loved him exactly two days and nights before he died. But the worst was yet to come. I had gotten pregnant. There I was sixteen, and pregnant. I could have just died. My parents threw a fit. They sent me to a home for girls in trouble, very exclusive and the whole bit. I was very ill and miscarried. The doctors told me that had been my one and only chance. They told me I would never have children. Something hadn't been right inside me. They used a long winded medical term that I have long since forgotten but it doesn't matter. It was final whatever the descriptive term. I just was going to be barren for the rest of my life and there was no question about it.
"My parents put me in a different school and I made up what little time I had lost while I was at the home. I went on to make good in school after making such a mess of my life. I finished with honors and my parents insisted I go to college.
"I made average grades to begin with then picked them up later in the semester as I took more interest in college. I met Steve and we hit it off. I didn't care for anyone until I met him. He was so much like the other boy. His hair and eyes were the same color as Steve's and they would be about the same size. His name was Mark. If he had lived he would have been the only man ever for me. I love Steve, but nothing like I loved Mark. Maybe that's why I don't mind swapping. Maybe I just don't care enough for Steve. I don't know. It gets all mixed up in my mind sometimes when I start to think about it. I think it's because I loved Mark so desperately that I have this craving for sex. I believe I am searching for him. That's silly I know. It isn't fair to Steve either, but I don't think he would understand. He hasn't loved anyone as desperately as I loved Mark, then lost them. I believe I would have been a better person if the baby had lived. I would have had something of him left. As it was I suffered-You'll never know how I suffered."
I sat there silently waiting for more, but she was all finished. She had ran out and there were tears in her eyes. I could feel them as I stroked her forehead with my fingers. Her shoulders shook with sobs and I lifted her head to my shoulder.
"I guess we all create our own hell baby." I told her. "None of us are as good as we think, or as bad as some others think. We just drift along through this life doing the best we can, and our own weakness causes our transgressions, and our strength, what little we have, keep us from reverting to the stone ages. We survive at best, and the rest is just a matter of rolling with punch."
"You shouldn't have got me on that subject. I'm too emotional when I start to remember. Let's just live for now and forget we had better times. Let's not talk anymore. Make me forget. Make love to me."
Her arms closed around my neck and her mouth stopped any sound I might have made. Her breast was warm and vibrant under my hand and her tongue was a thing to strike fire in my blood. I feathered my fingers across her thigh then up to the hair between her legs. Her teeth nibbled at my lower lip and her breath was hot against my neck.
I leaned over easy and let her down on her back. Her fingers curled into my hair, tugging my face down to the nipple of her breast. She sighed with pleasure as my fingers found her nest again and massaged gently. The nipple was firm and I heard the rustle of her legs on the mattress as I moved my tongue around the tiny knot, then moved to the opposite one. Her fingers were tugging my head down and I kissed a pattern around her stomach moving lower all the while.
"Do it now," she whispered, "I can't stand it, I can't wait any longer."
I moved around until I was on my knees between her legs. She pulled her feet up until her knees were standing up. I closed my fingers around her ankles and shoved her knees up to her breasts.
She gasped and said "Oh Gawd." Then her voice was lost in a low agonized moan as my tongue found her and went in deep. She shuddered and relaxed slightly as I eased it out to the lips and teased her gently. Then she was whimpering like a child and begging me not to torture her. I touched, probed, then went in up high at the point of the opening and found the clitoris. She began to tremble all through her body the second I touched it. She threshed the mattress with her hands and her ankles strained against my hands. I stroked it slowly until she was throbbing with ecstasy and suddenly she went rigid and a hoarse scream burst from her throat.
She relaxed as I let go of her and the only sound was her harsh breathing. I gave her a cigarette and its bright red end was like an eye in the darkness as she sucked on it hungrily. It sailed out into the darkness of the night and I grabbed her ankles again. She shivered with anticipation and her voice was filled with urgency as she said over and over, "Oh Gawd, Oh Gawd. You'll kill me!"
I drank the last of the beer while listening to her regular breathing. I lit a smoke and thought about what she had told me about herself and Steve. Maybe she did have it figured out as far as she was concerned but what about Steve? If I had the answer to that one, then I might be able to find an excuse for myself. The beer had made me drowsy and I fell asleep beside Marsha on the mattress.
Doris and I agreed it was kind of weird, but exciting, and it stimulated our own sexual relations. We would lay in bed exchanging descriptions of our relations with them and the conversation really got us worked up. We found that it took more to satisfy us than it ever had before and we were practically on a second honeymoon.
I told Doris about how Marsha loved to relive that first time she had been eaten by Mark. She said that Marsha was still in love with an idea. That she was emotionally insecure and was reaching into her childhood for something to blame it on. I asked her what we were going to blame ours on.
Doris laughed and said: "Why darling, I guess we just love to screw. That's my excuse; what's yours?"
"Same thing I guess," I told her and we both laughed.
We swapped with them regularly from then on. Nothing very exciting happened for about six weeks, then this other couple moved into the block. They were in their early thirties and the woman was a knockout. She had a set of breasts that would make any man look twice and she wore those low cut blouses to be sure they were noticed. She wore shorts and tight pants and spent a lot of time in the yard.
We had pretty well kept it a foursome until they moved in. The other people around us were too old and set in their ways for the kind of fun and games we practiced.
Steve and I kept watching that broad strut around in the yard and it became almost a challenge to us. We speculated as to making a try for them and decided we had better play it cool for a while until we had a chance to get acquainted and feel them out. We didn't want everyone to know we were swapping. They had been in their place for almost a month and the women told us that she had treated them pretty cook, as though she wasn't encouraging any friendship.
Steve and Marsha went down to San Diego for a week to sell some property they owned. They asked us to make the trip with them. I couldn't swing a weeks leave with my boss, and told Doris to go ahead if she wanted to, it would be good for her to get a change of scenery.
They had been gone two days and I was finding those four walls hard to take at night alone. I came in from work one afternoon and the sexy broad was sitting on the lawn in front of the house. She was wearing a dress for a change and on her it looked real good. I saw her as I turned the corner and went by real slow to get a good look.
She smiled and waved as I went by. I couldn't believe it. She had always been cold shouldered as hell before and I had just about marked her off. I waved back and pursed my lips at the sight of her pretty knees. She made no effort to put her feet down and I got a good look at creamy white thighs and black silk panties as I went by.
I put the car in the garage and went into the kitchen for a beer, thinking I would have something to tell Steve when he got back. He would be surprised to hear that she wasn't an iceberg after all. Then I had another though. What if I could make her before they got back. Old Steve would flip his wig on that one. He considered himself pretty much of a stallion anyhow and if I could slip that one by on him he would have to come down a peg. I thought how funny it would be to break the news to him sort of casually. The more I thought about the idea intrigued me. That broad had got me hot for her and I couldn't resist giving her a try.
I slept late Saturday morning and had just started my second cup of coffee when the doorbell rang. I went to answer it in my robe thinking at the time that it was probably some salesman. It was her. She was standing there with a small bag in her hand. I looked at her, then the bag and she grinned then offered the bag to me. She said it was my wife's hair dryer. I looked at it again and then recognized it. She told me she had borrowed it from Doris and wanted to return it before she came home, in case Doris might want to use it.
I told her that I had just gotten up and asked her if she would like a cup of coffee. To my surprise she said yes and I held the door open for her to come in. She brushed past me on the way in and her perfume made my pulse beat faster. I showed her into the kitchen and she sat down on one of the stools at the bar. I poured her a cup and then stood with my back to the stove where I could get a good look at her legs. She was wearing one of those loose fitting things women wear around the house and a lot of her legs were showing. When she had sat down on the high stool the thing had hiked up almost to her hips and she hadn't been a damn bit concerned about what was showing.
She was talkative and began telling me that Doris and Marsha had been over and introduced themselves to her. She said she liked Doris the best of the two women. Marsha, she said, seemed a little too haughty.
She also said she hadn't liked the way Marsha had looked at her husband. "I don't mind a woman crotch gazing him, but it sort of irritates me when she does it in front of me. Of course, he is vain and gets the hots when a woman looks at him. He looked right back at her and she got real silly and kept squirming in her chair like her pants were itchy or something."
I told her Marsha was like that, and that she had done me the same way when we first moved on the block. She has hot pants I can tell you that. She likes variety in men. I told her, just to get her reaction. After all she had opened the conversation with sex, and so I decided to play along and see how far she would go. She smiled a slow smile and it was obvious she was having it all her way.
I asked her about her husband and she told me he was a salesman and that he was out of town for two weeks. She said she got tired of sitting around the house had come over to return the hair dryer on the chance that someone might be home. As she talked she swung her right knee from side to side giving me a peek at those creamy thighs again. Not much, just enough to make it exciting. I asked if she wanted more coffee and she refused so I suggested that we go into the living room where we could be more comfortable.
She walked ahead of me and sat on the couch. I took a chair directly in front of her and offered her a cigarette. She said no, she didn't smoke much. That thing was up around her hip again and that time she had put herself in a position to give me a good look. She asked me how long Doris would be gone and I told her she was going to stay down there with them until they sold some property. She said if she could help me with the shopping or laundry to give her a call. She went to the telephone pad and jotted down her number. I got up and walked her to the door. She thanked me for the coffee and the hair dryer and said she had better be going. I told her I had enjoyed her company and asked her to come back to see us.
I fooled around the house for a while and got myself some breakfast. I put the dishes away in the sink and waited till eleven o'clock, then I called her. Her voice sounded better on the phone. I asked her if she would help me do some shopping, then have lunch with me. She said she would be delighted, then asked where she could meet me. She wanted to take her car down for a wash job. I told her I would pick her up at the station, and she named one in a shopping district near us. I told her I would meet her there in fifteen minutes.
When I drove into the station she was waiting beside her car. She slid into the seat and flashed those pretty thighs at me again. She was wearing a transparent blouse and a skirt which buttoned down the front. I glanced at her legs as she closed the door. She put her hand on my thigh and squeezed it gently. I pulled out of the drive and drove toward the shopping center. She suggested we go someplace for a drink. I pulled in at the nearest bar and we went inside. It was dark and cool with booths all around the walls. We slid into one near the back of the room and I ordered for us.
She sat close to me with her leg against mine. Her fingers went to my leg and caressed it slowly. She said she wasn't sure I would call her, and that she was glad I did. I told her that I had been watching her walk around her yard in those shorts and had wanted to meet her. She asked me if I liked Marsha in shorts too, and squeezed my leg. I told her I had gotten in her pants the first week I had known her. Her fingers moved in between my legs and stroked my cock. I put my hand on the inside of her thigh and squeezed, she spread her legs and said she had an idea Marsha was trying to screw her husband and that he probably would; if he hadn't already. I asked her if she wanted to go to a motel and she said we could go to her house if I wasn't afraid of the neighbors. Then she said she had wanted to ask me over but hadn't been sure about me until I had called. It turned out that we had both been thinking the same thing. What the other might want the neighbors to see. I told her I would rather go to her house and she said fine, let's get out of here.
She drove into the garage and I came by as she was going through the front door. I parked and fooled around the house a few minutes then went through Steve's back yard and into her kitchen. I didn't give a damn if anyone saw me, but I doubt if they did.
She had put on a light housecoat and had two drinks mixed and waiting. I picked one up and told her she looked sexy enough to eat. She picked up her glass and said she would hold me to that. I pulled her into my arms and her right knee lifted to split the housecoat from the hem up. I felt the heat of her naked thighs as she lifted herself against the bulge in my pants. She sighed with pleasure as my hands went under the material and settled on her buttocks. I pulled her against me and kissed her throat.
"Let's go to the bedroom where you can get that into me," she whispered in my ear. She took my hand and led the way. She was even better under the clothes. I undressed her slowly while she lay on the bed and looked into my face, watching me as though I were some kind of performer doing a great act. I bared her breasts; they were sensuous and warm under my fingers. She sighed with the touch of my moving fingers and as I slid her panties down past her hips. She bent her knees and I kissed her legs, as I gathered the thin silk panties in one hand while holding her ankles with the other. Her breasts were rising and falling to the rhythm of her excited breathing. Then I tossed the panties on the pile with the rest of her clothes and stood gazing at her loveliness against the bedcovers.
She was spread out across the bed with her wrists hanging out of sight behind her head. Her knees were bent over the edge in front of me, with her ankles about two feet apart. Her hair was a golden blonde and she was no bleach job. Her eyes were sky blue under arched brows. They watched every movement of my hands as I stripped down to the skin. Her fingers came from behind her head and plucked at the bedcovers; nervous and grasping as she waited impatiently.
I stood naked in front of her while her eyes darted from my face to the erection between my legs. Tiny beads of perspiration appeared on her forehead above her eyebrows. Her tongue flicked out and moistened her lips and her hands lifted from her sides reaching up to me in silent appeal. I lifted one of her ankles and kissed a line upward all the way to her hip. Her skin was warm and soft under my lips and I felt the heat coming to the surface. I leaned across her body placing my hands on the sheet at her hips and kissed her breasts one after the other. The small dark nipples of her breasts stood out in contrast to the whiteness of the sensuous mounds. I ran the tip of my tongue around each of them in turn and felt them grow rigid.
Her mouth was uttering her pleasure with little unintelligible noises. She had squeezed her eyes shut tight and her fingernails were digging into the material of the bed at her sides. Her knees lifted slightly then fell back again placing herself completely at the mercy of my caressing fingertips.
I kissed her lips and her arms snaked around my neck pulling me down to cover her throbbing body. Her mouth returned each kiss with the agitation of her suppressed desire. I caught her hair and pulled her lips tight against mine as my tongue went in to explore and tease her to greater heights. I felt her legs rise at my hip and held my cock away from her until I was ready to enter her.
Her fingernails raked my back and her voice was a husky plea as she strained against me!
"Put that in me! What are you waiting for! Please I'm going out of my mind. You big bastard. Oh you mean bastard, when I get that thing in me I'm going to cut you down to size! Oh there, there, Ohooo, that's good! I was going crazy, man you act as though you could wait forever. I was so hot for you I couldn't wait for you to get here. Oh-Oh and, and you fool around, you were-! Oh-you were doing that deliberately. Gawd you are hung. I knew you would be. I just knew it! Oh honey, hit me, hit me hard, oh it's almost-oh-oh-oh-I'm, I'm coming."
I put more into the action after her first climax and watched her face as I hunched it into her with quick movements of my hips. I placed my hands on her shoulders and pulled each time I lifted my cock into her.
Her eyes were wide open and staring at the ceiling. Her lips were pulled back over her white teeth and her tongue would dart out to slide over her lips then disappear again.
Her little whimpering sounds were almost lost in the rhythmic sound of the box springs as they gave under our weight with each movement.
I felt it getting near and pumped my hips faster. I guessed that she was close also, and knew I had been right when I burst into her and she began to shudder. Her little scream was low and hoarse while her fingernails raked raw furrows in my back. Her legs threshed the bed and she relaxed under me spent and sweating with exertion.
"Oh that was wonderful! That was really something! You are a beast, when you get worked up."
"You aren't exactly tame yourself," I told her. "Did you really get mad at me or were you just kidding."
"Oh I was frantic, you were driving me nuts. I thought you were never going to let me have it. I was already hot from fooling around with you this morning. I was ready when you came in. When you started to kiss my breasts-oh that makes me wild."
"I told Steve the other day that I would love to get in your pants, but I never expected to do it. Then, when you came over to the house and I got a look at those pretty thighs and black panties, I knew I was going to make a play for you. I figured you wanted some when you left me your phone number. In fact I was trying to figure out how I was going to go about it. When you left the number I had my answer. I wasn't sure until you agreed to meet me."
"I came over to see what you were like. I had seen you around your front yard and had met Doris, but I was getting horny and started wondering what you would be like in bed. I don't get half enough from my husband. He travels too much. Besides I know he is balling every little bitch around the country who will spread for him. One of them wrote to him last year and I got the letter. He doesn't know it though. I feel two can play the game. I just decided to have some fun myself and I don't care what he thinks about it."
I told her that Doris and I were swapping with Marsha and Steve and how we had started. I told her how Steve had taken Doris in the living room while Marsha and I watched. Her eyes kept going wide, and she squeezed her legs together. I suggested that she and her husband might enjoy the swapping bit.
Her eyes got that hot look and she said: "Steve is a good looking guy. I'll bet he's good, he looks so horny."
"He is, I can tell you that and he is hot for you too. He told me so. We were watching you last week and wondering if we could get in your pants. That's why Doris and Marsha came to see you. They told us they didn't know about you. They were all for waiting a while in order to get to know you better. They were afraid to ask you, for fear you would tell it around the neighborhood. They are going to get a surprise when they come back." I told her.
"That sounds good to me, I want to get that Steve between my legs and see if he is all he looks to be. I had a feeling about that Marsha, the way she was ogling my husband that morning. She was practically asking him to screw her. Oh well, that's Okay I'll get him, and I'll enjoy doing it, then I won't give a damn if she screws Don or not. Wouldn't that be a laugh if he wouldn't play with her."
"Don't bet on it," I told her. "Marsha is a lot of woman. It takes a lot of sex to keep her happy. She invited me to her house and took me like a storm. What do you think of the swapping idea?"
"I like that, I don't care if he does or not, but I'm sure he will. You know, somehow I didn't suspect it of Doris though. I really liked her. Marsha and I just sort of clashed. Yes. I'm going to like this swapping. The idea excites me. In fact you are going to have to do something. I have that terrible urge again. Come here and let me show you what a bad girl I am, you beast."
Steve came in the following night and we all sat down in their kitchen with a beer and talked about their trip. They had sold the property to a real estate dealer, then spent a couple of days sight seeing before making the return trip. I let them tell me all about it, then told them I had done a little hustling on my own while they had been out of town. Steve grinned at me and said he wouldn't be surprised. I told him that he would be, if he had known who I had been romping with.
His face lit up and he scowled at me good naturedly. "You didn't," he said.
"I did," I told him, "and she enjoyed it very much. In fact, she is now ready to the join the club."
The women looked puzzled until Steve told them who I was talking about. They were surprised but didn't seem to think much of the idea. I told them what she said about swapping with us and they said it would be alright with them. They wanted to know when they were going to get a crack at him.
I winked at Steve and told them Marjorie had said Don was pretty fast and loose with women, and that he was due back the following week. She told me she had decided he wasn't to have all the fun while she stayed home, so she had given me a couple of rolls in the hay. Steve called me a dog and said he would catch up.
Doris asked me about Marjorie when we got home. I told her about how we had got together. She said that Marjorie had seemed nice enough but that she had gotten the impression the woman didn't like Marsha. I told her what had been said on that subject and she grinned!
"Marsha was coming on strong to Don. Not that I blamed her much though, he is handsome."
Marsha came to the house around eight that night and wanted us to come over for awhile. She kissed me on the lips and her fingers brushed the front of my pants.
"You have been a perfect rascal while we were gone. Come on over so I can get you back in line. You should have seen Steve and Doris carry on. It was scandalous. We have some catching up to do."
I asked her if the mattress was still out back and she rolled her eyes, nodded and took off.
Doris begged off, telling me she wanted to get some rest. I went over and there was Marjorie. Steve had called her. I told them Doris couldn't make it and we all sat down with a beer. Steve was sitting next to Marjorie and his fingers were caressing her thigh. Her left hand was resting in his lap and it looked as though old Steve was about to make good his brag.
Marsha took off to her bedroom while I finished my beer. She came back wearing a housecoat and sat down next to me at the table. Her fingers found the bulge at my leg and began to caress. I put my arm around her with my fingers touching her right breast. It was warm and soft under the thin material of the housecoat. She had removed all her underwear. I took her and we left them sitting at the table.
We found the mattress on the patio. Marsha stepped up close to me and unzipped my fly. Her fingers dipped inside and closed around my cock. I ran my hands under the material and cupped her buttocks pulling her up to her toes. She spread her legs and pulled my cock in between them, then squeezed them together enclosing it within the warm flesh of her inner thighs. Her mouth found mine and her tongue was a wild thing as it teased and probed.
She told me: "Steve was wild, screwing Doris. He screwed her every night while we were gone. She must like it because she takes on something awful when he gets her down. One afternoon we were sitting around the motel and I decided to take a nap. I slept for awhile, then woke up. The door to the other room was open a crack and I could see Steve sitting on the couch. He was watching Doris walk around the room. She saw him and twisted her hips suggestively. He said something to her and she stopped and looked at him for a second. She grinned and her fingers began to lift her skirt. He whistled at her. She began to move her hips in little circles as the skirt rose above her hips. She was wearing white transparent panties and she looked hot' Then her fingers flipped the catch in back and she stepped out of the skirt. She tossed it on the floor and began to undo her blouse.
"I watched his face as she stripped in front of him and he was beginning to get that hungry look. He came off the couch and shoved her down to her knees.
She laughed and pulled him up close to her by the hair of his head. He was kissing her stomach and around the ribs while she fumbled at her bra hooks. They came loose and she flipped it off her arms to the floor. His mouth covered one of her breasts. She moaned and her fingers clutched at the front of his trousers. She got the waist open and her hands went inside.
"His hands pushed her onto her back and he slipped her panties off. She squirmed as he fell in between her legs. He was trying to get it in her and she was squirming away each time. He came up on his knees and grabbed her shoulders. I'm telling you he put it into her like a stallion mounting a mare. She didn't do anything but squeal after that." Marsha said.
I told her about Marjorie and how she had come to the house and tossed me. She liked to talk about sex. It aroused her faster than anything. She was panting in my ear and begging me to give it to her. We sank down on the mattress together and she pulled my face down to her breast. I rolled in between her legs and gave her my cock.
When I got back home that night Doris was as mad as hell. We got into a discussion of the swapping. She told me that she could have enjoyed the trip to San Diego if Steve had left her alone. I said I thought she had enjoyed the trip from the way they had all talked after they returned. I told her what Marsha had said and she denied it.
"That woman is lying in her teeth, Steve was after me the whole time. But I wouldn't let him make love to me. She didn't care, she would like us to do it all the time, so she could get to you. It's not my fault if she can't satisfy her husband and wants to screw every other man she meets besides."
I was so surprised I didn't know what to say. I remembered that she had always had a lot to say about what Steve was doing with other women. I had thought it was because she had been able to become aroused from discussing sex. I wondered if Marsha was not a little nutty. I asked Doris about Steve. She told me that he had been very ardent and had satisfied her the first time, but she was tired of him chasing after her all the time. She told me that no man could take my place with her and as far as she was concerned the swapping was ridiculous.
I realized then what Marsha and Steve were doing to us. They weren't happy with each other and were out for sex wherever they found it. I had gone too far with it already and decided it was time to call it off for good.
Doris said she still believed we could satisfy each other without all that swapping around and that she didn't want it with anyone else but me. I felt pretty low about the whole thing and decided I had been nuts to ever let it get started. We agreed we were going to get out of it. If they wanted to keep it up with Marjorie and Don, then fine. We would survive without them.
They got annoyed with us, but we didn't have any more of it. We kept to ourselves. Later in the summer, we moved to a different neighborhood. We haven't even heard of swapping since we moved. If we do, I'm sure we won't have any of it. Doris and I are happy with each other. We don't feel that anything is lacking in our lives.
CHAPTER SIX
-Mail Order Mates
John and I were both in our thirties when we first had experience with swapping. We had been told quite a lot about it by friends. We had listened, but never considered it seriously. Then we began to read about it in the magazines and sometimes the papers ran articles on the alarming proportions it had grown to-to reach all over the country.
One night John was reading an article about swapping in one of those men's magazines. He brought it to me in the bedroom and told me to read it. It was the usual thing except that the person telling the story went on to say how they had been introduced to the idea, then the real thing. It had started by her answering an ad in a magazine. This had read that a couple in their thirties who traveled a great deal, desired to meet another couple of the same age group who had mutual interests, for photography, sex, hobbies and several other things. She had copied down the P.O. box and answered the ad.
She had received one answer almost by return mail. There were photographs of the couple, both of them wearing bathing suits. They were standing beside a pickup truck with a camper on it. The woman was pretty and the man was handsome, in a rugged way. She had written a letter to them and sent photographs of herself and her husband. The two couples had corresponded for several weeks, exchanging views on different subjects. They had agreed to meet and spend their vacations together. They had begun swapping during the first week of their vacation, then had continued the arrangement at regular intervals afterward, commuting from one city to another. They had explained their company to neighbors as relatives from another city.
When I finished, John asked me what I thought of the article. I told him it had been interesting and that it might be exciting if we could find a couple we liked, and give it a try. He said he felt the same way about it and that it was the only arrangement he had ever read about that appealed to him.
We talked about it and finally agreed that we would look for ads and answer some of them. I began to scan through magazines on news stands while he was at work every day. I found some in a nudist magazine and took it home with me.
When John came home that night I showed it to him and we agreed to answer it. I got the letter off that night before we went to bed. John told me as he came out of the bathroom, that he had almost become aroused just talking about the idea. I told him to get into bed and I would see if I couldn't get him completely aroused. He grinned and said he thought he was going to enjoy this swapping thing, if he could find him a real sexy chick.
He had an erection when he slid in beside me and I snuggled up close to him and took it in my hand. I felt his fingers moving over my thighs and opened my legs for him. He was breathing hard and getting harder by the second. I felt his weight shift on the mattress then his hard cock was into me. He gave it to me hard and fast the way he always had until he grunted and was all finished. I was still half dissatisfied, even though I had reached a climax at the same time he had.
We had been married eight years and I had never been pregnant through all that time. My doctor said he couldn't find anything wrong with me and that unless there was something out of order with John, then we should be able to have children. I tried to get him to go have an examination but he had laughed and said there wasn't anything wrong with him. That we would get around to having kids some day. I wanted children but had long since given up the idea under the circumstances.
We received an answer to our letter that same week. It was an interesting letter and contained two photographs. They were full length shots of them in what appeared to be their yard. They were both fully dressed but it wouldn't have been hard to imagine how they would appear in bathing suits.
The man was wearing a short sleeved shirt and tight pants. He was broad shouldered and very handsome. His wife was almost a foot shorter than he was, and had large appearing breasts. Her figure was exceptional for her age and she had a skirt and blouse that fitted her curves just right in order to give her a sexy appearance.
When John came home that night and looked at her picture he let out a long low whistle.
"If she wants to swap with me, I'm all for it." He grinned at me and asked if I thought those people were really serious about swapping or if they were just looking for interesting friends. I said there was one way for us to find out. I sat down and wrote another letter and sent them photographs of John and myself.
We corresponded back and forth for about six weeks, then they invited us to drive up the coast to visit them. We accepted the invitation and drove up one Friday afternoon. When we arrived they greeted us warmly and showed us into a spacious living room. They served cocktails and we talked for a while. An elderly man came to the door and announced that dinner was ready to be served.
After dinner we went to the living room and were served coffee and brandy. Joyce was wearing a light gray suit that really accentuated her curves, especially after dinner when she took the coat off and came back into the room. Her blouse was white with a lace-trimmed collar and fitted just right to give her breasts an arrogant appearance.
Harvey was in a well-tailored sport suit, and was as handsome as sin. He wore his hair trimmed close to his head, something in the style of a crew cut but somehow it looked different on him. He stood almost a head taller than John and was built like an athlete. I found myself wondering how he would make love to me. From his appearance I imagined he would be aggressive; then suddenly I realized that I had accepted the idea already and I was embarrassed.
Joyce and Harvey were seated on the couch. John and I were in two guest chairs facing them across an oversized coffee table. Joyce had dark brown hair. It was done up in a style to complement her features giving her an appearance of daintiness. She was small, not more than five feet tall and her eyes were a deep green. I could tell that John was pleased with her and I felt a tinge of jealousy. He couldn't take his eyes off her breasts but she pretended not to notice.
Joyce was sitting in a position which made it easy for John to see quite a lot of her pretty legs. The skirt was short and when she moved her knees it rode higher to reveal a generous part of her thighs. She crossed her legs once when she was sure he was looking. From where I was sitting I got a glimpse of pink panties and from his position directly in front of her, the view must have been terrific.
Harvey suggested we go to the den and put on some records. We all went in and found seats, then the elderly servant brought in some more coffee and liquor. Harvey told him that we wouldn't need him anymore and he left silently.
Harvey asked me to dance when the music started and as we moved around the room he pulled me up close to him. I felt the heat of his body through his clothing and let him have his way with me. My body began to tingle with excitement as his fingers brushed lightly over my skirt then teased down my back lower with each movement. I felt a bulge growing in the front of his pants and then his fingers spread across my hip and pressed hard. I lifted up on my toes and felt it between my thighs, the warmth of it coming through my panties. When the music stopped I was breathing hard with the excitement of his bold advance. He stood there with his arm around me until it started again, then we danced some more.
Joyce had taken John someplace else. We had it all to ourselves. When Harvey noticed me looking around he told me that Joyce was probably showing him the rest of the house, and her dark-room. He said she had a bug about photography. He told me she would probably show him the pictures she had taken of herself in order to get him started then take him to one of the bedrooms when he got horny. He said we probably wouldn't see them any more that night unless we looked for them.
His hands were both resting on my cheeks pulling me up tight against the bulge between his legs. I put my arms around his waist and spread my legs a little more. The music stopped and he lifted me up on my toes and kissed me a long exciting time. Then his hands lifted my skirt up past my hips and went into the waistband of my panties. They slid down as his fingers touched and teased around my hips then trailed into the hair between my legs. I was trembling with desire as he pulled them down to my ankles and kissed the insides of my legs while I stepped out of them.
His fingers found the button at the back of my skirt then ran the zipper down. My skirt and half slip eased down to my ankles and I stepped out of them while his lips moved over my tingling skin. Then the blouse and bra were off and he lifted me in his arms and carried me to the huge sofa and placed me on it.
I was frantic with passion. I couldn't remember when I had ever been so hot before. His hot mouth covered one of my breasts and I began to squirm. His tongue teased the nipple until it felt as if it would burst. I groaned with pleasure as his lips moved over to the other breast and made it throb. He moved away for a second and the room went into darkness. I felt his breath on the inside of my thigh, then trembled as his tongue touched the skin.
It moved and touched again higher and I ; started to whimper with pure delight. John had never excited me this way. It touched the hair and suddenly it went into me and I almost fainted. It was pure ecstasy. I thought I would faint any second. I didn't think I could stand it. It was agony and ecstasy together. I gripped the sofa so hard my fingers were numb.. I tried to move my legs but they refused to obey my mind. I bit my lip and tried to choke back the scream, but it came out to echo through the room as my body began to jerk and I went through a violent release.
John had never eaten me, neither had anyone else. It was the most wonderful sexual experience I had ever known. I felt exhilarated. I felt wonderful, but my pleasure had only begun. I was still sighing from my climax when he moved in close and his hands closed at each of my hips. I felt it touch me then penetrate very slowly. I moaned as it filled me, then passion was racing through me again with the slow movement of his hips. I reached out and pulled him with all my strength. I groaned in his ear as I went through another climax and thought I had all I could take. But he began to give it to me faster. I told him I couldn't come anymore! He kissed my lips and said he was almost there. I felt him tremble then he shot into me and I went off with him. I gasped and clawed his back with my fingernails. My legs jerked and threshed the sofa as his fluid burst into me. My lips kept uttering the same thing over and over in his ear.
"Oh, I'm coming-I'm coming!"
Harvey went to the kitchen and got some ice then came back and mixed us each a strong drink. We listened to music and talked for a long time, then went to bed. Neither of us were very sleepy so we smoked and talked. I told him he had been the first to eat me. He was surprised and said he thought all married women had been eaten at one time or another. I asked him if they were swapping with two more besides John and I. He said they could work out something for us with the others if we were interested. Then he told me he would show us photographs of them.
We slept late the next day and I awoke with the touch of his fingers between my legs. I turned over and snuggled up close to him. He asked me if I felt like getting screwed. I pulled him over on top of me and spread my legs wide. He was gentle and took me slowly as he had the night before. I gripped his waist as I felt it growing near, then I was gasping in his ear as we both fought through our climax.
We spent two days and nights with them. Saturday morning they showed us photographs of another couple and asked us if we would like to have them come over. We liked their appearance and said it would be alright with us.
They came right after dinner and we all got together in the living room. Joyce made the introductions. She brought Tom over and told him to sit next to me. She placed Sue next to John and we started to get acquainted. We exchanged views on everything from the costs of living to politics, then Joyce served another round of cocktails. Everyone had been sort of loosening up since the guests had arrived, and the drinks had helped to bring about a more relaxed attitude all around.
Harvey stood up after a while and asked if we would care to watch some movies. Everyone responded with enthusiastic approval and he went to a closet and brought out a projector and screen. He set both of them up, then told us he would be right back with the film. He laughed and said it was so hot he had to keep it in the safe.
Sue was in her late twenties, I guessed, and a pretty brunette. She was about average in height and her figure was good. Especially her breasts. They were large and gave her that sexy look. She was sitting next to John with her skirt up to her hips. John's hand was resting on her thigh as he leaned toward her and talked. Whatever he said to her must have been funny because she laughed and squeezed his hand.
Tom asked me if I would care to take a walk around the garden with him before the movie started. I got up and followed him out. I had been out there earlier in the day but it seemed so different in the darkness. It was more exciting and more romantic.
Tom was about my height and had blonde wavy hair. His eyes were blue and piercing, as they had looked at my body while we were being introduced. He had smiled revealing white even teeth, then turned his attention to Joyce. I got the impression he was more interested in her than in me.
He stopped near a huge rose bush and pulled me into his arms. His lips came down on mine and my blood pressure raced with the thrill of his kiss. I snuggled into his embrace and felt his thigh pushing in between my legs forcing them apart. I let' him have his way with me while passion raced through my body. His hands went under my skirt and teased through my panties. He told me that I was the most exciting woman he had seen in months. The combination of his smooth voice and exciting hands had me panting in his ear when Joyce came to the back door and shouted that they were ready to show the film. He whispered that he wanted me desperately, and that we would take off as soon as the show was over.
The movie was enough to raise anyone's blood pressure. It began with a very attractive secretary and a handsome man supposedly her boss in an office scene. The girl was a buxom blonde, curvaceous and beautiful, dressed in white transparent blouse and short, tight skirt. She was taking dictation beside his desk. She was seated in an office chair with her legs spread just enough for him to be able to see her panties between her legs! He seemed to be trying to dictate to her but he was having trouble avoiding the sight of her white creamy thighs and the flash of pink. The camera moved to show him from her position. He had brown curly hair and deep blue eyes. The color was tremendous and the film must have cost a fortune. The boss was facing her and there was a long bulge in his crotch nestled against the inside of his left thigh. His hand went to it once and stroked it gently. His features were agitated and he fumbled a pencil in his left hand. There was another change of scene, then the blonde lifted her right foot off the floor and perched it on the four-way base of the chair over one of the rollers. This hiked her knee up a good six inches higher than the left one and the camera moved in closer. The distance was approximately the same as that between the two people, and I could actually see the imprint of her pussy through her panties.
She pretended to be writing on the pad but her half closed eyes were stealing glances at the bulge in his pants which was getting larger all the time. The man said something to her and she reached over to the desk and shook a cigarette out of the pack. She placed it in her lips and leaned towards him for a light. He flicked his lighter and held the flame to the tip of her cigarette. As she drew smoke into her mouth, her hand eased up to the bulge and squeezed it. Then she began to tease it very slowly.
The man leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes. She rolled her chair closer and continued to smoke her cigarette while she stroked him. The man began to move his legs, spreading them wider.
She got up and went to the office door to lock it. She went back to the desk and put her cigarette out, then got down on her knees between his legs. Her fingers unzipped his fly and lifted his cock out. It was fully erect and I felt a little shiver go through me at the size of it. I have never seen one so big or as long! She stroked it with both hands lovingly, as though it were very delicate.
His hands moved to her shoulders and lifted her to her feet. He started to raise her skirt up. He did it very slowly as though he had all the time in the world.
The men in the viewing room started to squirm and pull at their pant legs. I felt Tom's hand slide under my skirt and move up my thighs. I spread my legs, hoping his fingers could give me some relief from the extremely aroused state I was in.
The skirt moved all the way to her slim waist then his fingers hooked the elastic and began to slide her panties down. The men began to make remarks about her as she lifted her feet out of the wispy panties. The man's hands went to her armpits and lifted her up onto the desk top. He eased her down on her back and then knelt down. His hands closed around her ankles and shoved her legs back until her knees were bent just below her breasts! He began to kiss the backs of her legs, she squirmed and her hands grasped the edge of the desk.
He kissed up to her knee then down the inside of her thigh. As his mouth came close to her nest his tongue flicked out to touch and to tease a circle around it. Her head whipped back, then from side to side. Her fingers gripped the desk so hard they turned white. Her lips were moving and her teeth bit into her lower lip.
I glanced around the room. Joyce was leaning on John's shoulder with her hand inside his fly. I could just barely see her arm move in the dark room. Harvey was seated across the room with Tom's wife. She was facing him sideways with one knee propped up on his lap. His fingers were busy under her thigh. I heard a gasp from someone in the room and looked back at the screen.
The man had his tongue in her and she was having a climax. She shuddered from head to toe and her face was wild with ecstasy. Her eyelids were squeezed tight and her mouth was wide open. She kicked her feet and he moved away from her for a second then stood watching her. He leaned over and opened her blouse. His fingers ripped the cups from her breasts. She sat up on the desk while his fingers unfastened the hooks in back. He pulled the bra off and dropped it at his feet. She curled her fingers in his hair and pulled his mouth down to her breasts. As he leaned over her, his hips moved and his cock went into her.
I could hear the other two women breathing and squirming in their seats. I knew my own must have been every bit as loud as theirs. I was so hot I felt light-headed. Tom's fingers were teasing the hair between my legs and I was aching for relief. I squeezed his hand between my legs as tight as I could. I moved with his fingers as they drove me wild with desire.
I looked across the room and Joyce was pulling John's cock out of his fly. Harvey had Tom's wife on his lap with his hand under her skirt. I moved my leg and one of Tom's fingers slid into me. I gasped and grabbed his arm. The fingers moved frantically and I leaned back until my head was resting on the back of the sofa. I was completely at his mercy and beyond caring what anyone saw. I felt his fingers move away and then I was lifted off the sofa into his arms. I sank into a soft satin spread and felt my panties slide down my hips, touch my ankles then move away. Warm hands touched my hips and my skirt moved up to my waist. The cups moved roughly off my breasts as I held my arms out in front of me. His hand moved to the head of the bed and a pillow slid down to stop at my hip! I lifted myself and it moved under me. I felt his breath on the inside of my thigh and grabbed the bedcovers as his tongue touched, then slid into me.
I tried desperately to hold my legs apart but they closed around his head pulling and squeezing until there was no strength left in them and they fell over the edge of the bed lifeless. I thought it was over but before I could catch my breath it was searing into me again, and my mind was reeling with pure ecstasy. I strained as I felt myself nearing a climax but he kept me riding the crest with just enough to keep the fire raging. I thought I would die if I couldn't come again. I began to writhe and beg him to make me come. Suddenly his tongue went wild and I screamed hoarsely as my body convulsed with a violent climax.
When I opened my eyes the room was still in darkness. Tom came back through the door and closed it. I felt the bed give as he moved in beside me. His hands found my breast and began to caress the nipple. He asked me if I had enjoyed it and I told him it had been simply wonderful. I was beginning to become aroused again and pulled him over close to me.
He asked me if I had ever eaten a man before. I said that I had and didn't mind, if that was what he wanted me to do. His hand guided mine to his cock and I stroked it gently. He sighed with pleasure as my fingers squeezed and moved over the swollen head.
I kissed his lips and the side of his neck, around his ear. His chest was thick with hair as I moved down, touching his warm stomach with my tongue, then kissing little circles over his hips. I felt his body tremble and then his breath came out with a rush as my lips touched the head of his cock. I moved nearer and slid the head of it into my mouth. He groaned and writhed under me. I moved my mouth on and off faster as he become more excited. His body tensed and he began to reach an orgasm! There was no more to give.
The next morning I woke up early and went to the kitchen table with coffee and a cigarette. He grinned happily, and pulled a chair out for me. He poured a cup and sat it before me, then asked me if I had gotten any sleep.
I told him we had gone to sleep sometime after midnight and that when I awoke Tom had been gone.
He asked me if Tom had satisfied me and I said that he had, but that I had known better.
"What happened?" he wanted to know. I told him that Tom had eaten me and that he had really gone all out, but that somehow he hadn't given me as much satisfaction as some other men had.
He asked me if he had given me more than Tom had. I looked into his eyes and sensed the same feeling in him that had begun to stir excitement within me. I put my hand over his on the table and told him that I could take all that Tom could give and still want him.
He smiled and pulled me across his lap. His arms pulled me up close and his lips kissed fire into my blood. His hand slipped inside my robe and fondled my breast. There was magic in his fingers as they moved over my body leaving little sensations of excitement behind them wherever they moved.
There was a moment of sanity while I sat there in his arms feeling desire rise to consume my body. As his caressing fingers teased me into a state of helplessness, I found myself thinking back to the early years of my marriage. I knew with a certainty that it would never again be the same. I knew that as surely as I sat there, I had destroyed all that had ever been worthwhile with my husband when I had allowed myself to be seduced by another man. It might have been better for the both of us had we never heard of swapping. We had been ignorant of certain sexual practices, yet we had been content with each other. Now that we had participated in orgies of sex, we were hopelessly lost in a whirlwind of lust. There was a rage within us to satisfy what we had discovered of new sexual pleasures.
I knew that my husband was hopelessly lost in this thing, the same as I. He had hardly spoken to me since we had begun the mad race. When I had looked into his eyes I had seen a hungry feverish look. And I had turned away, not wanting to see what I knew must also be there in my own!
That all took place three years ago. It happened just as I felt it that night. We have gone many places and traded sex with many other couples. There have been many times when I have seen that desperate look in the eyes of another woman and I have felt moved to go to her and ask if she had any idea how anyone could get out.
I know there is one simple answer. To stop. Just stop; but we are weak and each time is a new adventure in sex. We lay off for a while and try to find the answer within each other; but it becomes more elusive with the passing months and we continue to compromise. Just as we think we are going to find the answer, someone calls and the weakness within us prevails.
Then we are off again. To a new adventure with sex; a new partner who will, we hope, kindle a new fire in our bodies, which are growing more and more unresponsive with each passing year.
CHAPTER SEVEN
-Merry Mating
Helen and I were married ten years before we found out what wife swapping was all about. We had started our marriage, each of us, having a tremendous sex drive. As the years passed and we steadily lost our desire for each other we became more and more alarmed. I even changed jobs and we moved around the country thinking a change of area would help. Nothing seemed to make a lot of difference. We loved each other and we still had the urge but there seemed to be something wrong. We had trouble arousing each other to the old fever pitch of our earlier married life.
As our relations slacked off gradually I felt a driving hunger for sex that Helen could never satisfy. In fact after relations with her I often felt only half satisfied and would wake up in the early morning hours with an erection. I told Helen about it and she asked me why I didn't wake her because she often experienced the same thing. She told me that even though she always reached a climax, she felt cheated because it did not relieve tension within her and give her that wonderful feeling of well being she had known and loved so much in the past. We were at a loss to cope with our situation and it wasn't improving with time, it was getting worse.
One day Helen sent me to the grocery store for something she had forgotten. I found it and after picking up a few more items I went to the check stand.
The woman at the cash register made me catch my breath as I watched her punch the keys with one hand and move items past her with the other. She was redheaded and every feature of her was exciting, from her sparkling green eyes to the proud mounds of her breasts under the thin transparent blouse. I watched them move slightly with the rhythm of her breathing, then my eyes moved down over the contour of her hip to her thighs under the tight skirt.
She saw me watching her out of the corner of her eye and I saw just the hint of a smile flit across her petulant lips, then disappear. She didn't look at me again but I felt she knew I was mentally undressing her and I got the impression that she was flattered at the attention she was receiving.
I moved up in line and was surprised to realize that I had almost become erected while watching her. There were two women ahead of me and one behind, and I was embarrassed thinking they might notice. I kept my attention elsewhere until I moved in front of the counter and was forced to look at her again. Her eyes were a deep green, darker even than I had thought them to be, and they seemed to be looking right inside me to analyze my thoughts. I wondered is she had known how desperately I had wanted her at that moment. She smiled to reveal white even teeth and her eyes got that wise yet tolerant look in them again. I had a feeling she could read my mind and I was even more embarrassed because I had been so obvious in my actions as I had stood in line.
She ran the amount up fast and placed the ticket on the counter before me still smiling, asked if there would be anything else. I mumbled no and dug for my billfold to cover my confusion. I handed her a ten dollar bill and she made change quickly, placing the bills in my hand as she counted them out. Each time she placed a bill in my hand she pressed it slightly and I felt excitement run through me at her touch.
I turned and carried the sack out to the car and slid under the wheel. I felt an excitement I had almost forgotten existed. I had felt it with Helen when we were going together, and once after a particularly intimate evening of dancing I had reached an orgasm while kissing her goodnight at the door. I had been very embarrassed about it but I didn't think she had realized it had happened until she told me about a year after we married that she had been aware of it at the time. She said she had reached a climax several times with me before we had intercourse, at times when we had been really intimate. She told me that lots of women could do that and often would if a man got them hot enough.
I thought about that woman all the way home and that night after dinner I got another erection just by remembering what I had seen of her. I made love to Helen but it was the same as it had been for so long a time. We struggled against each other for a long time, finally reached a climax but we both felt depressed afterwards.
We discussed it before going to sleep and wondered what in the world to do about it. She suggested a marriage counselor but I rejected that idea because I didn't think it would help us at all. I told her about the woman at the store and what had happened to me as I watched her breasts. She didn't get mad or jealous as I had expected but told me she had experienced the same sensation from a salesman who had come to the house the past week. She said he had been about twenty and very handsome. He told her he was going to college and was only working through the summer months.
He had been wearing a suit, and the pants had been the tight fitting kind, uncommon in our city. She had been interested in the product and had invited him into the living room. He had unbuttoned his coat and taken a seat before her in a chair while she had sat on the couch. She had been aware of a slight bulge in his pants at the left leg as he sat there and she had thought he shouldn't wear pants so tight.
He had explained the product to her and demonstrated its revolutionary features. She had been pleased with it and had told him she would discuss it with her husband and call him if they decided to buy. He had given her a card with his name and phone number and said he would be glad to come back anytime. Business completed, she had offered him something to drink and he told her he preferred beer. She went into the kitchen and opened two for them.
While she was in the kitchen she had wondered at the exciting feeling that had gone through her with his handsome appearance, and especially at sight of the bulge in his pants. She had felt desire rise in her and had turned her eyes away quickly for fear he would notice. Then suddenly she began to wonder if he really could be attracted by her and if he could arouse her without actually doing anything. She decided to experiment with herself. She returned to the living room and placed the beer on the coffee table in front of him. She reclaimed her seat on the couch but pointed her pretty knees toward him instead of holding them to one side as she had previously done while talking to him before.
She noticed that his eyes darted to them for a second, then moved away. She asked him if he was married or planning to marry soon and watched his face while he explained that he wanted to make a career of engineering, and put some money away before he considered it. Then, as an afterthought he added that he was having too much fun to tie himself down too early in life.
She had the impression that he was fencing with her, telling her in a subtle way that he was available if she liked what she saw before her.
His eyes had been busy between her breasts and her knees while he had been speaking and she had deliberately moved her right knee just a fraction to one side. His eyes never strayed very far away and as she continued to open her legs a little at a time while she talked, his eyes had searched boldly into her thighs and there was a look of uneasiness about him.
She watched the inside of his pants leg and was aware of the increasing size of the bulge. She wondered at its size and resolved to tease him until it became fully erected or such time as he would hide it from her sight.
She directed the conversation to sex telling him she had married young, and had no regrets. She had experienced very strong sexual desire and felt as though she must marry and find satisfaction with a mate.
She deliberately crossed her legs very slowly giving him time to see all of it. The reaction was noticeable in him. His eyes strained to examine her and the bulge swelled to enormous size along his legs. She suspected he was fully erect.
He had picked up his beer and drained its remains before taking it from his lips. He was thoroughly aroused and even his eyes seemed to shine with desire.
She had felt excited beyond her wildest expectations and had become thoroughly aroused watching his erection. She had felt reckless and had imagined herself leaning backwards until her shoulders touched the couch and opening her thighs to receive him until there was no more of passion left within either of them.
She had told him that she had made up her mind about his product and that the decision remained with her husband. She said she would call him as soon as they had made up their minds. Getting up she had walked to the door ahead of him and showed him out. He had been very courteous and told her he hoped to hear from her in the very near future.
I asked her what she would have done if he had made advances to her. She said that she had honestly wanted him very much. If he had tried to seduce her, she couldn't be sure that she would have resisted him.
I asked her if she thought it would have been different with him. She said she was almost certain that he could have satisfied her to the utmost. She said it was the excitement between them, the absence of familiarity. The idea of the new adventure in sex with a very desirable stranger.
I asked her if she would honestly like to have him make love to her. She was embarrassed and said yes but that she had been afraid. I suggested that she call him again and let nature take its course.
"If he excites you, then it might help our relationship," I said, "I read someplace that men often had affairs with other women to improve their desire for their wives."
She thought about it for a while then said that it might help if I could get the woman at the store to go to bed with me. I laughed and said it was different with a man. That woman hadn't been chasing me. That salesman had entertained ideas of sex with her. She grinned and told me he hadn't until she had allowed him to look up her dress, then he had gotten an erection. She said that women chase men if they want them. Then she told me that she had deliberately teased me until I had reached that orgasm before we were married. We both had a laugh over that and I told her to call the young man and have him come back.
She looked excited and said she was afraid he might hurt her or something. I told her that I would hide upstairs and w watch if it would make her feel any better. She said if I would, that she would help me with the woman at the store. She said she could find out all about her and then if I wanted to I could make a play for her. "If she acted the way you say she did, then she was attracted to you and if given the right opportunity she might let you get in her pants."
Helen called the young salesman and he agreed to come back the following afternoon at one o'clock. I called in and took the day off explaining that I had to take care of some unexpected business. I ate lunch early and went upstairs to wait in one of the bedrooms where I had an excellent view of the living room from a crack in the doorway. By shoving the door almost closed I could see most of the room. I heard a car stop outside and peeped out the window. He was walking toward the house. He was every bit as handsome as she had described him to me.
He came inside and she closed the front door then turned the lock under the door knob while he was walking toward the couch. He sat down and she excused herself explaining that she had to take something out of the oven. I noticed that she went into the bathroom before returning to the living room. I grinned as she walked back to the couch and sat down before him. I could almost sense the desire rising.
She had dressed in a very thin blouse with a lace trimmed bra underneath. It was one of those things with half cups that reveal more than they hide. More suitable for strapless evening gowns than what she was wearing. The top three buttons were loose, when she leaned over the view into her blouse was exciting. She was wearing a loose skirt that didn't quite reach her knees and I suspicioned that she was naked underneath.
Helen went to the refrigerator and opened two cans of beer. Returning to the living room she leaned over and placed one before him. He thanked her and leaned forward to pick it up in order to get a better look at her breasts. She sat down on the couch in front of him and lifted the beer can to her lips.
His eyes were going over her slowly taking in the swell of her breasts but always returning to her legs. The skirt was halfway to her hips and I knew from the position in which she was facing him, that he could see a lot of bare flesh. He picked up his briefcase and moved to a seat beside her on the couch. He sat very near her and she reached for a cigarette on the coffee table. I could see the bulge in his pants then and it looked as though it was hard. He flipped his lighter then held it out to her cigarette. She placed her right hand on his thigh near the bulge and squeezed gently. His hand moved to her breast and brushed the tip of the nipple. Helen left her hand where it was on his thigh and continued to smoke the cigarette. His hand cupped her breasts and squeezed it gently. She turned to face him and her hand moved to the bulge and closed over it.
He took the cigarette from her fingers and put it out in an ash tray on the table. His left arm went around her shoulders pulling her up close and his lips covered hers in a passionate kiss. I watched her fingers work between his legs while he kissed her. His right hand found her knees and slid up under the skirt as she spread her legs to accommodate his searching fingers. The hem of the skirt rode up her thighs on his arm and I could see she had not worn panties under it. His fingers were teasing her nest and he was pushing her down onto her back.
He got to his feet and jerked his pants open at the waist then slid them down to his ankles. He dropped to his knees and lifted his cock out of his shorts.
She spread her legs wide open as he placed his hands on her hips and touched the head of his cock to her nest. His hands gripped and pulled at her. A long moan escaped her and she gripped his arms, waiting. His hips moved upward and his cock went into her very slowly. Her legs trembled and her fingers clawed at his shoulders pulling him down on top of her. He began to pump it into her with slow deliberate movements causing her body to move back and fourth with the thrust of his hips.
She began to moan softly, groaning over and over as his hands pulled her on and shoved her off his cock. The sound of her pleasure grew louder and she squealed a high pitched sound as her body jerked with the first climax.
Her pleasure seemed to arouse him more and his hips began to plunge against her. His lips were moving over her mouth and neck. His hands slid upwards to her breasts and cupped them, squeezing gently.
Helen began to strain against him pulling at his waist and I knew she was getting close to another climax. Her lips were murmuring little sounds of pleasure.
He threw his head back and thrust his hips forward holding it deep inside while he went through an orgasm. As he hit her that last time she burst into her second climax and shuddered, while he spent himself into her!
When it was over they talked for a few minutes then he left hastily. She locked the door behind him, then fell across the couch where he had just taken her.
I came down and asked her how it had been. Helen said it had been wonderful. She said it was the best she had come in months, and that it had been very exciting. The most exciting thing she had ever experienced.
"Oh that man can really drive me wild with desire. I almost came while I was playing with his cock before he put it into me!"
I told her that I had been very excited watching them, and showed her the bulge in my pants. She told me to come near and I walked over in front of her. She sat up on the couch and unzipped my fly. Her fingers went inside and lifted my cock out.
"I can take care of that," she said breathlessly and leaned back onto her back. "Hurry, put it in, I'm on fire," she whispered.
I dropped to my knees and shoved it into her. She groaned and her arms circled my waist straining to meet the urgency of my passion. She gasped and trembled as I burst into her. Then we both relaxed.
Helen told me that she had enjoyed relations with me very much after he had finished with her. She told me that she had reached another climax which had been her third and that she felt wonderful. She told me that I would probably feel the same way if I could find a pretty and desirable woman to make love to, and that we could probably improve our relations with a little excitement on my side.
Helen asked around and learned that the woman's name was Janet and that she was married. I made trips to the store regularly and began to flirt with her. One day she wasn't at the check stand when I went in and so I decided to go to the snack bar area for a cup of coffee.
As I started to sit down a musical voice behind me said: "Hi there!" I turned around and it was Janet!
I walked over and slid into the little booth opposite her. I had a cup of coffee and we talked for a few minutes. She told me that she had been about to call a cab to go home but that I could take her if I wanted to. She said she had some beer in the refrigerator and we could have some when we got there.
I paid the check and steered her out to my car at the curb. She slid in and sat close to me all the way to her house. Twice her hand squeezed my thigh to let me know she was interested, and by the time I pulled into her driveway I had almost become hard. We went inside and she got the beer out and excused herself while I carried it into the front room.
Janet came back wearing a thin negligee with only a belt at the waist. As she walked it split up the front all the way to the belt and swirled around her naked legs. She perched on the front of the couch and told me that she wanted to get into something comfortable. She lifted the beer can to her lips and the negligee spread open revealing naked breasts. She sat it down with a sigh and told me not to look so nervous, that her husband was out of town for a few days and that he wouldn't mind anyway.
I wondered about that remark. But I didn't care, if she didn't. Besides I was too busy staring at that gorgeous body of hers. My cock was so hard a cat couldn't have scratched it and I was practically panting with desire for her. She drank the last of her beer and then took the empties to the kitchen. She walked straight toward me on the way back and sat down beside me.
I reached for her shoulders and pulled her down across my lap. She sighed and her arms went around my neck as our lips fused together. She squirmed as my hand explored those wonderful curves and dipped in between her soft thighs. I felt her tremble then she pulled her lips away and asked me to take her.
I moved her shoulders over on the couch and pulled the belt loose. The negligee fell to her sides leaving her naked and at my mercy. I fumbled at my waist and then rolled over between her legs.
She guided my cock into her, lifting herself as it went in deep. Then with an anguished sigh she raked her fingernails into my back.
Her body writhed and strained under me until she gasped and trembled through a climax. Then she relaxed leaving me to find my own satisfaction. I had an idea she was capable of more and I deliberately paced myself, turning my thoughts to other things to prolong my own release. I watched her face for signs, and after a while I saw her eyes flicker, then her tongue slid across her lips wetting them. A little sigh escaped her lips and she moaned softly. Her hands closed at my hips and her legs began to move. Her lips were uttering small sounds of pleasure, betraying the renewed passion rising in her body. Her fingernails dug into my waist and her teeth attacked my ear with sharp nibbling movements. She began to gasp and strain for release as I pumped my hips with the frenzy of passion. I moved as I felt ecstasy surge through my system. There was the blinding moment of release. I was aware of her shrieks of ecstasy as the fluid of my orgasm carried her through a shattering climax.
She told me that she had felt an overpowering excitement while I had watched her at the check stand that day. She said that I had appealed to her more than any man who had ever come to the check stand. She had even glanced at my crotch and had seen the bulge in my trousers. She said she had felt thrilled and had watched for me to come in afterwards. She had found her opportunity when I had wandered into the snack bar. She told me that she and her husband were not completely satisfied with each other sexually and that she worked in order to meet men where she could have an opportunity to decide if they appealed to her or not.
Her husband had found a young woman who worked in his department, and often brought her home in the afternoon for some sex! The woman had been embarrassed when he first brought her home one afternoon because she had been there when they came in. Her husband had told her that he had been excited by her and had gotten her into his office one afternoon. She had been reluctant but he had gotten her aroused then taken her on the floor of his office.
I was surprised at her unconcern in discussing her husband's sex relations with another woman. Then, after thinking about problems and what had happened with the young salesman I decided to tell her about myself. I told her how excited I had become while watching her at the check stand and why I had felt that way. I explained the steady decline of our sexual relations over the years and then about the salesman.
Janet became very excited as I told her how the young salesman had taken Helen in our living room and how much she had enjoyed it. Her lips began to kiss around my ear, along my neck and her hands pulled me down onto the couch. She moved in between my legs and her fingers closed on my cock. I felt her breath, then her warm tongue touch, then she was taking it into her mouth. I leaned back hard against the cushions and squeezed my eyes shut. My legs were trembling from renewed passion.
She whimpered and said it was hard again, then pulled me down on top of her. I felt her fingers guide it to the spot. Janet lifted herself as I thrust it home again. She pitched and tried to lock her legs around me but the frenzy of my thrusting hips was too much for her. Janet began to shriek with joy as she relaxed under me to lie helpless with passion.
I curled my fingers in her hair and found her hot mouth. She writhed and tried to pull her lips away but I slid my tongue into her mouth. She arched and her fingernails worked frantically at my back. I held her that way while my loins and lips ravaged her.
She tried to scream as I went off inside her but there was only a choking sound until I pulled my lips away, and it died in a long low moan.
We talked about when we could get together again and she told me to meet her at the snack bar whenever I wanted to make love to her. She said her husband wouldn't interfere. We could go to her house or to a motel, whichever I wanted to do. I suggested that we might have her husband make love to Helen. If they agreed then we could work something out on a regular basis. She said that would be a wonderful idea and that she would tell him about it when he came home. We agreed to call each other and work out the details later. She told me when he would be home and said she wanted some more of me, soon. I told her I would meet her after work the following day. She smiled and kissed me goodbye at the door.
I told Helen that I had made love to Janet and that it had been a very exciting experience. I told her what Janet had said about her husband and herself. She said that it sounded like an exciting idea and that she would be willing to swap with Janet's husband if we thought we could work something out on a regular basis. I told her I was meeting Janet and that I wouldn't be home until late! She said she would call her salesman and have him come give her another thrill.
I met Janet at the snack bar and her eyes lit up with pleasure when she saw me. She slid into the booth and told me she had been thinking about me all day. She said yesterday had been very exciting and she had hardly been able to wait until' I had arrived. We left the store and drove to a club for something to eat, danced while having cocktails. I could feel the passion of her as she pressed her thighs in close and moved her hips intimately in the semi-darkness of the small club. I pulled her up tight and let her feel the bulge in my pants. She sighed in my ear and her breathing became short and strained. We were both trembling with desire as we stopped dancing and drove to her house. Her fingers stroked me all the way and she told me to drive inside the garage and we could go through the garage entrance to the kitchen.
Janet told me to go to her bedroom and she would be right there. I went in and stripped down, then stretched out on the bed. She came through the door in another negligee much like the other one she had worn but that time she hadn't bothered to tie the string at her waist. It flowed back away from her naked body as she walked into the room. I caught my breath at sight of her naked loveliness.
She sat down beside me and leaned over to kiss my lips. My hand cupped her warm breast and I felt her shiver with pleasure. Her fingers trailed across the bare skin until they found my cock. She stroked me for a few seconds then threw the negligee off her shoulders and moved up close.
I turned her onto her back and cupped her breast as my lips found hers. She squirmed trying to move her hips under me but I avoided her while I teased her to fever pitch. She gripped my cock and tried to turn herself to receive it. I moved my hips at the last second and she cursed me, trying to roll on top. Her lips and body were begging for satisfaction but I continued to tease, watching her face all the while. She whimpered and begged me to take her. I flipped her onto her back and her head went over the side of the bed. She squealed with surprise and pleasure as I rolled quickly and gave her my cock while holding her head over the side. She was staring at the ceiling and her eyes reflected each thrust of my hips until they squeezed tight and a low anguished cry of ecstasy pierced the stillness of the room. I moved back and as it left her she moved onto the bed with her head on a pillow. I was on my knees and just as she relaxed I gave it to her again. Her arms whipped around my waist and she strained against me with all her might. Her eyes went wide and her lips formed a silent O, then the sound followed it until there was no more strength left in either of us.
I got home around six o'clock and Helen told me her friend hadn't been able to make it until seven! I asked her if she would rather I left and came back and she said she would rather I stayed. I asked her where she planned to do it, and she said the living room was more exciting than the bedroom. I told her that I would watch from upstairs like I had before and we decided to move the couch a little further toward the front of the room so that I would have a better view. I went upstairs at 6:30 to wait.
He arrived at 7:15 and rang the bell. I checked the door then pulled my chair up close to the crack and waited. Helen was wearing a shortie negligee with panties underneath, but no bra. She stood behind the door while she let him in then locked it behind him. His eyes almost popped when he noticed what she was wearing. I could see the bulge growing in the front of his pants. He slipped his arm around her and his fingers played with her buttocks under the short hem of the nightie. She helped him off with his coat standing up close enough to brush her thigh against his bulge, then put the coat over the back of a chair. She pushed him to a seat on the couch and went to the kitchen for some beer. His eyes followed her every movement and she put a little extra swing into her hips to excite him even more.
She came back and placed his beer on the table in front of him leaning over low to give him a peep at her bare breasts. His fingers moved to her hip and played under the hem for a second then she moved away. I could almost hear his excited breathing as she teased him to fever pitch. Her eyes kept darting to the bulge in his pants and once her fingers brushed it lightly as she leaned over to kiss him on the lips.
He drained his beer can and sat it down fumbling for a cigarette. He got two going and gave her one as she sat down beside him. Her hand slid up his leg to the bulge and closed over it. He moved his leg to one side and she began to stroke it slowly with the tips of her fingers. Her fingers slid up to the zipper and moved it down very slowly. Her hand went into the opening and lifted his swollen cock out of his paints.
I watched his. face as her fingers teased him slowly, lovingly. His head moved back to rest on the cushion and his eyes squeezed shut. His fingers were gripping the edge of the couch and the skin around his knuckles was white. There was a twitch in the muscle of his right thigh and his face was flushed with boiling passion.
His hands moved to her arms and lifted her to her feet. He slid her panties down past her lips and held them while she stepped out. His hands moved up her legs and pushed the hem of the nightie up around her waist. His lips started on the front of her right thigh and kissed upward on her bare flesh. Her hands jerked and closed around her head as he continued to tease her with tongue and lips. Sharp cries of pleasure were coming from her lips as Helen spread her legs and gripped his head which had moved between her thighs. Her head came back and Helen thrust her hips forward as his searching tongue found her nest and began to explore. She gasped and lifted her right knee above his head. His hand moved under it and held most of its weight as she squealed and bit her lower lip.
He pushed her down across the couch and put his lips to her. Her feet threshed and moved back and forth, she cried out once and tried to pull his head nearer. I could tell she was almost out of control with desire raging inside her.
He fumbled at his waist and shoved his pants down below his knees. She lay whimpering and waiting as he lifted the head of his cock to her nest then plunged it inside her. Her body shuddered with his entrance then moved slowly on the couch with the rhythm of his plunging hips.
She fought and squirmed as his first savage assault triggered her into a climax. He continued to drive himself into her with almost unbelievable urgency. His face was the picture of pure lust as he ruthlessly fought to release the passion she had aroused within him.
Her eyes were glazed with the ecstasy of the assault and her hands were squeezing, raking, urging him on. Suddenly her fingers grabbed handfuls of hair and her body went wild under him. They fought and threshed against each other as though it were a struggle to the death. Both relaxed almost together, panting in each other's arms.
He got up, straightening his clothing, and they talked for a short while. Then he left through the front door. In a few minutes Helen came up to bed, and was eager to satisfy the passion within me from watching the scene below. She told me that he was both terrible and wonderful. That she had almost fainted with desire before he had finally thrown her onto the couch. She had started out to tease him into a frenzy but he had turned it around on her and it had been almost more than she could stand. Helen asked me if Janet had been fun. I told her she was the best I had known in a long time.
Helen and I got together with Janet and Troy about a week later. We went to their house for dinner, then watched some sex movies Troy had brought home from San Francisco. They were good and everyone was a little excited when they were finished. Janet mixed drinks for us, then Troy took Helen to one of the bedrooms. Janet and I had another drink and danced for a while. She was beginning to become aroused. Her fingers kept clutching at my waist and she was lifting herself against me intimately.
I slid my fingers over the swell of her buttocks and teased her gently. Her breath was strained in my ear. Her lips found a spot below my ear and began to tease. She asked me if I thought they had started. I shrugged my shoulders. She said that it would be exciting to watch them. I told her how thoroughly I had been aroused by watching Helen and the salesman.
Now she breathed in my ear. "I get hot just thinking about it! Come on, I know how we can watch them. Troy likes to make love with the light on."
She led me through the kitchen and out into the back yard. We circled the house and eased up under the bedroom window. The blinds were only half drawn but drapes covered. All but a small crack barely wide enough to see through. I stood behind Janet and looked over her shoulder.
"Wow," she breathed, as she put her face close to the window.
They were both naked, with Helen spread out on the bed and Troy leaning over her breasts. His lips were working at one of her nipples and she was spreading her legs wider as his fingers caressed her nest. She looked as though she was about to reach another climax.
Her fingers were gripping his erected penis and trying to stroke it. But the passion within her made her practically helpless! Her legs were moving slowly over the covers and she seemed to be saying something to him.
He raised up and dragged a pillow to her hips, then put it under her. He moved in between her legs and lowered his hips forcing his erection into her straining body. Then she came alive as he began to thrust his hips. Her arms circled his neck and she pulled him down against her breasts. I was watching his hips move against her when we heard her squeal through the window.
"Come on," Janet said, "I've seen enough. I'm about to come in my pants. Hurry let's go out here on the grass."
I glanced around as we rounded the corner of the house and saw a concrete block fence about eight foot high all around the back yard. I grabbed her by the waist and took her to the ground with me. My fingers found the front of her thighs and lifted her skirt all the way to her hips. She moaned and threw her knees wide as I ripped the strip of material loose rolled in between her legs. I lifted my cock out and drove it into her feeling her strain and gasp as it entered.
We went back inside ten minutes later and they were walking around naked with cans of beer in their hands. Janet laughed and started to unbutton her blouse. She fumbled with the buttons until I walked up behind her and helped her off with it. She pushed her skirt down while I worked at her bra, and stepped out of it.
I jerked my shirt-tail out and stripped down too. Janet opened two cans of beer and gave one to me. We went into the living room and told jokes for a while. Troy showed another movie. He told us he had saved the best one for last because he wanted to surprise us. The film started and we all got down on the floor to watch. It was a silent film but had been photographed in full color and I doubt if sound would have made it any better.
The setting had been planned to have taken place on a Southern plantation during the early days of slavery. The scene opened with a beautiful young woman and her chambermaid, in the lady's bedroom. The young colored girl was slowly undressing her mistress. Her brown fingers worked steadily at the woman's clothing until she was completely naked. Then she brushed her hair with careful strokes until it glistened. When she was finished the servant helped her to the bed and she sprawled across it with her arms and legs spread out on the covers.
The young servant sat down beside her and began to caress her breasts with the tips of her fingers. A smile of pleasure appeared on the woman's face as the girl's fingers teased her. Her right leg moved lazily over the satin spread. Her long blonde hair was flowing over the pillow at one side of her head and her blue eyes were beginning to flutter at the sensations caused by the girl's fingers. She spoke to the servant. The girl moved nearer and took the nipple of one breast in her mouth. She teased at it with her lips drawing her head back until the little hard nipple popped out then ran her tongue around and over it. Her mistress began to squirm on the spread, pulling her knees up, then pushing them away from her, to slide her feet over the surface of the smooth spread.
Then the colored girl moved to the other breast repeating her previous movements. The woman took the colored girl's hands and placed them on her naked thighs. The girl moved to the foot of the bed and kneeled down. Her fingers moved over the pale, smooth flesh of the woman's thighs until they reached the nest of blonde hair between her legs. They began to caress slowly while the girl's lips kissed her legs and thighs.
The woman turned on her side and spoke to the servant again. The girl looked around the room and then moved to a screen and placed it along the side of the bed. It reached almost to the ceiling and hid the woman from view. The colored girl looked at the screen as her mistress gave her instructions, then left the room hurriedly.
The blonde woman lay on her back and fondled herself as she gazed at the ceiling with a look of rapture on her beautiful face. Her breasts were full and arrogant, with the nipples standing taut on the mounds of white sensuous flesh.
Her eyes kept darting towards the door as though she were impatient with waiting. Her red lips were petulant and glistened as her pink tongue moved over their surface then disappeared.
The door opened and the slave girl came in leading a huge buck. His dark eyes flashed around the room as though he was afraid to enter. Then satisfied, he stepped inside and stood watching the young girl slave expectantly.
She moved up close to him and her fingers stroked the front of his pants. He gripped the slave's buttocks and squeezed, then began to raise her skirt. He was naked to the waist and his feet were bare. They shuffled over the floor as her fingers dug into his fly. He pulled her skirt up to her waist and she was completely naked underneath. His big hands caressed her gently while hers were busy at his waist. She slipped his pants down over his hips and let them fall around his ankles. His dark eyes rolled with desire and glanced around the room again. His hands tried to remove her skirt but she pushed them away. He frowned, spoke to her, but she ignored him and knelt down in front of him.
The blonde woman was peeping through a small crack in the screen watching the big Negro buck with feverish eyes. Her fingers were busy at her nest and her tongue kept moistening her lips.
The colored girl was caressing the big stud's cock with both her hands and kissing his thighs. His eyes were rolling around in the direction of the ceiling and his knees had begun to tremble. His hands moved to her head and pulled her face up tight each time she kissed his stomach and the fronts of his thighs.
The woman pulled one section of the screen toward the bed in order to better see what was taking place. Her eyes squinted as she gazed at the huge swollen cock in the girl's hands. She smiled and spoke to them, pushed the screen aside and sat on the side of the bed.
The buck's face was a mask of terror as he stared unbelieving at the beautiful naked white mistress before him. His hands raised to cover his eyes and his knees were trembling.
The woman spoke to the servant girl and she left the room hurriedly. The buck stood rooted in his tracks with his hands over his eyes. She moved off the bed and walked to the big buck. She pulled his hands away from his eyes and placed them on her breasts. Her fingers found his swollen cock and stroked it gently. She spoke to him while she teased, and slowly his knees stopped trembling. A fierce look of renewed passion spread over his face as his big hands caressed her naked buttocks. She spoke to him again and he lifted her easily and placed her on the bed. She spread her legs and he knelt between them. He touched his cock to the blonde nest and pushed the head of it into her!
She trembled and gripped the side of the bed. He watched her face closely then pushed it all the way into her. She shuddered then, her legs spread wider as he lost all control and began to pump his hips against her with tremendous force. She writhed and threshed her feet but he only threw himself against her harder. Her fingernails clawed at his back, then moved to his kinky head. She slapped at his face but all to no avail. His face was a mask of pure lust and he was lost to all but the satisfaction of his own loins.
Suddenly her eyes went wide and her lips peeled back over her white teeth in a grimace of pleasure. Her arms closed around his huge body and she began to lift her hips to meet him with each violent stroke. Her lips formed an O and the glands of her throat stood out as she apparently screamed all the way through her climax.
Janet was staring at the screen, her breath strained and short as the big buck threw his head back and shuddered.
I pulled her down onto her back and found her lips with mine as the film ran out and the room plunged into darkness. I heard Helen gasp then begin to croon softly somewhere near us. Janet pulled at my waist, spreading her legs under me. I rolled onto my knees and felt her slide underneath. Her warm fingers touched the inside of my thigh searching, then found me. I lowered my hips until I felt it touch, then shoved it into her. She hugged my shoulders with her hands locked at my neck and began to move her hips slowly as her breath strained into my ear.
I heard Helen cry and begin to utter desperate sounds as Janet squirmed under me. The sounds of other people making love so close only served to strengthen our own passion and we struggled against each other for release. Janet was biting my shoulder and her fingernails were at my back again as she became more and more demanding.
Helen gasped and her pleading voice came to us clearly through the darkness. "Oh Troy baby, Oh that's good, hit me harder baby, faster faster, Oh that's it. That's it. I'm coming, Ohoooo!" Janet gripped my waist and threw her head from side to side as the sounds of excitement spurred her to greater passions and she went into her climax. I drove into her with all my strength while her voice in my ear begged me to make her come.
Helen spoke out of the darkness. "Janet, was yours as good as mine? Mine was better than that blonde got!"
Janet answered with a short laugh. "How can you tell? That buck looked pretty ferocious to me!"
"That's just it! I like it gentle, sort of teasing until I almost go mad with ecstasy, then the whole world explodes and it's like one big skyrocket until there's nothing left to go out of me. That's how Troy makes love to me, just wonderful, just wonderful!"
Janet hugged me and told her she wasn't going to tell her how good mine had been because she might want to take me away from her. Then she asked if anyone wanted a beer. Three voices chimed together with an affirmative and she took off for the kitchen. Someone turned on the lights and we talked for a while before the party broke up.
We have been swapping now for almost a year and haven't found anything about it to discourage us. We got to the point where our sexual relations were not meeting the demands of our bodies and we have found real pleasure in swapping with others. It has increased our desire for each other and provides an excitement few people realize from sex. We also enjoy the complete freedom of choosing a partner who appeals to us, when our own relations become empty. We feel it is our right to seek whatever means of satisfaction we choose, as long as we have mutually agreed.
We will probably go on swapping unless something happens to change our minds. We know that more and more couples are trying it, because we hear about it all the time and we meet some of them. We have friends who belong and they tell us that there are as many as twenty couples in their club and that they really have some big parties. We have never belonged to any of the big clubs. But like I say, we know about them. We like the arrangement we have and until something changes I am sure we will stay with it.
CHAPTER EIGHT
-Both Sisters
Betty met me at the door one afternoon and told me in an excited voice that her sister Rona and her husband were on their way to visit us from Oklahoma. She said Rona called her and said that J.C. was out of work and they had decided to move to California. Rona had asked if they could stay with us for a while until J.C. could find work and get them a place to live. She said she had told Rona it would be O.K. and for them to come ahead. She looked a little worried about what I would say and her words were tumbling out over each other.
I sat my lunch pail on the table and gave her a big kiss. I told her it was fine with me if she didn't mind having another woman in her kitchen. She squealed with delight and pressed her warm thighs against me while her lips smothered me with kisses. I felt a little horny from all that affection and rubbed her cute little fanny with the tips of my fingers. She squirmed against me and got sort of short-winded all of a sudden. I asked her if her sister was as pretty as she appeared in her pictures and she said even prettier. But that she was crazy about good looking men, so I had better be careful or her big sister might lead me astray. I laughed and told her if she didn't stop rubbing it on me I was going to lead her to the bedroom and fast like. She grinned and lifted herself up on her toes, then moved her hips in a little hunching movement. She pushed me away and said that she would take care of my bragging later, after I had bathed and shaved and been fed.
Betty was especially good that night and I suspected it was because her sister was coming and she was excited about it. She had married me two years after finishing school in Oklahoma and having worked in L.A. she hadn't seen any of her family since graduation. We had promised to visit them, but I hadn't been able to get enough time off from my job.
I came home from the plant two nights later and saw a car in the drive with Oklahoma plates. The two women met me at the door with smiles and a big welcome. Betty introduced me to Rona and I hardly heard what she said as I stared at Rona. She was about a head taller than Betty and she was much prettier than her pictures. Her hair was a soft brown in contrast with Betty's blonde, and she was stacked like a movie queen. She was a little heavier than Betty and her dark eyes seemed to roam over my body as though she was trying to imagine what it was like under the plant uniform. Her smile told me that secretly she approved of what she had seen. I felt a thrill go through me as she leaned up close and pressed her breasts and thigh against me while her lips gave me a quick but warm kiss on the lips.
I felt a little bit embarrassed at the intimacy of her kiss and glanced at Betty. She hugged Rona and grinned at me. She said she had warned me that her big sister couldn't resist a handsome man. Rona grinned and said she would promise not to slip off with me too soon. The way she looked at me when she said it, made the hair prickle on the back of my neck. I looked around and asked when I was going to get to meet her J.C.
They looked very pleased and Betty told me that he had found a job and had gone to work that day on the afternoon shift. His crew had come by for him at three and would bring him home sometime after midnight. He was working on an oil rig.
I went into the kitchen after I had cleaned up. They were getting dinner and talking sixty miles an hour. They said it would be ready soon, and I went to the living room. It was too early for TV so I went out and sat down in the back yard.
Rona came to the door and asked if I wanted a can of beer. I said yes and she came out with it and walked across the lawn toward me in the darkness, asking where I was. I told her I was beside the fence and she followed the sound of my voice to where I was standing and gave it to me. I thanked her and took a long pull on it while she stood there and remarked about the beauty of the nights in California. She moved up close to me while she talked and the fragrance of her perfume was pleasant and exciting in the cool night air.
I wanted to reach out and take her in my arms but Betty called from the doorway that dinner was ready. She walked close to me and put her arm around me while we walked back across the lawn. Her fingers played at my waist then she let go and walked through the door ahead of me.
I couldn't believe she was actually making a play for me, but it seemed that way. We sat down to eat and her knee kept touching mine under the table. I felt her hand touch my thigh once and squeeze it gently while Betty was getting more coffee. I knew for sure then, and I wondered if I would be able to keep away from her.
Two nights later I came in to find Rona there alone. She was in the kitchen and there was a pleasant scent of meat cooking when I came through the door. She looked up from the sink and smiled as I sat my lunch pail down. The she came over and kissed me warmly on the lips. Her body was soft and smelled good as she leaned against me with her arm around my shoulders. I asked what was for dinner and she said we were having roast. She hugged me again and told me Betty had gone to the store for some things she needed for dinner. Her eyes looked deep into mine and her fingers played at the back of my neck. She said she would draw my bath and get my clothes out for me because she had told Betty she would take care of me until Betty returned from the store.
I grinned and went to the refrigerator for a can of beer. She went to the bathroom and I heard water running. I went into the living room and sat down to finish my beer. Rona came out and told me my bath was ready. She leaned against the door and watched me as I came toward her. Rona was wearing a skirt and blouse and I could see all the way through the skirt. I glanced up at her breasts and there was no sign of a bra under the thin white material, only the little brown nipples of her breasts peeked through at me. Rona moved away from the door facing and the light behind her gave me a perfect picture of her exciting body under the skirt.
I went into the bathroom and she followed me, locking the door behind her. She reached up and fingered the buttons loose, one by one, then pulled the shirt out of my pants. I shrugged out of it and she worked the waist open and slid the zipper down. Her fingers dipped inside and I almost stopped breathing as her warm hand closed around my penis. I slid my hands up from her hips until they were under her breasts and massaged them gently. I watched her face but only her eyes showed any sign of excitement. They were half closed and looked sleepy.
I placed my hands at her hips and worked her skirt upwards until it was around her waist. I trailed my fingers over her warm thighs until I felt the nest, then began to massage, gently.
Her mouth came open with a little sigh of pleasure. Her fingers squeezed gently then began to stroke me. I knew I wouldn't be able to take much of that. I sat down on the commode seat. She moved over me and took my penis in her hand. She began to lower her hips and I held my breath as her weight forced my penis into her warm vagina. She gasped as her hips settled on my lap. She began to squirm. I worked my hips against her, but she held it inside her with her weight, and controlled the motion. I felt as though my head were about to explode. I was seeing spots before my eyes and my mouth was getting dry. I thought, man if Betty comes in and finds us here it will be hell to pay. I grabbed her hips and lifted her about three inches above my legs, then pushed her down on the floor. She squealed with surprise but I was on top of her in a second. She shuddered as it went into her again and I didn't give her much time to do anything. I pumped my hips against her until I felt myself going off, then held it in deep.
She squealed in my ear as I went off into her and triggered her climax. Her body shuddered under me and her feet threshed the floor until it was all over. I got into the bath tub and she picked up her underclothes and left me sitting there wondering what had hit me.
When I went back to the kitchen she was sitting at the table waiting for me. She asked me if I had wanted her. I told her that I had, but that I was afraid to play around with her because Betty might get suspicious and catch us. She laughed and said I didn't have to worry about that. She told me that she had gone to the store that morning and when she came back she had found little sister in bed with J.C. I stared at her in disbelief, and she said they had often swapped boyfriends while they were in high school and that if I didn't get my share of her it would be no one's fault but my own.
She went ahead to tell me that she and J.C. had the chance while living in Oklahoma. She was surprised that we had never swapped with anyone.
I told her it was all news to me. That it might be exciting while it lasted. She smiled and said she was going to initiate me. I told her she already had. She got up from the table and took my hand.
"Come with me," she said, and led me into the bedroom where she and J.C. were sleeping.
I asked her where Betty had really gone and she said, to a movie and that she wouldn't be home until after eleven. I heard the whisper of her clothes as she undressed. I began to take my own clothes off but she was stretched out on the sheets before I got out of my shorts.
I moved in beside her and she rolled into my arms. I was more relaxed, and took my time as my hands moved over her body exploring, teasing, until neither of us could wait any longer. She struggled and groaned under me as our bodies strained to release the passion within us, until her body shuddered with a violent climax, and I went with her all the way again.
We lived together for almost two months and during that time Betty and I were initiated into swapping. They found a house and moved, but we still got together regularly and sometimes spent weekends together. They stayed in California for almost a year then moved away. We then found some other people who were swapping and began a regular arrangement with them. We have been to swapping parties and met others. We get calls, many of them from people who invite us to come over for the weekend.
We have found that swapping is exciting. From the numbers of people we have met, either swapping in small groups, or members of big clubs, we feel it is here to stay.
