1 comments/ 38082 views/ 1 favorites MaryAnn Ch. 01 By: MaryAnn678 CHAPTER ONE It was eight o'clock and the party was officially underway. MaryAnn turned to the bar to fill her glass one more time. It was a BYOB party and her bottle was Liebfraumilch, her favorite. White wine put her in a mellow mood and made everything seem pleasant. As she reached for the bottle, she felt an arm go around her waist and pull her gently backwards. She looked down and saw it was a black arm, and a muscular one to boot. Then she felt something hard and big rubbing against her back, an erection. "Hey lovely blond lady, like to have some fun" the man asked? MaryAnn was not a prude -- but being fondled in front of people! At an ordinary party she would have been offended to the point of throwing a royal fit. But this wasn't an ordinary party. This was MaryAnn's and Ron's night to host their group's aperiodic swinging party. They were a good couple for it. Both were mid-forties, both good looking, and both worked hard to stay that way. MaryAnn was 5'3" 123 lbs and had a pair of 32C breasts which still defied gravity. Ron was a six footer and in top-notch shape. He had been a an enthusiastic but mediocre basketball player at a small, intellectual Eastern university. They lived in a condo on the beach and both were avid runners and ocean swimmers. MaryAnn was one of the best boogie board surfers on the beach. She got as many looks for how she could shoot the curl in a big wave as for her tight wet suit. Now the talented lady was being challenged to another sort of athletic contest. It was eight o'clock and that was when the fondling was supposed to start. The arm belonged to Roger, the newest member of their small swinging group. Roger was a linebacker with the Chargers. He was often touted as the biggest, baddest defensive player in the league. In his own words he was the meanest motherfucker as well. MaryAnn thought he was the strongest, sexiest man in the Golden State, perhaps the universe. Inviting Roger had been Ron's idea. Ron was almost always the innovator in such things, but MaryAnn found she nearly always enjoyed his innovations. Her husband had long wanted to make the parties interracial, and he had the enthusiastic approval of all the wives. The little group of four couples finally agreed to expand by one couple and Roger and his wife broke another color barrier. Now, MaryAnn was firmly in his grasp. She turned to him, looked up at his smiling face and said, "Hello you big fucker. What you going to do with me?" Discretion was set aside when the party started. "Fuck" and all other vulgarisms were de rigueur when the bell rang. Roger certainly wasn't reticent about using any words, "I'm going to stick a big black cock into your pink pussy and fuck you until you scream with yo pretty ass off." She looked up at Roger's rugged face looming over her by a foot, smiled, and pulled it to hers. He put his lips on hers and they kissed. It was a sweet kiss at first then she felt his tongue on her lips and she opened her mouth. Mismatched or not he was a hunk, surely the strongest man she had ever touched, let alone French kissed. As in a cheap novel she melted into his arms, partly because she loved to show off and the others at the party were watching, partly because she had little choice, and partly because she wanted to. Roger wasn't just exciting on the gridiron. His body seemed to be made of steel. She never felt so many muscles in her life. As for the others watching, were they shocked? jealous? It didn't matter because before the night was over the footballer would have satisfied the fantasies of four horny, middle-aged, white women, But for the time being he was hers alone. As she and her man of the moment kissed, his hand went to her ass. He got a good feel. Her derriere was covered only by a thin negligee and a sheer pair of panties, the approved female uniform of the day for their swinging parties. Men were expected to either be naked or to be wearing only a pair of shorts. Roger grasped one cheek, nearly enveloping it in his hand, and pulled her tight to him. Then she reached down, pulled his boxer shorts aside and grasped his cock. It was big, but not of the legendary size touted in the chat rooms. Still she was sure it was enough to make her scream with delight, if used right. The same arms and hands that had nearly torn opposing players' heads off now gently slipped her nightie over her head. Then he slipped her panties down and off. MaryAnn glanced at her watch. The party had been in session three and a half minutes! Things were happening fast. She asked, "How you going to do it, stick that big black cock into me?" "Y'all like it standing?" It was so incongruous MaryAnn was sure he was joking. "It would be fantastic, but there is a bit of a problem." To illustrate she moved forward, rubbed against him, and his stiff penis rubbed her belly, just below her tits." "Don't move you beautiful white ass. I'll fix that." A nearby bookshelf held a leather-bound set of the Encyclopaedia Brittanica. Roger took a half dozen volumes and placed them at her feet. "Here ya go." Then Roger picked her up placed her atop a good part of the "greatest compilation of knowledge the world has seen ® (de-luxe leather bound edition). The hostess giggled as she slightly teetered on top the books. But now she could look him directly in the eyes. This time when he kissed her they lined up perfectly. She pulled him as close to her as she could get considering eight inches of stiff cock were between them. The other four couples were all naked and paired off for the first session, but nobody had started. This show was just too much to ignore. Things were working well. MaryAnn wanted a wild sexual exhibition and she and the footballer were going to put one on. As he kissed her and fondled her titties, she reached down and rubbed his cock against her vulva. He put his fingers in and felt the wetness. His woman of the moment wasn't faking it. She was getting hot. Soon she was holding him tight while moving her hips in rhythm to his probing finger. Another wild, hot Frenchie and she whispered in his ear, "Oh Christ Ralph. I want it now, and right here. Can you give it to me hot and fast?" Perhaps unwittingly Roger slipped into and out of the ghetto patois, "You will have to spread your legs a bit my petite goddess?" She did and he moved in tight, his cock now rubbing her clit. She moved it up and down and felt her wetness on it. Then she stood on her tip toes and guided it in. She expected him to ease it in slowly. But he grabbed her ass cheeks with two hands and stood up sharply. It was buried in her. She gasped, "Oh my god. Ooooh Jesus." Then it began, a fucking she always hoped for but seldom found. Standing there, balanced on the books, she put her arms around him and met each thrust with one of her own." `It was erotic almost beyond belief. MaryAnn felt about ready to explode. Roger gave her another deep kiss then pulled his face back and asked, "Y'all like it lovely goddess?" "Oh god yes, you ebony giant. Oh jesus yes, fuck me. I love it." "It kin get better. raise both yo' legs off the books." She hesitated. Too much acrobatics could be harmful to her health if she took a spill and broke something. "Don' worry. I got hold of you." He did indeed. MaryAnn had seen his strength from the pressbox and now was feeling it inside and out. She put her arms around his neck, held him tight, and raised her legs while Roger held on to her ass with his huge hands. She was indeed in good hands with the all star. Roger beamed at her and commenced sliding her up and down on his cock. It was absolutely, positively getting there fast. It felt as if the noise started in the pit of her stomach as a growl, then louder and louder as a guttural moan. On each slam it got louder. Soon she was indeed screaming with delight. Then the screams became sobs. MaryAnn had been transformed from an efficient party hostess to a wild and wanton woman. She was in a state of rapture few people attain. Her cries were synchronized with his sliding her up and down on his cock. OOOOH JESUS OOOO MY GOD DO IT! DO IT! OH ROGER FUCK ME Fuck her he did. Finally he pulled her up and off, turned her around, bent her over the bar and she felt it slide in from the back. Then he grabbed her hips and slammed it to her again. As they continued, her hair fell over her face, her tits shook and she continued sobbing and crying for MORE MORE MORE. Finally Roger pushed her legs together making it even tighter and started with the short, rapid strokes. Then he rammed it completely in her and held it tight. MaryAnn felt it happen. His cock twitched and he let it fly. She could feel it shooting inside her, a lot of it. Then he leaned forward and stood still. "Oh God! That was fantastic. You some kind of hostess." She felt him getting soft inside her. Someone handed MaryAnn her panties and she wiped herself with them as Roger withdrew and looked around the room for his next partner. But everybody was busy, very busy. MaryAnn's only worry had been that everything following the opening act would be an anticlimax. Nobody else in the room seemed to care. All were engaged in their own version of sex as moans and groans from writhing bodies filled the air. The party was off to the best start ever. MaryAnn Ch. 02 Few outside that room would look at MaryAnn and guess she held -- or even participated in -- sex orgies. In her real life, the one that took up ninety percent of the time, she was a serious writer and one of the best. She wrote feature stories and was associate editor for a large, regional magazine. Thanks to the Internet and the telephone she was able to work at home most of the time. She had to go into the office, nearly one hundred miles away, only for staff meetings. The publisher didn't care how many hours she put in as long as she continued to turn out quality work, and she did. Thus she was also able to spend a considerable amount of time at the job she felt compelled to do -- save the world from itself. Opinion pieces flew here and there. Many showed up in America's top magazines and newspapers. Her interest in politics brought her full circle to Jeri, her close friend and a former sorority sister at the University. Jeri was married to Fritz Overmeyer. Fritz was a top-notch lawyer who, like MaryAnn, wanted to save the world. It's a syndrome that afflicts the handful of people who actually take the time to think in a country infested with easy answers of superstition and dogma. Fritz decided to enter politics and he got the party's endorsement in his district, one virtually conceded to the opposition. California lagged only behind Texas in gerrymandering, and a safe district was a safe district. After running unopposed in the primary, Fritz, a newcomer to politics, would be this year's token opponent for Charley Oswald, a Congressman firmly ensconced in Washington. MaryAnn loved the idea of being in an uphill fight. She sensed a weakness in Oswald. He had been in Washington just too long and was smugly overconfident. But it was more than just the idea of a good, rousing fight. Fritz represented what she wanted to see in Washington and his opponent represented what she detested. With the enthusiasm that characterized her writing, she jumped into the fray. Initially she wrote columns lauding the newcomer. Then, with Jeri's enthusiastic encouragement, she volunteered to work, pro bono, directly for Overmeyer. MaryAnn wrote press releases, and helped Fritz shape his own opinion pieces. They were clear, concise and compelling. The ideas were his, the words and style hers. She even hosted a big fund raising party -- one where folks kept their clothes on and their hands to themselves -- so far as she could tell. As the campaign wore on Fritz made some inroads and was doing better than expected, but he was still behind, seemingly destined to be only a "stalwart opponent." Only a brave smile from him, Jeri, and his staff showed the optimism that few actually felt. They knew how difficult it would be to unseat the sitting congressman in his safely gerrymandered district. Then Ron came through. A journalist himself, he had all sorts of inside contacts. One was a staffer for Overmeyer who had signed on as an idealistic supporter, but who got fed up with what he saw going on. He made copies of a hundreds of damning papers which showed his boss was involved up to his corpulent hips in bribery. This belied his chauvinistic bragging that he did what was best for our brave soldiers. In fact, he had taken huge cash payments in order to push legislation that would benefit his backers no matter the consequences to the fighting men. Greedy, jingoistic, but dumb, he even kept a copy of a price list he gave to contractors!. Ron told MaryAnn, "This no blow job scandal cupcake. This is the real McCoy and we got the goods backed up with solid proof. We can blow this guy out of office." She looked at the information. It revealed a long, methodical tale of selling votes for money. My God this could result in an indictment! The evidence was damning and verifiable. MaryAnn sought a private conference with Fritz and Jeri. "How's about if I guarantee your victory in November? Like the idea?" The candidate and his wife looked at each other in disbelief. Finally Jeri answered, "Of course. But we feel we're going to win. What's the big deal." "The big deal is you think you are going to win when everybody who knows politics is certain you won't. Oh you'll do much better than originally expected but this district is solid and it will take a something spectacular to head him off. I have something spectacular and all we have to do is keep it secret until next week's debate. That will give you time to get your act together. It will send you to Washington, and Charles Oswald to jail. Best of all you will present it in such a dramatic way it cannot be denied, and his constituents will have to turn away from him." A week later Fritz and his opponent took part in a locally televised debate. As expected, it didn't draw a big TV audience, but representatives of all the news media had to be there -- certain they would be bored. As it turned out, each got the story of his life, and each wished he had an exclusive to the fracas. After the obligatory set of questions from the appointed reporters, each candidate was allowed to question the other. When it came his turn, Fritz pulled a large sheaf of papers from his jacket pocket. The top piece was a copy clearly labeled with Oswald's letterhead. Fritz made sure Oswald saw it. Oswald did and he turned white. Fritz started asking questions about item after item. It was a long list of contracts, one after the other. Oswald had guided each through his House committee, then through congress itself. Many were items military officers denied even wanting. In each case Fritz had convincing evidence that Oswald had been paid either directly or by finagled real estate deals. The race was over forthwith. Oswald tried to put up a brave front, claiming "out of context" over and over. But he was clearly crushed in the debate. The next day nearly every paper in the country blared the information in its headlines. Within a week the FBI had seized his records. An indictment was coming. Charles bravely "stayed the course," but the electorate had the last word. A man that crooked could not represent them, no matter that he was "their sort of person." Fritz Overmeyer was going to go to Washington. A day after the election, won by a four to one margin, Jeri called on MaryAnn. "Now what?" Jeri asked her old classmate, sorority sister, and partner in politics. "Now you get to help run the country," said MaryAnn. "You like that?" "I think so but . . . Aw hell old friend. Nobody really expected this. Now we will have to live in the spotlight. That's a terrible lot to ask of anybody." "It sure as hell is and I don't envy you one bit. I am in the spotlight too. My picture is on the cover of a few books. There's my mug every month in the magazine. I'm on the air as a 'talking head' every so often. But for all that nobody gives a damn how I drive, much I drink, whether I write my mother regularly, or with whom I might have sex. You won't have such luxuries as long as Fritz stays in Washington." Jeri nodded then asked, "MaryAnn we have always been the closest of friends, right?" "Sure we have." Clearly something was bothering Jeri. She continued, "I still remember the chats we had about sex. My god, your story about when you deliberately lost your cherry to that sailor was awesome." Jeri, blushed, "You don't know how often I thought of that. Hell I even fantasized about it." MaryAnn was flattered that her story had made such an impression on her friend. She replied, "That was exciting and I remember it just as vividly. They didn't call me 'hand job Mary' after that? For my last year of college I didn't just stop with hand jobs." Jeri said, "You and I were an anomaly in college weren't we MaryAnn. You waited until you were twenty and I didn't do it until Fritz came along. And I haven't done it with anybody else since, but lately. . . " Her voice trailed off. "Lately? Come one old friend. Don't give me half the story. We are friends, and we have never had secrets. And one more thing, if we're going to talk sex let's use the words that describe what we're saying. As journalists neither of us should be afraid of words. Can you say 'fuck?' Jeri laughed then took a deep breath, "Fuck yes you silly cunt!" They both laughed, the Jeri finished her thought, "Lately Fritz has been trying to get me to do someone. . . uh, fuck, someone else." MaryAnn gave with a big smile, "And I bet he wants to watch doesn't he?" "Oh God how did you know" "He's forty. He knows his marriage is secure. You're a passionate gal, and the sexiest one in town. He figures you'll get off on it big time. For many men it's a turn-on in a class by itself." "MaryAnn, did you ever think of fucking someone else?" "No!" "Not ever," asked Jeri. "Oh yes I thought about it a lot. Then I actually tried it. Now I don't have to wonder." "Oh god, really, you did it and Ron watched? Was it exciting?" "It was exciting beyond belief. I had sort of compromised with Ron. I told him that if we met someone we both liked and both felt comfortable with I might do it. That opened the door and when it happened it was more than just doing it. I found it allowed me to stop being the cool, professional journalist and become a complete slut. God I love effecting the persona of a wanton slut." "Jesus MaryAnn tell me about it." MaryAnn loved the story. She told of how she and Ron met the professor from Northwestern in San Diego's restaurant/bar overlooking the airport. While Ron watched she flirted then danced with the professor in the bar. They ended up in the back seat while Ron watched from the front. When she gave the details of the stranger kissing her, fondling, going down on her, then fucking her she could see that Jeri was getting a vicarious thrill out of just listening to it. In fact MaryAnn was sure that her old sorority sister was imagining herself lying there in the back seat getting banged while her husband was just a couple of feet away watching. "Oh, God, MaryAnn that's hot. Did you have any regrets?" MaryAnn looked at her and replied, "My only worry was when I got off. It was so loud, I was afraid Ron would be jealous. But neither of us had any regrets, just the opposite. People always claimed that folks who let their spouses do that would never feel the same again. That was true for us but in an ironic way. After that affair we have been closer than before. Ron couldn't keep his hands off me. We fucked more the first week than we did on our honeymoon. . "One evening he came home, Mandy was gone for an hour and I was getting dinner. He came up behind me, fondled my tits. I loved the attention even though I was busy. Then when he pulled up my dress and started playing with my cunt I wanted it right then. I locked the front door so Mandy wouldn't come barging in on us. He pulled up my dress, slid my panties aside and bent me over the kitchen table. He fucked me right there. "That same week I gave my complete blow job ever. I had gone down but always stopped just before he got off. This night we were driving back from Orange County. He reached over and felt me up. I liked that. We often screwed in the car just for kicks. I asked him to pull off on the frontage road. It was so romantic. The moon glistened off the ocean. All we had to worry about was the cops might stop us. "Then I had an inspiration. I pulled his pants and shorts down, and went down on him. He got my blouse open and my bra loose. When he started moving in my mouth he expected me to stop, but I looked at him, smiled and said, 'go ahead darling.' " "He put one hand on my head urging me on. The other was on my titty, caressing it. He literally fucked my face. When he started moving again, I shoved a finger in his ass. He gave a lunge and let me have it. I learned what a thrill it can be go feel a man thrust his cock in my mouth, then groan, and say, 'I'm cumming.' And if you're interested, I swallowed it, and I have every time since, with Ron and others." She gave a wicked smile to Jeri, "Does any of that shock you, old friend?" "Yeah, it does. It also makes me tingle just thinking about it. But what would happen if Fritz and I tried swinging?" "You'd likely join untold millions of other adult Americans who are willing to do something that is nobody else's business. But that doesn't answer the question. If the wrong people, meaning about everybody, found about it you'd be run out of congress. Remember we almost lost a president solely because he had an affair with another consenting adult." Jeri had listened to MaryAnn tell the story with obvious passion and in such detail. She even imagining herself in those various situations. Then, she said, "Oh God! I envy you so much. Now I don't think I'll ever be able to do what Fritz has urged me to do, and I'm almost ready to try it. "I think you'd just have to be even more careful than we do. Your political opponents would love to use it to run you out of office." When Jeri got home that night she had a note saying Fritz was in Sacramento listening to the party bosses tell him how he was a brilliant young star and how he had captured an otherwise impossible seat in the House. For her part Jeri was thinking of what might have been. She put on her sexiest nightie, a thin, nearly transparent pink one. She even put on her panties because MaryAnn had told her that she got a special thrill out of having them removed. She posed for herself in them mirror and imagined a room full of people watching. She knew she'd cause a lot of hard-ons. Then she went to bed. As she lay there her left hand crept over and touched her right breast. She didn't react, so the hand fondled, then pinched her nipple. It stiffened a bit. Then MaryAnn's right hand moved the left hand away. She smiled at herself at her little game. The left hand was persistent. It moved back. Jeri imagined a man in bed with her. This time she put her hand on the intruder as if to move it away again. But she didn't. She simply put her hand on top of "his" and held it firm. More squeezing, fondling, and gentle pinching and it pulled her nightie down leaving a lovely pair of bare 36 D breasts. She murmured "mmmmm that's nice." His hand went to her mouth and she wet the fingers. Back to the nipple as she exclaimed, "Oh god, you shouldn't." It kept on. In her mind her (his?) hand became a mouth and it was hot and wet. The other hand moved down to her leg and rubbed the inside of her thigh gently. Higher and higher it went until it was rubbing her vulva on the outside of her panties. "Oh god no. Please don't. I'm married." But her imaginary lover wasn't to be denied. He had the opportunity and he was persistent. She felt a finger push her panty leg aside and bare skin touched bare skin. "Oh my God. ohhh Jesus." She started moving as the finger caressed her wet clit. She felt a tug on her panties and raised her ass. The panties slipped down and off. Jeri thought to herself. "Oh god I can't turn back now." She reached in her bedside drawer and took out a eight inch dildo. Soon she felt an eight inch cock rubbing against her. She spread her legs. He slipped the head of it in. She moved against it. Then she felt him on top of her, his 6'2' body covering her. He pushed his cock in. She pushed back. "Oh my God, you're big." Soon it was buried in her. Then they began moving, her lover on top, pushing. Jeri pushing back hard with each stroke. Faster and faster they went. Her ass hardly touching the bed. "DARLING FUCK ME PLEASE FUCK ME OHH GOD IT'S SO GOOD. I WANT IT SO MUCH." Then her body shook all over as it penetrated harder and faster than ever. She made a long loud moan and held it tight as it made those hard, short stokes. OHH GOD RON, RON, I'M CUMMING FOR YOU. She later reflected this was one fantasy she wouldn't share with MaryAnn. MaryAnn Ch. 03 A couple nights after Jeri's visit, Fritz called to talk to both Ron and MaryAnn. "Hey folks I just got back from Sacramento. Suddenly I'm the Golden Boy in politics and the nabobs up north have been teaching me how to comport myself in the nation's capital. I leave for Washington in a couple weeks to settle in, but first things first. "When we can make the arrangements Jeri and I are going to keep a promise to ourselves. We're taking a three-day vacation in Las Vegas and Jeri insists insist our favorite campaigners come along -- all on us." Ron asked, "Surely you don't mean 'all on us?' Is this legal?" Fritz chuckled. "Great minds think alike Ron. I was concerned about that too, but my advisors tell me it's completely legal. After all this is my money. I made a bit at lawyering you know. In any case I owe you folks big time. You made it happen. Now shut up about it and let us treat our best friends to a three-day getaway." Ron and MaryAnn were indeed ready for a vacation and one with two good friends sounded like a wonderful idea. When they hung up MaryAnn asked her husband, "Do you think Jeri is sexy darling?" "Oh my god yes. She has a figure that would look good in a porn flick, but you know what really excites me?" MaryAnn reflected that he wouldn't have been quite so candid before they started swinging. She hugged him, fondled his crotch and whispered, "What about her excites you. . ohh did I cause that?" She grasped his burgeoning cock. "I think you have been talking dirty to someone. . . but, Jeri? You want to know what about her excites me? Like you, she's honest. I'm certain she doesn't lie. I wonder if she ever even faked an orgasm?" MaryAnn answered, "If she did it was with her husband. . . unless she was lying about never being with someone else of course." "I knew it! You were telling family secrets, and apparently so was she. Does that affect us in any way, say, in Las Vegas?" "I hope so." All at once the atmosphere was charged with sexual potency. His mind was on Jeri, and on MaryAnn's response to his oblique question. Her hand had invaded his pants and was gently stroking his cock. He pushed his own hand up under her sweater and tweaked her nipples. She felt like she was nineteen, on a date, and being seduced by a boy she really liked. She decided to let her would-be lover skip second and third bases and head for home. She sat down on the couch. He joined her, kissed her, then started to feel her up. She would be a pushover, literally. A slight push and she fell back on the couch. He eased her back and she lay down, her skirt up around her waist. Then she pulled him on top of her. He pulled down her panties, dropped his trousers, and moved on top. She guided it in and they had one of the fast fucks they had learned to love lately. She met every stroke with one of her own. Within a few minutes he commenced with those short fast ones, uttered "I love you MaryAnn" for the umpteenth time of the session, then he held it tight inside her and it happened. As they lay there, still entwined, she asked him, "Good eh?" He kissed her again and said, "The best." "Think I'm better than Jeri would be?" Ron had been thinking exactly that, but decided against saying it. "Oh of course not." As she pushed him off her, she gave with that wicked smile she had when she was up to something, "If you ever find out, let me know." Within a week all arrangements had been made and four middle-aged, but giddy people were off to the city of sin, a place that promised "Whatever happens in Las Vegas Stays in Las Vegas." Jeri thought about the slogan, but she just wasn't sure things would happen. She underestimated her friend who, herself, had no doubt at all. MaryAnn didn't wait for things to happen. She made them happen. After all she had engineered the impossible election of Jeri's husband. Fritz spared no expense. He had rented a penthouse suite complete with two adjoining bedrooms, a spacious living room, and a fantastic view of the lights of Paris, New York, Rome, and Camelot. On weekends the suite generally was comped to a whale, a high-roller among high-rollers -- one of those guys who routinely bet ten grand at a pop. Ron had to pay for the room. It was much less expensive than gambling enough to get a place like this "free." The first night's agenda included dinner in the finest restaurant on the strip, some dancing in a skyroom, then a couple hours of giving money back to the house at the gaming tables. The four of them were overdressed for a casual town like Las Vegas. Both guys wore a suit and tie, and looked spiffy in them. MaryAnn and Jeri both wore dresses, both were low cut, and looked hot in them. When they met in the living room, MaryAnn, remarked, "Hey Jeri, we look like a couple high class hookers. We will have to hang out around the big stakes tables and show our tits." Jeri, by now used to MaryAnn's brashness, pulled her dress away from her breasts briefly exposing her nipples and asked, "Wonder how much these would go for?" MaryAnn noticed Ron bending over to get a good look. She said, "I'm sure they are worth only about a thousand -- each." It was going to be a great evening. MaryAnn promised herself that she would be very circumspect in her drinking. She loved the excitement this evening promised but wanted to control the excitement. At the top restaurant on the strip, she ordered bouillabaisse and wondered if the shellfish really acted as a sexual stimulant, not that she figured she needed it. She also passed up on white wine in order to sip a Burgundy. She was feeling good enough not to need any liquor to reach some sort of nirvana. The conversation was casual and free flowing, not much politics but a lot of social comments. All considered themselves freethinkers and avoided dogma. Jeri seemed to spend a lot of time looking at Ron, just as MaryAnn figured she would. Then to the club in the skyroom. A live band was there. MaryAnn hardly missed a dance, except to turn down a guy who insisted "Hey little lady, come on. If something happens we can leave it here, just like they say." She reflected that under different circumstances it might be an adventure but she did have on an expensive dress, and her would-be paramour looked as if he might not hold his supper. She gave him a smile and a "no, but thanks for asking." Fritz asked, "How much do you think you could have got for an hour or so?" "Less than I'll lose in a couple hours playing Texas Hold-em. Now dance with me before Mr. Drunk comes back." The evening was off to a nice start. Fritz was a good dancer and she moved in closer than he expected. When he looked down at her she smiled and said, "We are good friends aren't we.?" He smiled back and commented, "Jeri said you two had the best conversation since you were sorority sisters at the big college up the road." "Oh we did. We had a lot to talk about whether you folks could keep your privacy and live your lives as you wished now that you are a public figure." "I'm sure you had good advice. You've been pretty much in the spotlight yourself what with your writing and opinions. How do you keep your privacy." "To start with I never do anything scandalous." She gave him a big grin then added, "Of course I have to change the definition of "scandalous" now and then. Mostly though Ron and I ensure that whatever happens behind our closed doors stays behind our closed doors." His hand drifted a bit south and he gave her a slight squeeze. She smiled and moved almost imperceptibly closer. Surely this was an omen to more intimate touching later. Things were right on schedule. She looked over at Ron and Jeri and noticed their handsome counterparts also dancing close together. She reflected everything so far was akin to foreplay, exquisite foreplay. Then back to their own hotel casino for a couple hours of what the chamber of commerce euphemistically calls "gaming." The guys headed for the craps tables, Jeri to the slots, and MaryAnn to the poker table. There was room for one more at a Texas hold-em table. One player was a woman and she was not Annie Duke. Nor were any of the men Chris Moneymaker or Professor Lederer. The folks at the table were probably good but not invulnerable. MaryAnn had a chance. She knew the rules and had a good grasp of the odds, but the top-dogs didn't have to stop to remember either. They had both down pat. While she would be trying to figure out her chances of filling a winning hand they would already be planning how to extract the maximum amount of money out of what they had, or could expect to have, or what they would pretend they had. The ability to do all that smoothly was what separated the big winners from the rest, and the rest from their money. But MaryAnn wasn't outclassed in an average game. She knew people well from her experiences as a journalist and she knew how to spot a braggart when she was interviewing someone. How much different would it be to spot one at the poker table? She bought two thousand in chips and joined the game. The table had a limit of five hundred per bet. Yes, a bad run would wipe her out, but she figured she could hang on and, maybe make a profit. This was one of the few games where she would not be fighting immutable house odds. The other woman was a bit older, perhaps fiftyish, but still striking. MaryAnn sensed her resentment. Mrs. Fifty-Something wouldn't get all the attention now. Well this might work out for her. Getting the best cards not nearly as important as playing mediocre ones wisely. That and flashing her tits perhaps. As the game progressed MaryAnn folded more often than not, contributing to the ante and blinds with no return. But she kept her eyes open and looked for something she could use. When she won a small pot, she gave with a Scarlett O'Hare flutter, leaned over towards the other gal and made her tits wiggle. Would her act of ingenuity work? Or did her opponent wonder if she was being set up? A macho dude at the table was amused at it. "Damn it was worth losing just to see that." The thing was that both the woman and Mr. Macho were solid players. The others simply nursed their chips and played without imagination. She followed the maxim "don't try to bluff a poor player, or a good one who is on a losing streak unless he gives an indication that he or she might fold." Then it happened! Mrs. Fifty checked then bet the limit against a small raise before the flop. The flop brought three cards to a straight with two more coming. Her opponent had something for her initial check-raise, surely a big pair. It didn't look as if they had been helped, no big cards on the table. The straight looked plausible. MaryAnn raised back, the limit. The other guy folded. There was about fifteen hundred on the table. It would take a good player to fold. Mrs. Fifty took made a long look at the board. She could count as well as anybody. A long pause then she said, "Shit! Lucky broad." and folded. MaryAnn nonchalantly turned her cards over. They were a nine and a six, utterly worthless. "Lucky," MaryAnn asked? She then murmured audibly enough for Macho to hear. "Why Ah'm just a poor working girl." "Working girl" was a euphemism for hooker on the strip. She noted that Macho's eyes finally moved from her breasts and into her eyes when she said it. Then she made a big deal of raking in the pot and stacking her chips, by now a sizable amount. Later the macho dude came at her and her chips with a vengeance. This time MaryAnn was loaded. She had pocket eights and the flop gave her a third along with two threes. She bet the limit and noticed Macho's eyes light up. She made him for trip threes with a big kicker, probably an ace or he wouldn't have hung around. Unless he held a the fourth three this pot belonged to her. And she had bluffed once very successfully and a couple times for small pots, one unsuccessfully, She knew Mr. Macho was paying attention to her playing and her boobs. Then there was the idea she'd implanted of being a hooker. If she lost he must be calculating she would surely need some extra money. It was fairly routine one more round of betting, the other players had dropped out, and Macho was down to about five hundred in chips. She could wipe him out in one bet. The final card, "The River," didn't look to fit any holding he might have. MaryAnn stood up to make her bet. She bent over and said, "oh what the hell." and pushed five hundred dollars of chips into the table. She also noted that her dress fell away and Macho could see her nipples if he looked carefully. He did but he must have felt he'd been had. Still he didn't want to be bluffed by a woman, and if she lost . . . well a working girl would likely want to recoup her losses. He calculated that it would almost like being free. But he hesitated. Then he looked around the room. This was a tough one. He was beginning to suspect his lovely opponent with the décolletage was a much better player than he had first thought. MaryAnn helped him make a decision, "Hurry up honey, I have things to do tonight." That settled it. Macho took a deep breath, and pushed his remaining chips into the pot. As she raked in the pot, MaryAnn asked "Trips and an ace kicker?" He gave her a grudging smile and left the table. She hoped he did indeed have enough left over for a hooker. She liked him, but didn't plan on playing poker with him again. He too wise to be taken to the cleaners a second time. MaryAnn was aflush with excitement when she left with twice as many chips as she bought. "Damn, this is an exciting night," she thought. It was a good time to head to the room for a game even more exciting. Soon four giddy visitors to the city that never sleeps were heading to the penthouse suite reserved for big rollers. "Ahh that was a great night. Any winners here tonight?" MaryAnn said, "I did okay, and had a barrel of fun doing it." She didn't elaborate. Ron smiled and added, "Look we can sleep for a week after we get home. Let's shuck these fancy rags and have a night cap, or two, or three." MaryAnn and Ron went to their room to change. After they undressed she sat on the edge of the bed and asked Ron, "You know the best cure for premature ejaculation?" He walked over and said, "What?" She fondled his cock, said "this," and took it in her mouth. Then she moved her mouth on it, felt it grow hard, and kept on sliding up and down on it. When it got going good she grasped his balls. Then she slid one finger up to his ass, probed, and shoved it up there hard. Ron, alternately holding her head and fondling her titties, moved faster and faster, then "OOOH MY GOD. OHHH JESUS CHRIST." And he let it go. "What was that about? And why would I need to worry about premature ejaculation?" MaryAnn looked at him, gulped, and said, "I think we're about to find out." They changed into their night clothes, MaryAnn into a form fitting pair of chiffon pajamas that showed every part clearly. Just wearing them in this setting made her feel sexy. Ron wore a pair of silk pajamas she had bought for him. Both had a thin robe to effect a modicum of decorum. They went back to the living room to find their hosts even more provocatively clad. Jeri had on the thinnest negligee possible, and like the dress she had just removed, it plunged just to the edge of her nipples. She had wrapped an equally thin robe around it. MaryAnn reflected that without the cure she had effected, Ron would about on the edge of orgasm just from looking. "What'll it be folks," asked the host. "We have about everything, including some after dinner liqueur. MaryAnn said, "Don't tell me you have Cointreau?" "Of course I do, only the best of everything (he glanced at Jeri) for our guests." "Hmmmm I love to treat myself to the best. I'll have a splash of that, a big splash if you please my love." She loved the orange based liqueur for its taste, but even more for the warm feeling it gave her as she swallowed it. Ron remembered that his wife always seemed turned on by the drink. He turned to Jeri and asked, "How about you may I bring you some Cointreau? It's perfect for this time of night." Jeri said, "Maybe I'll take a double then. It might make a wonderful evening fantastic." And it was a wonderful evening. Soon the conversation turned to personal matters. "Ron, Jeri told me that she and MaryAnn had a wonderful chat a couple nights ago. We envy you folks and the things you can do, but which might be taboo for a nascent congressman." Ron gave with a knowing smile and glanced at MaryAnn who stuck out her tongue at hem. He responded to Fritz's comment, "You know more than I do Fritz, All I know is that our wives had an intimate conversation about intimate things. Why don't you bring me up to date on what you already know?" MaryAnn said, "Yes, please go ahead. We're friends." "Well you guys made a pact that you won't let jealousy drive you apart. Then you pushed it a bit further, until you did some swinging. That excites me and -- let's say -- interests Jeri." "And I'm betting both of you are wondering how you would get started?" Jeri broke in with, "Yes, was the first time scary for you MaryAnn, and did you worry about Ron watching?" She knew the answer from the earlier conversation but wanted Fritz to hear it. MaryAnn had given a lot of thought to her answer, long before it was asked. More than anything she wanted things to go well for her friend. "First only do it if you want to, and only with someone you want to do it with. But you folks don't dare to attend any sort of party. It'll have to be just with a few other couples, preferably just one other. "And yes, it will have to be with your husband watching. That's the whole idea of the thing, and believe me you'll find it adds a tremendous amount of excitement. "But you wanted to know how to get past the first hurdle. I think one friend did it wisely. She and her husband and another couple had all agreed to try it. Then she, herself, broke the ice by pretending she was on a date with a guy she liked. She had the assurances that she could back out if it really bothered her. So in your case, if you find you can't handle it, stop. I'm sure nobody will insist you go beyond that point. If you decide to go ahead, you'll find out you have the horniest husband you ever saw, even if he fucks someone else. "And remember it isn't fatal for a marriage. Ron and I are more in love than ever and after swinging our sex is hotter." As MaryAnn was talking Ron and Fritz had changed places. Ron was now sitting beside Jeri. She turned to him, "Would you like to kiss me Ron?" The electricity was in the air. MaryAnn got another shot of Cointreau and felt its heat as it slid down to her belly. When she sat back down it was so close to Fritz his leg rubbed hers. They watched Ron put his arms around Jeri, turned her face to his and put his lips on hers. It was a nice sweet kiss at first, then MaryAnn could see Jeri open her mouth. Things were happening. Soon the two lovers were making out like high school kids. Ron's hand went to Jeri's breast. Without breaking their kiss she moved it away. He moved it to her hip and she didn't stop him. then he moved it around to her thigh and she left it there until he started pulling up her nightie so he could reach bare skin. Then she moved it but left her legs slightly apart. Meanwhile, MaryAnn and Fritz were holding hands, nothing more. Both wanted to witness the seduction of his wife. And on it went. It was a classic seduction, hotter and hotter. Finally Ron pulled her bodice down and her size 36 D breasts came tumbling out. She didn't pull the nightie back up. He fondled them then bent over and took one into his mouth. MaryAnn Ch. 03 Fritz squeezed MaryAnn's hand and whispered, "That'll do it. She loves that." She obviously did. She held his head as he made wet love to each in return. Then his hand went back to her thighs. This time she made no resistance. As he sucked and nibbled on her tits he worked his way up to her thin panties. Soon she was writhing in ecstasy as his hand moved up and down her clit on the outside. Then he helped her move off the couch and onto the plush rug. He tugged at her panties. Jeri, perhaps remembering what MaryAnn had told her, smiled and raised her hips. Ron moved down, down to her legs. Then while still holding on to one lovely melon, started kissing the inside of her thighs on the inside where her skin is white and tender. She moved her hips to his rhythm. As he neared the opening she reached down and pulled the lips of her vulva apart. When his tongue hit her clit she gasped, then commenced moving as if fucking his face. Meanwhile Fritz's hands hand moved inside MaryAnn's pajamas and he was fondling her titties. They embraced in a passionate kiss as well, but both were still fascinated by the show going on. As Jeri started to whimper and moan, Ron stopped and asked her what she wanted him to do. She replied, "I want you to do it, you know, like you're doing." "No you have to say it. Tell me exactly what you want me to do." "Kiss it." "Kiss what? Don't be shy, most of the fun of swinging is talking. Now say it.": "Oh God Ron, I want you to kiss my cunt. Stick your tongue up my cunt as far as you can." That did it. As Ron complied and Jeri responded appropriately. Perhaps inspired by the show Fritz and MaryAnn had each other's clothes off now. But they were still engrossed in the show, now with appropriate audio, going on a few feet from them. This was high drama indeed. And it was getting better, Jeri, grabbed Ron's head, pulled him on top, and said, "Now fuck me. Stick your big stiff cock in my cunt and fuck me hard." Ron did and he got the ride of his life. He could feel her big tits pressing against her body, and she shoved her ass at him hard with each stroke, all while crying FUCK ME GODDAMN YOU FUCK ME OHHH YES FUCK ME. Ron wasn't in a hurry. He was able to pound her hard. She had one violent orgasm after the other. By this time MaryAnn and Fritz slid to the floor beside their friends. MaryAnn's head was even with Jeri's ass. Both she and Fritz would have a worm's eye view of the action. Despite the wild action Ron hadn't got off yet, and that seemed to suit Jeri who was having one orgasm after the other. MaryAnn didn't need any more foreplay. The entire evening had been as effective as an aphrodisiac, especially the action taking place a few inches from her face. Fritz slid it in and she pulled him tight into her. She felt it all the way and moved tight against him. A few wiggles and she felt it coming. She started moving violently and both of them got off at once. As she felt him unloading she heard Ron give with a loud OOOOH MY GOD, held it tight inside her. His cock twitched and he let it fly. After a bit they all uncoiled. Fritz went over to his wife, took her in his arms and said, "You were beautiful and I love you more than ever." Ron and MaryAnn smiled and said goodnight before they went to their own room. Jeri called after them, "Why don't you leave the door open between our bedrooms?" They did until they wanted some peace and quiet. So far as they could tell the sounds of passion kept up all night. Fritz and Jeri sounded like newlyweds. Ron and MaryAnn fell asleep in each other's arms. Tomorrow would be another day.