0 comments/ 33487 views/ 1 favorites A Chevy Chase Evening Ch. 01 By: aimztoplz Hi, I am Mary Beth Sullivan, a sexy cougar. I'm a middl-aged gal in her late 50's with a ribald sense of humor. I am built for comfort and have heavy 38 D's, wide hips and a very large, juicy cunt to prove it. I don't turn heads in the street but my husband, Tony, and others have told me I am hell on wheels in bed. Tony is my age and is still able to get it up so we have sex about once or twice a week depending on how horny we get. We live in a housing development not far from a major city in the Midwest. The houses are not cookie-cutters. We had to buy a lot and have our house built. This is a large development so the houses are arranged in clusters with restricted entrances to each cluster. Most of the people in our cluster are 45 and up. I know most of the women. Over the years, a group of us have gotten together for coffee to exchange news, play bridge or just plain gossip. We have a core group of ten women, but we do not always have a full quorum. These women range in age from 55 to 68. The full core group was gossiping away one day at Cora's home, at two tables spaced closely together, when Amy asked aloud if we had heard that a certain couple was getting a divorce. Some of us did and some of us didn't, but we all wanted to discuss the gory details. "Well, it all boils done to fidelity. Doesn't It? Amy asked rhetorically. The husband was having an affair with someone in our own community and his wife could just not stand the embarrassment when she found out about it." "I know the wife and she has no room to complain. Several of the men in our community have been in her pants. They should have just swapped partners openly," piped in Brenda. Just to keep up my reputation as a wise ass, I said sarcastically, "That seems the way to save a marriage!" "I have read that it can help," Cora added her opinion. Silently, I had to agree because I and Tony had been swapping partners for years, and it certainly did give our sex life a jolt, but I was not going to tell these women all of my secrets. "Where is the proof of that? Have any of you been involved in swapping?" I challenged. Looking around the room, I was astonished to see Amy raise her hand. Little Amy. She seemed so square. I never would have guessed it. Oh well, still water does run deep. And dirty. "No kidding!" several women gasped. What happened?" "Oh, it was just immature behavior," Amy explained. "We went to Cancun a number of years ago with a large group. It was arranged through a travel agency. We didn't know anyone. The final night the company threw us a huge party with free drinks at our hotel. We all got pretty high and one of the men brazenly suggested we have a Chevy Chase evening." "What in the world is that?" many of us wanted to know. "You know. Chevy Chase. He is that actor that starred in a movie about swapping wives. The wives have a big party in one of their homes. All the men toss their car keys into a bowl. A woman picks out a key and she has to sleep with whomever the key belongs to. Except for sleeping with her own husband." Many of us had seen the movie and asked Amy to continue. "We didn't have car keys so one of the guys got a bunch of coasters from the bar and wrote the names of the guys on the back of them - there were about 15 couples." Amy was absorbed in her own story and went on to say she was so high she let herself join in the fun. She picked up a coaster and went skinny dipping with a guy; she later banged him in the water. Her husband had to be content with a blow job behind the hotel restaurant. Amy said that was their first and last swapping experience, but she didn't sound like she had regretted it. "Say, Amy, aren't you and Harry going to celebrate your anniversary soon?" Sylvia asked. "Yes, it will be our 35th. In three weeks," Amy clarified. "Hey, everyone," Cindy exclaimed. Let's throw Amy and Harry a Chevy Chase party to celebrate their anniversary!" Here was another shocker. Cindy Goldberg was a liberal Jewish lady but from the looks of her - she dressed very primly - I had no idea she was interested in even discussing sex let alone swinging. "You can't be serious," several people shouted!" Sticking to my role as Mrs. Contrarian, I asked, "Why not? It might be fun." "But, but, Mary Beth," Amy said quite agitated. "That would mean I might have to sleep with Tom Jackson." "And what the hell would be wrong with that?" asked Tom's wife Cora angrily. "Cora, I am only 5' 1". Tom is at least 6' 2". He would crush me!" Mollified, Cora replied that she had not thought of that. Cora was a big woman in everyway so Tom's height and weight meant little to her. "I wouldn't mind letting Tom jump my bones," I said . Cora and others snickered at that remark. (I've seen him in a bathing suit. Judging from the size of his package, he must have a huge cock.) Speaking for the first time, Andy commented that men and women can adjust to different body differences. She was speaking from experience because she is almost a head taller than her husband, Steve, a good-looking, short man. "That is a minor consideration in my opinion," I addressed the group. "I suggest we take a vote. Let's see a show of hands." All but one of us raised their hands. Karen asked if it would be all right to just go to the party and not participate. She said she was not ready to make up her mind and she would have to talk it over with her husband anway. That did not suprise me as Karen is totally submissive to her husband. "What if he agrees, Karen" Are you willing to participate?" Someone asked. "I guess so," was her feeble reply. Everyone in the room knew that her husband would jump at the choice to bag one of us as he is one of the biggest lechers in our community. "How is this going to work," Sylvia asked. "Some of us have children or parents living at home. We can't just take someone home with us." I could see that we had some fine points to work out but all ten of us were at least interested in getting some new cock, which was my main objective. We determined that, of the ten of us, only two couples could not entertain at home. We therefore needed to use someone who could host and has at least three bedrooms. The others could go to their male partner's homes, and leave whenever they wanted. "Hell," I added, "If we are horny enough we can always get laid on the kitchen table," Our movie buff Amy piped in, "Just like in The Postman Rang Twice." In the end, Cora offered the use of her large home. Her children had all moved out and they would be soon downsizing to a smaller home in our community. We tentatively set the date for a Saturday night, which was not the exact date of Amy and Harry's wedding anniversary, but it would be good enough. To complete our plans, we all had to get our husbands to buy into the idea and then reconvene to hammer out any other details. We agreed to meet again in two days at my home. "This was going to be a blast," I said, thinking to myself about several of the men whom I would like to get beneath the sheets. Later that evening after dinner, I told my husband Tony about the Chevy Chase Party. I thought he would be tickled pink at having a shot at some of the women in the neighborhood, but boy was I wrong. "What in the hell are thinking about, Mary Beth. You women are nuts. Count me out!" "Since when did you become a prude? You have had no problems swapping with couples before." "Mary Beth, let me spell it out for you. Those couples were ones we met discreetly through the internet. These women and their husbands are our friends and neighbors. You do not know what could happen. Feelings could be hurt and real family problems could erupt. A couple of marriages could even break up." Sometimes Tony has a clearer head than I do. I could see that some of what he said made sense. "Almost all of them did seem interested though. Maybe we could still hold the party to celebrate Amy's and Harry's wedding anniversary and then leave it up to individual couples to play around if they want to." Tony's instincts were on the money because the next day I got phone calls from two women who said they hoped I was not serious about our group's holding a swap party. They had thought it over and were not even going to discuss it with their husbands. They would come to my home nevertheless to discuss holding some kind of party for Amy and Harry. Two days later, all ten of us met at my home. Very few were willing to go ahead with just a swap party. They were uneasy about damaging their reputations and causing serious conflicts among themselves. Several women did not want to make a commitment as they were not prepared to sleep with just anyone. I was devastated; there was a serious mutiny going on and we hadn't even got started. Our oldest core member, Gail(66), a former beauty queen, had not said much during our initial meeting but had a lot to contribute this go around. She took over leading the discussion. She proved to be a good mediator. "First of all, I think we all agree we will have a party. Right?" (No objections there.) "Now we have to decide what kind of party we will have. We might want to think about having a dating party, where initially you women can spend some social time with each other's husbands and circulate freely whenever you want." "It is not unlike organizing a dinner party," she said. "We all have been to dinner parties where the women took the names of their dinner companions from a bowl of name cards. This time we use the Chevy Chase theme and women pick up the car keys of their conversational partners." I could not help myself from saying, "Except this time instead of a man sitting down to eat beside me he will want to eat me." "Mary Beth! That is gross," someone called out. Others just giggled. Without losing stride, Gail said, "Crude, but to the point. We are not a meat market. We are discriminating adults. It is our choice to keep the conversation on a social level or go to bed with someone. Let's face it ladies, we all know each other's husbands, and without intending to offend anyone there are some husbands in this group with whom I would not get near enough to even swap spit under the mistletoe." After further discussion, we all agreed with Gail's basic suggestion. After breaking up into pairs, couples could chat in private or join up with other couples, just as if they were dating. At some point in the evening, everyone would decide if they wanted to remain with their "dates." What happened afterwards was strictly a matter of choice, with no obligations and no intention to hurt someone's feelings. For those couples that wanted privacy, they could go to their male escort's home. Cora would have three empty bedrooms, beside her master suite for Tom and his partner, available for those who could not use their homes. This seemed a sensible approach. Naturally enouh there were dozens of trivial quesitons and comments. One woman wanted to know what they should wear, Sally, whom I regarded as kind of a bird brain. "Gosh, Sally, who cares. Think in terms that you are going to a party where you might get laid. Just wear something easy to unbutton or unzip, and take off," I told her. I immediately regretted what I had said. No need to come on so strong and hurt a simple soul like her, so I apologized. Told the group I was just a little nervous myself. (In truth, I was eager to wrap up this meeting as it was getting tedious.) So far so good, but we all knew some hitches would develop. We would just have to work through them on the spot. We agreed to meet at Cora's home at 5PM. The men would put their car keys in a bowl as they entered, and we the ladies would draw out the keys of their partners shortly thereafter. There would be drinks and heavy snacks during this warm up period. We figured everyone would on their way by 8PM or so, except for the ones staying at Cora's and using her bedrooms. There was a final refinement. We would have a midnight curfew. We figured we all would have enough time to do what we wanted to do and there would be no potential problems with some couples wanting to stay overnight and others opting for a quickie.) After that everyone would return to Cora's living room where we would have a last toast to Amy and Harry. That would not poise any hardsharp as we all lived minutes away from Cora's by foot or by car. A Chevy Chase Evening Ch. 02 The women went home and broached the concept of the party with their husbands. They all reported at our next weekly meeting that their husbands were on board. I had not expected they wouldn't be. I knew this gang of men. Not one of them would pass up the chance to try some strange pussy. On the night of the party, all did not go according to plan because of something none of us had thought of. When it came time to select keys, we learned that several of the men had the same make of cars and almost identical keys. The men simply took their keys off their key rings and tossed them in the bowl without marking them in any way. That took awhile to straighten out since three men had Honda Accords and there was no way of determining which key belonged to each man. Fortunately, no one lived more than a mile from Cora's. Only one of them had actually driven there. All three men took the keys and tried them out. Then the guy with the right key drove the other two to their homes to find their cars. They then put the keys back on the key rings and when they returned they put their keys with the key rings in the bowl. This scene was repeated with two men who owned Toyota Camrys; in this case they lived close by and walked together to sort out the keys. Finally, we were all set. All keys were on key rings. Alphabetically by first name the women took turns picking up keys. Amy was first up and I was flabbergasted when she drew Tom's key. It struck me that the odds of her selecting Tom's key ring were pretty low, but coincidences do happen. She looked chagrined. They have similar personalities, being naiive and outgoing.) I could not tell by the look on Amy's face if she would go through with this. Tom looked pleased. I imagine he was wondering what it would be like to pork this little dolly with his huge cock. And so it went. I drew Brenda's husband, Pete. He is a nice guy whom I had spotted eyeing my body before. He has a lewd sense of humour, almost as outrageous as mine. I'd give him a whirl if he was game. He might give me a good bounce. We would have to use one of Cora's rooms, because Pete's mother-law lived with them. I took note that the third couple possibly lined up for a bedroom was Sylvia and Ben. She still has grown children at home. Everyone was paired now, and they would have to mingle soon. Before everyone spread out, Cora called for quiet: "Listen everyone. I know you women have passed on the ground rules to the guys, but just so there are no misunderstandings I am going to repeat them: A. No man or woman is obligated to remain with their "date" the whole evening. B. Use the time to get to know each other and decide what you want to do. My alter ego in the group, Pete, interrupted her, "You mean in the Biblical sense?" Lots of laughs at that one. Pete is almost as bad as I am at making lousy jokes. Ignoring Pete, Cora continued: C. There will be a midnight curfew. Everyone will return at midnight for one final toast to our anniversary couple Amy and Harry. D. For those who cannot go home to "relax" before midnight my three guest rooms are available. More laughter. E. Our den is also available with a good stock of videos for those who would prefer to stay here. (Everyone got the hint that this meant those who did not want to fuck.) "Any questions?" There was nothing else left to say so we all hooked up with our dates. I was used to Pete's line of palaver. We traded barbs all the time. "Mary Beth. You got lucky. Think you can handle me?" " What makes you think I am ready to drop my drawers for you? What do you have to offer?" "Hey, Cora," I yelled so everyone could hear me. "Got a ruler? I want to take some measurements." "You can measure me after you take off your blouse to prove you are not wearing falsies," Pete shot back. We went back and forth like that until we both ran out of wisecracks. We then talked about who was likely to sleep together. "Mary Beth, if you want to have some fun later on, let me know soon so I can check with Brenda on what she will be doing." "Go ahead and check with her hotshot. I'm willing to give you a chance to be with a real woman." (He knew I was kidding; Brenda and I are buddies and from what she has told me they probably have a damn good sex life.) Pete went to find Brenda and I looked for Tony to see how he was making out. He was paired with Karen. I found them talking to two other couples. Cutting him out of the pack, I asked him for a reading on his situation. "This is not going to work for me, Mary Beth. You know Karen. She is only here because her husband Ben wants some action. I like her personally but I am not attracted to her. I do not want to screw her just because she feels she owes it to Ben. The other two couples don't feel matched well either. In fact we are having a lot of fun just chatting. We're all going out to a bar and will return by midnight." That left seven couples. I was eager to find out if the two other couples who would have to use a room at cora's, Amy and Tom, and Sylvia and Ben, would be having sex. It would be exciting to hear them, since all of Cora's bedrooms were lined up on one side of their upstair's corridor. Amy and Tom were a physical mismatch. She is short, of course, but has nice tits and long, chestnut brown hair. Probably weighs in at under 125 pounds. She is pushing 60, but does not look it. He is really a big guy, over 6' 2" and broad-framed. Must be well over 250 pounds. He is in his late 50's and has a full shock of dark hair, which I would bet my husband's future pension he dyes. Now Sylvia and Ben were made for each other. Both are in their mid-50's. Sylvia is a tall woman about 5'9", a tad shorter than Ben. In her quiet way, she exudes sexual appeal: long, wavy blonde hair, narrow waist and wide hips from bearing several children. Looks like she wears about a 37C bra. She is no prude and takes an interest in women's sexual problems and issues. Ben is an assertive man. Karen is totally submissive to him. I suspected he manhandled his wife and would be aggressive in bed. He is good-looking and appeals to certain women who like dominant men. About 8PM, Tony and his group left and the main event was looming. Several of the couples were dancing and getting chummy. Among them was Pete's wife Brenda who was hitting it off with Sally's husband Ernie, so as he told me, "He was in like Flynn." It was getting hard to keep track of everyone and where they would end up so I just concentrated on those who might be sharing bedrooms near me and Pete. Eventually, I learned that Tom had done a good job of overcoming Amy's fears. She was staying. "Hot damn!" I said to myself. Pete asked me to dance. As he led me to the dance fllor, I asked," What's the matter? Do you want to touch the merchandise before using it?" "Caveat Empto, Mary Beth, Caveat Emptor," was his quick reply. Wile we wre dancing, he felt my ass and I thrust my big tits against him. We Frenched off and on, getting used to each other's bodies and I could feel him getting hard. Tom and Andy would be using the master suite, so I wanted to stake out our claim on the bedroom next to theirs. "Listen, Pete, let's hustle up stairs and get the room next to the master suite. I'll let you know why as soon as we are in the room." Pete was hot to trot so he was keen follow my lead. We were the first couple to openly show we were going to have sex, so as we walked up the stairs, the other couples jeered. Some of them made raunchy remarks. In response, I lift my skirt and mooned everyone showing my black lace panties. Pete grinned and gave the "V" sign. In the room, Pete asked, "What are you plotting now, Mary Beth. I know you have something devious on your mind." " I am curious as hell about Tom and Amy. I would like to listen to them. It might be a big turn on. Are you game?" "You really are evil," Mary Beth, Pete chuckled. "How should we do it?" "I tell you what. This could be a great way of having sex together. Let's get butt naked . We'll stand together with our ears pressed against the wall and listen. You can finger me and play with my tits and I'll stroke you while we are listening. When we get heated up too much we'll just go fuck. How about it?" I unbuttoned my blouse but let him unhook my bra. He admired my big tits --it always pleases me when a man does that. When he saw my hairy pussy, he almost foamed at the mouth. I laughed and asked him to show me his credentials. Not bad at all. Maybe six or seven inches, and thick, which I like. Not much of a body but what could a gal my age expect from a 60-year-old man. I heard other doors opening and shutting so all three couples were ready to perform. I distinctly heard Amy protest she would undress in the bathroom. It took a little maneuvering for both of us to press our ears to the wall. It worked best with his standing behind me and my reaching back to stroke him while we fondled my tits and rubbed my cunt. The action next door was clear as a bell. We heard the bathroom door open and in a low voice Amy said she was ready. "Let me see what I have to deal with," she asked. "Oh, my God! she cried. Tom, it is so beautiful! "What the hell is going on here?"I whispered ---. I thought she was reluctant to be with him." "Don't you know?" he chuckled. Tom is hung like a horse. Nothing like a big cock to overcome any woman's resistance." "let's take that towel off sweetie. I want to take a good look at you," we heard Tom say. "You have a lovely figure, Amy. I admire petite women with small breasts and long nipples like yours." "It sounds like they had not hit the sheets yet, so they must still be standing there; wish I knew what they were doing," I commented. We began to hear Amy's sighs and moans. "Oh, Oh, I love the way you suck them!" Another pause. A distinct groan from Tom. In a husky voice, Amy said, "It's only fair, Tom. I want to suck you, too." "This is getting good," Mary Beth," Pete said. "How about sucking me, too." So there we were, Amy was sucking Harry's cock on one side of the wall and I was on my knees bobbing up and down on the head of Pete's cock. We both were subdued in talking as we did not want to alert Tom and Amy that we were listening. The next exchange of voices perked me up . "Tom, Tom, I want your dick. I want it so bad. Be gentle to me. Please. " "Sweetie, I am going to make it easy on you. Wrap your arms around my neck. I will lift you up and you can guide me inside you." "Holy shit. He is going to fuck her standing up. Wow!" I whispered. I was so distracted that I let go of Pete's cock and stood up to get closer to the wall. I was getting horny. I could feel my pussy juices flowing. "I'm going to lean forward against the wall, Pete. You're hard enough. Take me from behind. I want you to fuck me doggy style while I am listening to those two fuck." I spead my legs and after fingering me a bit to get my juices flowing, Pete entered me. I could hear Amy responding. "Oh. Oh. Your dick is so big. So big. " She was gasping and her voice was harsh and strained. "Oh, my Goooood. I have never been stretched sooo much." "That's it Sweetie you are taking it all. Don't worry I will not drop you." "Oh, My Gooood. I got it all in. I didn't think I could," I heard her voice tremble. Tom much have been leaning back against our wall because suddenly the wall began to thump and shake as he lifted her up and down on his cock. "Tom, Tom. You are so good. I love it!" We heard them kissing and then Tom asked her if she wanted to cum in his arms or move to the bed. "Don't stop, Please don't stop. Fuck me right here, Tom. Fuck me , fuck me, she rpeated. The thumping against the wall continued even louder and then I heard Amy begin to sob and weap. Ooooooooooooh Tom. Your're making me cuuuuuuuuuuuuum." I heard her moan loudly and then make short sounds as she came down from her climax: "Uh uh uh." My own partner was going ape shit. He was pumping my pussy so hard that I had to brace myself against the wall, hoping they did not hear us. "Mary Beth, if you do not cum soon I am going to explode," Pete grunted. "The Hell with listening more! Pull out and let me suck you off. I'll finger myself to get off. I backed him onto the bed and pushed him on it. I then gave him one of my extra special butterfly blow jobs, blowing and tweaking on his cock head until he deposited a thick load of jism in my mouth. I used his orgasm to trigger my own as I franctically rubbed my clit. It wasn't a great climax but I put on a show for Pete by sighing and moaning. We both took deep breaths and lay back on the bed to rest and when we heard an unearthly howl. It sounded like someone in extreme pain" "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO." We both jumped up and ran to the wall of the other adjoining bedroom. We had forgotten all about Sylvia and Ben. "Nooooo. Noooooo. Not my ass. I can't. I can't," screamed Sylvia. I was really concerned and turned to Pete: "My God, Pete," I said. "I think he is raping her." Pete looked dumbfounded. "Do you think we should intervene?" he asked. "Your're goddamn right," I hissed and I was oabout to start banging on the wall and ordering to Ben to take his hands off of Sylvia, when the tone of what was going on next door changed. "Your're going to take it, slut!" Ben shouted. "OOOOH It hurts, Please. No more, Please. Your're ripping me apart," Sylvia sobbed. "Your're going to love it slut, Ben shouted. "I am going to fuck your virgin ass until you cum.". Sylvia began to weep and sob more raggedly. "You are too deep. I can't take it." "Sure you can. You love it. Admit it," Ben said emphatically. We then heard sounds of slaps followed each time by Sylvia's moans and short yelps: "Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh." Obviously he was slapping her ass every time he jammed himself inside her asshole. Her voice now sounded more lusty. "There you go. Now you are are into it. Right? Right?" Ben grunted. "Tell me slut," he shouted. "Yeees," Sylvia stammered. "You love it and want me to keep fucking your ass. Tell Me. NOW!" "Yes," Sylvia moaned, "I love you to fuck my ass. I really do," she shrieked. Sylvia kept moaning and sighing and then she let out a piercing scream rising to a crescendo: "Oooooooooooooooooh," followed by her gasping for breath and sobbing. This was followed by Ben's more subdued orgasm, mainly a long stream of unarticlate sounds. "See, Sylvia, I told you would love it in the ass," we heard him say. Obviously she had enjoyed herself, even if it was reluctantly. I was not interested in more of their conversation. I was getting so hot I could practically see steam coming from my pussy. Pete was stroking himself to a full erection. . "Come on Pete. It's time to fuck! I leaped to the bed aand lay on my back. I spread my legs and raised them to my chest so I could then wrap my legs around Pete when he put it to me. He was quick off the mark and before we both knew it we were fucking like sex-starved teenagers. I squeezed my thighs together so my pussy walls would have the maximum friction against Pete's cock. He was grunting away and I was racing to the top of my climax. " OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet Jeeeeeeeeeeesus I screamed out my climax. I shouted as loud as I could. "Hell," I thought. if others can make a lot of noise so can I. I have a reputation to keep up." After Pete exploded and I lick him clean - I lvoe the taste of jism - we laid back more on the bed. "Mary Beth, you are one hot piece of ass," Pete said admiringly. "So I have been told, Pete. Many times," I laughed.