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The Swap Club

By: rlfj



Chapter 1

"Another drink, Jimmy?"

"Yeah, okay, Jer'," I said. I walked with Jerry over to the bar, where he refilled my glass. We took our glasses out to his back deck and settled down to watch the sun set.

Debby and I had gotten to Jerry and Carol's a few minutes late, but not too bad. I had completely forgotten the invitation, and worked late that day. I was surprised to find Debby talking to Jenny, the teenager from across the street, in our front yard when I got home.

Debby turned to me, and asked, "Did you forget we're having dinner tonight with Jerry and Carol?"

My mouth dropped open, and then I quickly shut it. "Oh shit!" I threw my briefcase back in the car and trotted inside. "I'll be right down."

Debby laughed and led Jenny inside, as I heard Brian say "Mommy, Daddy said a bad word!".

"We'll just have to spank him," she told our eight-year old.

Brian took off after me up the stairs, yelling how he was going to spank me. I grabbed him up and returned him to his mother, who deposited him, in turn, with Jenny. Jenny was obviously going to be the babysitter. After a quick shower, I changed into some khakis and a pullover. Debby was ready to go, in slacks and a blouse.

At the front door, Debby kissed the boys good-bye and we left. Looking at my watch, I told her we had time to walk. The weather was perfect, and we walked the two blocks holding hands. When we got to the front door, I rang the bell several times to no response, but then we heard a yell and walked to the side fence.

"Come on around, Jerry's going to barbecue!" called out Carol from the deck.

Debby and I entered the back yard and climbed the stairs to the deck. Jerry came out the patio door with a plate of steaks, which he set on the picnic table. He and I shook hands, as Carol and Debby hugged.

Jerry and I have known each other for more than ten years, going back to when we roomed in college. He was best man at Debby's and my wedding, and I was an usher at his and Carol's. When she first met Carol, Debby couldn't figure out what she saw in him. "They're so different! I mean, it's like Mutt and Jeff!"

I suppose she was right. I mean, Jerry is maybe five-two, if he's stretching, has lost most of his hair, and only a religiously kept schedule of poorly played racquetball keeps his weight in check. An accountant. They have no kids. Carol is five-ten in her stocking feet, dark haired, dark eyed, a drop dead knockout. She used to be a model. I saw some of her work in a lingerie catalogue. Long legs, huge tits. In heels she towered over him. At his bachelor party, somebody gave him a scuba snorkel for when they danced. God knows she could smother him with those tits.

Actually, I had seen more of those tits than Jerry knew. Once, a few years ago, Debby and I had been over for dinner, and the main bathroom was being rebuilt. If you wanted to piss, you used the bath in the master bedroom. And I needed to piss.

Along several walls of the bedroom were photographs of Carol from her modeling days. All were tastefully and exquisitely done blowups of several of her more risqué shots - teddies, gowns, garter sets, and the like. After finishing my business, I had stood there and looked them over. And I noticed an open photo album on a nightstand. Sneaking over, feeling guilty, I had looked at the Polaroids inside. Obviously done by Jerry himself, these pictures showed Carol, still in lingerie, but considerably more exposed. Her gorgeous tits pointed at the lens, and in several shots her pussy was exposed. It was shaved smooth, and had a large dildo inserted.

The sight definitely got me worked up, and I really gave Debby a good fucking that night. Later that summer, we took the kids to Disney World, and rented a video camera. When we came home, before I returned the camera, I rigged a tripod up and we made a dirty movie. It was pretty standard, I suppose, and of course, no changing angles. Basically, I was a handyman working on an electrical outlet. Debby wore nothing but a very sheer blouse, a tiny wrap skirt, long stockings, and high heels. While I was turned away from her, working at the baseboard, she unbuttoned her blouse and lifted her skirt and played with herself. As I finished she tugged her skirt down and put her tits back in her blouse and left it unbuttoned. Then I asked if anything else needed fixing. She responded by removing my toolbelt and unzipping me. You get the idea. I worked on her. She still gets turned on when we watch it occasionally.

I laughed and said, "Well, it's one of two things. Either it's because he's a genuinely nice guy or it's because he's hung like a horse."

Debby stared. "No. You don't mean...Jerry!..."

"Honey I roomed with the guy three years. Secretariat should be so lucky."

Debby and Carol got to be real close. Later, she told Debby she quit modeling because it was a "...rat-race meat market...". God knows Jerry was about as far from that as the moon.

The steaks and veggies were great. Carol tapped Debby, and the two cleared the table and headed for the kitchen for cleaning and girl talk. Jerry refreshed his and my glass, and we lazed back on the lawn furniture. After a moment, he turned towards me.

"Jimmy, one of the reasons we asked you and Debby over tonight was to make an invitation to join a small club Carol and I are part of."

"One of the reasons?"

"Hey, having dinner with friends is another reason. Anyway, as I was saying, the club members thought that maybe you and Debby might want to join, so they asked me and Carol to talk to you two."

"Should we go get Carol and Debby?" I looked around, the women were still inside out of sight. "What club?"

"Carol's talking to Debby about it inside," said Jerry, somewhat opaquely. "The club really doesn't have a name, Jimmy."

He continued. "Just hold your questions for a moment, Jim. It's a small group, made up of people here in the development. You and Debby meet all the qualifications, you're both young, healthy, attractive, and in a stable relationship..."

"So how'd you qualify?" I asked. What the fuck was he talking about? What the hell kind of club was this?

Jerry made a face at me and continued. "Carol and I assured the group that you and Debby were quite discrete. Discretion is an important aspect to membership in the club."

Discrete? "What is this club, Jerry? The Weathermen? The Nazis?"

"Of course not. It's a, er, social club. We get together roughly once a month for a small meeting. There's normally twelve members, six couples, but recently a couple moved away. So now there's an opening."

"Okay, so why the secrecy?"

"You have to promise you won't divulge anything about the group to anybody. Or else I stop now and we talk about the weather."

"Yeah, okay. Sure. Cross my heart and hope you die. Now what gives?!"

"Well, it's a swing club."

"Huh?" If I had heard Jerry correctly, I was going into major shock. But I couldn't have heard him correctly.

"A swing club. You know, a little swap party, that sort of thing. You know what I'm talking about."

"Yeah, I do." A crash from the kitchen indicated that Carol had also gotten to the heart of the matter. But no screams of indignation followed, no bellows of "We're leaving!". Maybe Debby could take this kind of news better than me. "Jerry, I think you would have surprised me less if you were a Nazi."

"It's surprisingly common, Jimmy."

"Not to me it isn't. And besides, you're my best friend! How the hell do you keep something like that to yourself. I had no idea. All this time you've been leading a secret life!"

"Oh, bullshit. We're the same people you've known for years. It's just that every few weeks we do something a little out of the ordinary. I mean, we go to a cocktail party. This one just gets a little more personal."

"I guess!"

I was quiet for several moments. At the first mention of the club, I had drained my drink. Now I held the glass out for more.

"So who's in this club"

"Can't tell you until you join."

"How's it work?"

"Well, every four weeks we meet at somebody's house for a cocktail party. It rotates month to month. That person provides booze and chips and dip. And like I say, it just gets a little more personal."

"Why us?"

"Why not? I told you the selection criteria. You two are young, healthy, good looking, stable, discrete - you fit! We talked it over at the last get together."

"Wow." Who among my friends in this neighborhood were in this group? Obviously, Jerry and Carol weren't the only ones in the group we knew. Or would know if we joined. Joined? What, did they sit around naked passing a ballot box and black balls like a demented frat house?

"I don't know Jerry. I mean, I never thought...I'd have to talk to Debby...swapping? I just don't know."

Debby came out of the kitchen with Carol about ten minutes later. She had a strange look on her face, and we excused ourselves and went home.

Chapter 2

We walked back home kind of quietly, Debby holding my hand. The two blocks took only minutes. It was only half past nine when we turned up the walk, but Jenny had already put the kids to bed. Debby fished out a couple of fives for Jenny, and I watched from the porch as the girl went across the street to her own house.

Pretty little thing. I often saw her walking around the neighborhood. Slim, with long legs. A bit skinny, but nice, pert young breasts. She mostly wore cutoff shorts and tight, white tee shirts. I'd seen her a few Friday nights heading out on dates, usually in the same sort of outfits, but without the bra she wore during the day. Nice nipples. I could just see her in the back of some old Chevy, tee shirt up over her tits, shorts around her ankles. She'd be moaning and urging on some pimply faced teenager, his pants around his ankles. They'd be thrashing around, sweaty, complaining about the cramped back seat, coming, then doing it again anyway.

I shook my the thought from my head. Inhaling deeply, I went inside. Debby was already upstairs. I could hear her in the shower. I started to undress.

The shower went off and I could hear Debby drying herself. I was pulling my pants off when she came out of the bathroom. She was naked, her body glistening from the remaining moisture. She was still drying her hair as she walked to her closet. She pulled out a long, shapeless flannel nightgown and began to pull it over her head.

Damn, but she still looked as good as the day we met. Average height, maybe five-five. Great ass and legs. Narrow waist, almost wasp-waisted, even after two kids. No stretch marks. I guess that baby oil I rubbed on her belly really did work. Certainly it had made her horny enough. 

She turned towards me as she lowered the nightgown past her hips. Her pussy hair was trimmed real short and neat. Her large, full breasts showed briefly as she began to button the front. They sagged a little, but thirty-eight Ds will do that. They swayed and bounced seductively as she continued buttoning.

She looked up when she realized I was staring. Then her gaze dropped, down to my groin. I looked down also, to see my erection pointed straight up and out. She smiled and said, "I don't think he's quite ready to sleep yet." I smiled, and twitched my cock at her.

Debby began unbuttoning the nightgown. Halfway through, she reached into my closet and threw me my silk bathrobe, and a pair of silk pajama bottoms. "Why don't you go down and pour us a couple of brandies? I'll be down in a few minutes."

I was grinning as I slipped on the robe and went down the hallway. Liquor usually got Debby fairly horny, brandy got her very horny. I went downstairs to the den and turned on a lamp in the corner. I popped a bulb out and angled the shade so the light wouldn't be too bright. I opened my robe and pulled on the pajama bottoms, then tightened the robe again. I turned on the stereo, and put some light jazz on the CD, turned down low. Finally I poured two snifters of brandy and sat down in my lounger.

Debby entered after about fifteen minutes. The wait was worth it. She had blow-dried her hair, and it hung in golden curls to her shoulders. She was wearing a sheer, almost transparent, black, ankle length satin robe, open at the front, that wafted away from her, showing what she wore underneath. This consisted of a 'Merry Widow' corset, thin straps supporting underwired open cups, exposing very large, very erect, very protruding nipples. The corset was also in black, a sheer lace I could see her navel through. It came down partway on her hips, from which garter straps went down to very long, almost up to the crotch, black fishnet stockings. She wore no panties. She completed the effect with some very high, at least four inch, heeled shoes that strapped around her ankles.

"Wow!"

Debby smiled subtly and walked over to the bar where I had left her snifter. She gazed at me over the glass, sipping slowly but fully. She had even been able to put on a touch of lipstick and eyeshadow, and I could detect her perfume from my seat. How she could do this in fifteen minutes, and other times complain an hour wasn't enough to get ready for dinner was beyond me. Again, her eyes lowered to my crotch.

My erection was back in full force, and had pushed it's way out the front of the pajamas and the robe. I took another sip of my brandy, as she set her empty snifter down and walked over to me.

"That's so big, it looks painful. Perhaps I can reduce the swelling," she said. Then she knelt between my legs and put both hands and her head in my lap. She gently began to stroke the length of the shaft, and began to lick the underside. I lay back to watch artistry in action, as waves of pleasure radiated the length of my cock. For several minutes she continued to lick, first under the head, then the bottom and sides of the shaft, and then down to my aching balls. Then she would work her way back up to the head. Just when I thought it couldn't get better, Debby raised up a bit, and then placed the head in her mouth. She lowered her head onto my throbbing dick, slowly engulfing the entire thing. As her hands softly stroked the shaft and fondled my nuts, she began slowly deep throating me. Her head rose and fell the length of my cock, as her tongue swirled on the undersides, and her cheeks puckered from the suction she was giving. With a quiet groan, I exploded down her throat. Debby never stopped sucking my come and pumping my shaft and balls for more.

When I was finally spent, Debby let my cock out from her lips, and looked up at me. Eyes shining, she reached over and took my forgotten brandy. She dribbled the come into the glass and finished the liquor in a long seductive swallow, and then began massaging my cock with both hands. Almost immediately, it came back to life.

Standing, she straddled my legs and began to lower herself onto me. "Now, I want you to give me a long slow fuck," she whispered hotly. I stopped her for a moment as I reclined the lounger, then I helped her up onto me. She straddled me in a kneeling position, fishnet clad knees on either side of my hips. Sitting straight up, she impaled herself on me, as my hands guided her hips into position.

Gyrating her pussy slowly, she gave me an excellent show. She opened my robe and ran her long painted nails through my chest hair, scratching at my nipples. She opened her robe more, allowing it to drop off her shoulders onto her arms. Our fingers alternated positions. At one moment she would be caressing and pinching her nipples and I would have my fingers rubbing her wet, extended clit. Then I would play with her tits, as she rubbed her clit and, when exposed, my cock. Her pelvis moved all around, sometimes back and forth, sometimes side to side, sometimes in a circular motion. She was flexing her knees, causing her to bounce on the engulfed erection, sometimes short and fast strokes, then following with long, slow strokes, so long my cockhead teased her lips. After a seeming eternity of bliss, her breathing became coarser and more ragged, and the pelvic movement subsided, as she began to concentrate on long, rapid penetrations. She began plunging up and down, whimpering and moaning, until my straining cock could stand no more, and I spewed upwards into her womb. She collapsed onto my heaving chest.

We lay that way for several minutes, as my shrinking manhood slowly deflated and finally slipped out of her still twitching pussy. I could feel the cool night breeze on my cock, as our mixed juices ran down my cock onto my balls. Then Debby climbed out of the chair and went to the bar. She refilled our snifters, and drank heavily from mine, handing me hers. She shrugged her shoulders, and the robe slipped to the floor.

I stood and walked over to her. I left my robe in the chair, and my pajama bottoms slid down to my ankles at the bar. I kicked them off and stood there naked. Debby looked at my body, staring as my dick began a slow rise once more. "Fuck me again, Jimmy!" she implored. "Fuck me hard! In my ass, Jimmy! Please, Jimmy, fuck me hard in my ass!"

I smiled down at her and bent down to her tits. I began licking and nibbling her nipples, first one then the other, as I placed one hand on her cunt and the other on her ass. I gripped her cheeks firmly, as my fingers rubbed and pinched her blood filled clit. She shuddered, and began to beg. "Oh, God! Please, Jimmy, fuck me in the ass! Now, Jimmy! I want it in my ass! Now, I want it now!" I continued the torment until her body shook with her orgasm. Fresh juices coated the hand at her crotch. Her pleadings continued, as she stood before me on now rubbery legs.

I turned her around and walked her to the Ottoman in front of the lounger. Debby eagerly dropped down before it and lay over it, kneeling and spreading her legs. She watched over her shoulder as I positioned myself between her wide spread thighs. I teased her with my cock at her gaping cunt, and then plunged into her cunt.

"No, Jimmy, I want you in my ass!" she cried, and she placed both hands on her asscheeks and pulled them apart. But I was only toying with her, as I lubricated my cock in her sopping twat. On the outstroke, I pulled out, and positioning my cockhead at the tiny opening, slowly poked my dick into her asshole. She cried out in pleasure as I stood still, allowing her sphincter to widen and accommodate me. Then I began a slow and steady movement inwards, bracing her hips with my hands. Her pelvis was grinding enough to stretch her asshole around me, and at the end of one smooth plunge I was in to the hilt. I could feel my balls slapping her thighs and pussy.

Debby has the tightest and wettest pussy I have ever fucked. Appropriately, her asshole is very tight and wet, also. After another brief moment of quiet, I withdrew and began to fuck her with long, hard strokes. When I hit bottom I would slam her crotch into the Ottoman. Debby reached down and put both hands on her pussy. Through the thin membranes I could feel a finger reaching up into her cunt, and I knew the other would be working her clit vigorously. I reached around her and grabbed her big tits, and began pulling and pinching her huge nipples. This fuck didn't last as long as the first. Debby was very aroused and vocal, telling me how big it felt and how she was coming repeatedly. Finally, I couldn't stand the pleasure, and letting go her tits, I grabbed her hips and slammed in one last time. I exploded in her ass, my balls pumping. I thought she'd start spitting the jism out her mouth, I was coming so hard. I collapsed on her back.

The music had been over for some time now. I withdrew and we stood. Picking up our clothes, we finished our drinks, turned off the stereo and the lights, and walked hand-in-hand to our bedroom.

Chapter 3

A few days later it was Saturday, and I slept late. When I got out of the sack I knew I was the last one up. I showered and shaved, dressed in some old slacks and a flannel shirt, and walked down to the kitchen.


The Swap-Club



After reading feedback from a reader that they have a swap club, I was both excited and motivated to contribute our real wife swapping experience for the benefit of literotica readers, especially for the couples. The story has gone little long but I have tried to recollect each and every detail of the experience. Since I have taken special pains I would request the readers specially the couples to read till the end and forward their views. 

I am a well-placed and handsome officer engineer. My name is Sunny. I have a beautiful wife. Her name is Pooja. WE BELONG TO PUNJAB. Three years before our sex life appeared to become routine though we were regularly having sex. We had been reading stories and seeing blue movies. This introduced us to threesome, foursome, lesbian and wife swapping concepts. Pooja used to get excited seeing a Negro fucking a female with his big cock in the movies. Initially we did not think about swapping too much both of us being from conservative families. But subsequently we started fantasizing while making love. We started telling each other our fantasies thus bringing each other too fantastic climaxes. She would tell a fantasy involving her English professor or a class fellow whom she had liked in her hindsight before marriage but never dared to even think of it. I also started telling her fictions stories about the woman I liked. As the days passed by we started asking whether we would actually like to do it with another partner. I readily agreed. She being a shy lady was hesitant to say yes. But I knew she wanted it. 

Though I was possessive about my beautiful, innocent and sexy wife I took the plunge. I advertised in a couple’s column of a magazine. We got few responses but since we were beginners we selected a couple who are doctors. We met twice but only restricted to stripping, kissing and massaging each other. Though we enjoyed every bit of it but we did not get into fucking each other’s wife. I found myself to be possessive about Pooja where as she seemed to be ready for fuck from the gentleman without hesitation. The lady doctor was also mad after me for fucking her, however I disappointed her too. Finally we were transferred from that city so things came at a temporary halt. After a gap of two years we came across a couple when we finally got into fucking with some other partner. Till date Pooja is ready to be fucked by this man any time. She has become very fond of his thick cock.

Our friends were again introduced through a magazine. After one or two letter exchanges, we exchanged our telephone numbers. To cut it short we met one day at their place. The guy is an electronic engineer and the lady is a housewife. His name is Dheeraj and her name is Swati. Dheeraj is a handsome gentleman with broad shoulders. Swati is a good-looking lady with sexy eyes. It was evening time. Since both of them like drinks we started off with drinks. My wife also started sipping after some resistance since she was a non-drinker. I think Dheeraj had impressed her with his talk. During our discussion Pooja had observed that Dheeraj was an intelligent man. Swati seemed to enjoy her drinks and in between we were exchanging looks exploring each other. In between the discussion Dheeraj mentioned that he had a great cock and no lady has ever said no to him. Swati also confirmed his statement and added that he was very good at fucking. Pooja looked down shyly but at the same time getting impressed. Dheeraj asked her not to feel shy instead enjoy the evening. He told her that one should enjoy every moment of life in each and every form. By this time Dheeraj, Swati and I had finished four drinks each. My darling Pooja was on her first drink. Swati went near her and helped her to finish her drink. Dheeraj poured another drink for every one and moved near Pooja saying that this drink he will have near Pooja. 

Dheeraj gave the glass to Pooja and started praising her beautiful body. He mentioned that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever met. He took a sip from Pooja’s glass and touched the rim of his glass to Pooja’s soft lips. She hesitantly took two or three sips. By this time I could see the huge bulge in Dheeraj’s Bermuda. Encouraged by Pooja’s response he got hold of one of her hands and put it on his bulge. She shyly withdrew her hand after he had made her feel his bulge. At this stage I had a mixed feeling of sex and possessiveness of my wife. Suddenly I saw Dheeraj hold Pooja’s hands and making her sit in his lap. I could see the shy cheeks of Pooja going red with the touch of the hidden cock. He made her finish her drink in his lap. Infact now they were sharing each other’s drink. In between I could see his hand move to her boobs and have an assessment of them. He kissed her gently on the cheek making her comfortable in his lap.

Meanwhile I moved towards Swati and took my arm around her while sitting on the sofa. I cupped my hand on one of her boobs and told her she was looking sexy. We finished our drinks. By this time things had warmed up and every one of us was excited. I kissed Swati on her cheeks and lips. She also reciprocated. Both of us found ourselves looking at Dheeraj and Pooja. Dheeraj had made Pooja sit on his thighs with her legs spread on both sides of his legs and her face towards him. He was sucking and kissing her cheeks and lips madly. Pooja had also surrendered fully to him. He lifted her shirt and started massaging her back. Pooja had closed her eyes with shyness and pleasure. The temptation was too much for Dheeraj as he quickly removed her pink bra and started fondling with her huge breasts very fondly with both hands. I could see Pooja’s erect nipples due to the treatment given by Dheeraj. He was very happy to see her shapely boobs and started sucking them hungrily like a child one by one. While having sucks, bites and licks on Pooja’s tits and nipples Dheeraj removed her shirt that was hampering the process. I could see Pooja’s legs stretched to the full indicating that her cunt must be itching to get it from him since she was already in his lap. Dheeraj was madly showering kisses on her boobs, arms, cheeks, neck and ears driving her to a wild ecstasy. 

Meanwhile I had been sucking Swati’s boobs with my face in her lap as she was sitting on the floor. I had made her milk plants naked by unhooking her ceramic bra and removing her shirt. She was getting her boobs sucked as if she was feeding her child. My hands reached in between her pyjamas and felt the smoothness of her thighs and buttocks. I put my hand in her panty and inserted my finger inside her wet cunt to feel her. She gave out a moan. and kissed me gently. I saw Dheeraj changing position with my wife; he removed his T-shirt and brought Pooja’s face near to his nipples so that she could give them a lick. She gave his nipples good licks and bites as his hands started exploring her ass. He hugged her tightly and I could see Pooja’s huge breast crushing against his hairy chest. He untied the cord of her salwar and removed it. Oh god Dheeraj had made my wife naked exposing her milky and shapely thighs clad in a pink panty.. She could put any model to thoughts with her shapely body. 

With this Dheeraj’s tool in his Bermudas got further enlarged trying to defeat the fabric on it. Dheeraj murmured” you have got a nice ass Pooja, your legs are too good” At the same time he cupped her ass cheeks. He gave her a good hug (in Punjabi we call it a juffi) with his chest pressing her boobs and crotch touching her crotch. She also locked her arms around him. His hands were madly on her thigh and buttocks and his tongue had met her tongue while doing all this. He was kissing her with full passion. He lifted her gently and placed her on the sofa. He started licking the fingers of her feet. He was more particular to give nice licks in the space between the fingers. Pooja was now moaning with the pleasure. He took his tongue to her legs and knees tasting each and every portion and then to her thighs. Meanwhile I had also removed Swati’s pyjamas and shirt and given her a lick and massage everywhere on her body. She was looking good in her ceramic panty. She also removed my T-shirt and jeans on my request. Now I was in my red jockey only. My cock was fully erect. Swati praised, my tool, my body and said I had a firm ass. 

Dheeraj overturned Pooja on the sofa and started licking her back starting from the neck to the top of her ass. Pooja moaned aaaaah oooohhhhhh for every flick of her tongue due to the ticklish and sensuous sensation. Her shyness had vanished as Dheeraj had rightly justified that no lady had refused him till date .He licked her ass cheeks and gave light bites on them by gently adjusting her panty with his fingers to expose them. Dheeraj was moving towards possessing my wife in whom she was cooperating though she had every time negated the proposal. On the contrary I was slightly hesitant towards any action further though Swati and myself were enjoying the act. Dheeraj again commanded Pooja to sit on her back to which she willingly obeyed. It was obvious that she now wanted the big one really inside her. No sooner she adjusted her big sexy ass on the sofa Dheeraj removed her pink panty which was now slightly soaked with his hand and straight away took his mouth in between her thighs, “you have a nice pussy darling’’ uttered Dheeraj and inserted his tongue on her clit by widening it with his hands. He started tongue fucking every part of her vagina in between taking the clit in his lips .Pooja also lifted and adjusted her ass to make best use of the opportunity. While doing this Dheeraj took his hands to her nipples and stared twisting them gently, in between increasing the force and at times pressing her boobs in full. 

Pooja seemed to be at moon with pleasure as it was imminent from her moans of pleasure i.e. ahhh ooooooh. The scene on our side was that Swati was in my arms as I went about fingering her pussy with my fingers through her panty. Her skin was quite smooth for enjoying. I also removed her panty and gave her a nice lick at times massaging Swati’s hole with my finger. But we found both of us were paying attention towards Dheeraj and Pooja probably due to possessiveness. In my case no body had earlier fucked my wife. 

With those inhibitions on, I saw Dheeraj removing his Bermuda in one go. There came out the thick monster saluting Pooja as he stood with his crotch near her face. It almost touched her nose as he further moved near her. Though his cock length was as good as mine but it was thicker and fat. ‘‘PLEASE TAKE IT IN YOUR SWEET MOUTH DARLING POOJA”, said Dheeraj. To my surprise she held it in her hands and felt it . ” It is so thick I won’t be able to “, she said shyly. Dheeraj immediately adjusted his ass and knees on the sofa and made his cock touch her soft lips. “Take just the top portion, Pooja you will like it”, said Dheeraj. Pooja opened her mouth and took the cap of the monster inside it and started giving her lick and suck treatment. 

Out of possessiveness I said, “Not beyond this Dheeraj”. Dheeraj replied, ” Come on yaar, you enjoy with my wife” at the same time inserting half of his cock in Pooja’s mouth which had to be opened more than the normal to accommodate the thick penis. I think Pooja had also become greedy for the meaty cock as she seemed to enjoy the suck session. Dheeraj took Pooja’s hands behind him and asked her to massage the area between his balls and the ass hole that she very artistically did, in between putting her finger inside his hole voluntarily. He told his wife to suck my cock instead of looking at them. She took my cock and placed her hot and wet lips on it and started sucking it with passion thus diverting my attention for the time being. This gave a chance to Pooja to fully enjoy Dheeraj’s cock though she had trouble opening her mouth to accommodate the thickness and length. After sucking it for few minutes she took the cock out saying “My mouth is tired, I will just lick it now.” Dheeraj agreed and said, “Ok darling lick it and enjoy it. It is made for you by the god”. She started licking from the base as Dheeraj sat on the sofa adjusting his ass suitably to let his genital area in front of her face. She was kneeling and licking his balls occasionally taking her tongue to the area between his balls and ass hole. “Uuh ooh ahh superb Pooja, I am in heaven” said Dheeraj.

Encouraged she gave a total lick to his cock with special sucks on the top. I could see my wife’s sexy and monumental ass clearly since she was kneeling. Swati and I were also engaged in licking and kissing when I saw Dheeraj gently lift her and carry her on the bed. He laid her on the bed and kissed on her face and spoke,” Meri Jan Pooja, now I will give you the fuck of your lifetime”. He widened her legs which she also willingly did and positioned his knees to rub his tool on her clit. He was about to enter her hungry love hole when I interrupted saying” we will fuck own wives. ” Though he didn’t like he stopped and gentlemanly controlled his movement. Pooja like a good desi female didn’t say anything though she seemed to be disappointed by my action. I think Dheeraj’s wife was also feeling possessive about her husband as she supported d my idea.

Now we got hold of own wives and fucked them on the same bed i.e. Dheeraj fucked Swati and I fucked Pooja. I have cut out the details here to accommodate other details of this experience. We had our dinner and went to sleep with own wives on separate beds. When the lights were off, my wife and I were in a deep hug lying on the bed. I asked her if she enjoyed and requested her to tell me what all she enjoyed in particular. She told me it was very nice. I could guess her disappointment from her talk of not allowing Dheeraj to have her. She went to sleep and so did Dheeraj and Swati. However I could not sleep as I was wandering why I didn’t let them enjoy. It was like I wanted it and also at the same time had mental block of my wife not to be fucked by other man. While thinking this I was holding her tight as if Dheeraj will come and have her, but I found myself enjoying fantasizing Dheeraj’s dick inside Pooja. 

My cock was again erect but I didn’t disturb my lovely wife who seemed to be tired. I might have slept for only one hour when the morning arrived. It must be around 6 AM when I woke up with big erection and started rubbing it on her bare ass by lifting her nighty. She woke up and turned towards me with her bare ass facing towards Dheeraj and Swati who were sleeping at some distance. We hugged and kissed tightly as if we had met for the first time. I let her head rest on my right shoulder and put my left leg in between her legs so that her boobs could touch my chest and my erect cock was in between her thighs. I was feeling her naked ass with my left hand and kissing her furiously. Our heavy breathing suddenly woke up Dheeraj. He hesitantly came on our bed and lay down on the other side of Pooja. Motivated by our act he gained in confidence and put his hand on Pooja’s bare ass. 

I tried to be ignorant as I thought he could do everything except fucking her. Slowly he moved further and touched his crotch on Pooja’s ass. I knew how much Pooja liked when I embrace her from behind and press my cock on her ass when we go to sleep. She must have felt the effect of a fatter cock on her ass. He increased the pressure. Now Pooja was sandwiched as she also adjusted her ass to meet his crotch. So it was quiet clear that both of them wanted to fuck to glory despite my restriction of cock cunt contact. Keeping the contact he removed his Bermuda and became totally naked. He again touched Pooja’s ass with his naked cock that might have swelled to its full-length courtesy Pooja’s voluptuous ass. I was just softly rubbing my cock on her thighs paying more attention to our breast chest contact and kisses. My left hand happened to go in between her thighs and by chance touched Dheeraj’s cock. It was a great feeling to touch others man’s swelled cock as it was only my first time. As I shyly tried to withdraw my hand I could feel Dheeraj bringing his cock near to my hand so that I could feel it without any effort,. 

This was a sensational feeling especially when we both were sandwiching my wife. I could feel his hand touching my cock and moving the outer portion of it to take me to pleasure zone. I also held his cock voluntarily now as I liked its swelling and softness. He adjusted his position in such a way that his cock was on the rear portion of the partition of Pooja’s thighs. He slightly opened her thighs so that the head of his cock was just near her love hole. Suddenly he managed to get his right leg in between her legs by displacing my left leg to let his thick cock rub her cunt lips. Pooja was excited to glory and I could make out that she had arched her back slightly and moved her ass backwards to adjust his cock head fit in the cunt lips on the entrance of her juicing hole. I could feel this with my hand. With this encouragement and cooperation from her his love hungry cock went inside her cunt giving no time to my hand to stop it. 

I could see the pleasure on her face as she tightly hugged me crushing her heaving breast against my chest and relieving her portion below the waist from me and further adjusting her thighs and ass to get his cock inside her cunt. I didn’t mind it this time as I was also hypnotized by the proceedings. I gave her few kisses on her lips and cheeks which totally signalled her to surrender her pricey cunt to Dheeraj and also Dheeraj to go for the fuck. 

Dheeraj was now fully into his elements as he thrust his cock fully into her after few light knocks. I could see a slight pain on her face initially as it was also obvious from the words she uttered, “Suu iiiii “. The pain was probably overcome by her already lubricated hole and the tight hug with me. Probably Dheeraj was slowly doing it. Dheeraj readjusted his position with aggressiveness by lifting / folding Pooja’s right top leg for deeper thrusts sending out loud moan “Aaaah aaah “ from Pooja. He held one of her boobs with his hand took his mouth near Pooja’s rosy cheek to kiss it. Pooja also greeted him by turning her face towards his lips and let him suck her lips. She too kissed him on his cheeks that he liked very much. Now the tempo was set for the actual real fuck as he got his knees in between her legs and Pooja left my hug to rest her ass on the bed for his and her convenience. Dheeraj showered some quick kisses on her ass cheeks and gave few licks on her demanding cunt. 

He went into a dominant position from this by pressing his shoulders against her thighs thus raising them a little and placing his lips on her tits and sucking them one by one letting his huge cock touch her hips. He further moved to kiss her and crush her boobs with his chest. He increased his grip on her by bringing his thighs near her ass and slightly raising and widening the gap between her legs thus bringing the cock totally on the pussy. Sucking her lips he moved his ass in such a way that he could thrust his cock in her cunt. Pooja moaned, “Suu iiiii awash “, as his fat penis straight away went inside her in the missionary position. Now he left kissing her and started thrusting his cock in her love hole with speed. “Aaaahh ooohhhh uii “moaned Pooja as Dheeraj was fucking her with vigour. These sounds were getting mixed with THAP THAP THAP THAP __ _ _ _ sounds which were produced when his front portion of the thighs were slapping against her rare portion of thighs. Like this “THAP suu THAP THAP THAP uiii uuuuu THAP THAP THAP THAP oooooh aaaaah “. “Aahhh Dard ho raha hai Dheere “Pooja uttered at the same time clinging her legs to his body. Dheeraj replied “Darling dard me bhi maza hai thori der baad dekhna “. 

I moved towards rear of Dheeraj and could see his firm ass moving vigorously to set the piston movement of the cock in the cunt. Movement of the muscles of his ass cheeks was visible with each thrust. I could see his balls slapping on her ass near her ass hole. I moved my eyes below his balls to view his cock inside my beloved. On seeing I could realize why she was moaning in pain as I could watch that the monster cock had stretched her cunt lips to a width to which they were never extended earlier. It was tightly fitting. I touched his cock and felt the exterior of her pussy with my hands. I felt his ass cheeks with my hands and naughtily inserted my finger in his hole that he liked. In between he took out his cock fully and insert it again, followed by thumping which sometimes shook the whole bed. I could see juices flowing from Pooja’s hole as she uttered ahhh ahh ahh. Now he placed a pillow under her ass so that he could carry out deep thrusting. He raised her legs as erect as possible to accommodate his tool. In between he kissed her legs briefly by slowing down his movement.




The Swap-Club



Now he again went down to give her a hug with his piston movement continuing. He put his arms under the area below her neck so that he could clasp her boobs against his chest. She also dug down her fingers on his back as they held each other tightly. Simultaneously they were putting their tongue in each others mouth and at the same time their asses were moving to generate full pleasure. Pooja was lifting her ass to meet each of his thrusts. She had now locked her legs on his ass as if she will never leave him. Now the room was full of breathing noises.

Sound of moans, breathing, thap thap and creaking of the bed woke up Swati. She came towards the bed with a surprise in her eyes. I immediately pulled her to my lap and removed her nighty and grabbed her boobs for my mouth and kissed her good morning. I told her to watch before we started fucking. Now Dheeraj made Pooja to get in to a doggie position with her front on the elbows and her ass raised with the help of knees. He moved her and put his cock in her waiting cunt and started humping to the delight of Swati. He was on his knees and we could now see the widened cunt lips by the tight fitting cock with love juice oozing out on all sides. He now got on his feet in a sitting position and gave wild thrusts by putting his hands on the ass cheeks for adjusting it for entry .Pooja was again sounding ahh ahh with pleasure. He gave variety to this position by once getting to sit on his one foot and folding his knee on the bed for the support. He interchanged later on by sitting on his other foot and folding his other knee. He now dominatingly laid her up side down on the bed with her boobs crushing on the bed and sprawled on her to touch his chest on her bareback and to press his thighs on her buttocks so as to pin her on the bed. 

He kissed her ear lobes at the same time tightening the grip of his knees on her knees grinding his penis in her hole for some time. He parted her thighs with the help of his knees at her knee position and created a space to give few more thrusts to the cunt that might have taken one or two orgasms by now. “Pooja, do you want to come on the top?” Dheeraj whispered in her ears. “Yes” Pooja replied. He got up and after planting few cases on her neck, back and ass, laid himself on the bed with his big performer pointing to the roof. Pooja got up and brought her hole near his cock by taking her legs on his sides. She landed her on the top of the cock that by now was fully confident of the gate and the route. Now Pooja started fucking Dheeraj from the top by moving up and down and Dheeraj started thrusting from below by raising his ass a up and down. Their feet to get the right balance ably supported both. Now it was Pooja’s turn to spread on Dheeraj to crush her boobs on his wide chest and press her thighs on his thighs. She started kissing his lips and cheeks. Soon she again started the up and down motion wildly and Dheeraj giving thrusts with the greatest ever speed to drive Pooja to a great climax. She was saying aah aah in the thick of it and finally clung to Dheeraj who showered her with kisses. Now Dheeraj got her in the missionary position and stuck his wet fat dick in her wet cunt and gave such thrusts that could produce electricity. Now Pooja was again into world of ecstasy that was imminent from the noises she made. Dheeraj finally thrust the final blow to bring him to climax and giving her another orgasm. They followed it by passionate hugs and kisses.

Now it was my turn to fuck Swati who was fully excited. We did exactly the same way as Dheeraj and Pooja for the next half an hour as they watched. Dheeraj touched my tool in the same way as I had touched his. We came to climax together finally in the missionary position and ended it with kissing and hugging. We rested for a while. Dheeraj broke the silence, “YOU ARE SUPERB POOJA. YOUR HUSBAND AND MYSELF HAVE GOOD COCKS AND STAYING POWER”. We met several times after that and had sex. We haven’t met another couple so far because we have become selective. Actually Dheeraj has become a yardstick for her. Pooja has fixed a condition that she will have sex with a couple only if the gentleman is hygienic, intelligent, smart, well built and having a big and fat cock.

Please don’t forget to send your comments to encourage me to contribute in future. 



The Swap-Club Ch. 02



This is an original story (incident) that happened in my life and this is a very short piece that I am submitting. Hope you like a short story, as this is just an attempt of change from the routine long stories. Also my last story on the same topic was a bit too long. 

I am a married guy for 2 years and my wife and myself were very interested in sex and had sex almost daily. We were not interested in children and so made sure my wife did not conceive. Once we decided to have some adventure. We had a newly married couple just opposite our flat. Theirs was an arranged marriage and so their marriage was by force and both of them didn't like either of them and so were literally staying in separate rooms. My wife collected all these details and I took permission to fuck that girl in return for allowing my wife being fucked by that girl's hubby. So my wife started to arouse that girl with lot of sexual interest by telling our own sex games and at one moment she started to ask for the previous nights plays. Once my wife asked her (the opposite girl) about sex with a stranger. She initially was quite furious saying that it was against the culture. Now my wife sowed the seeds saying that it was not a crime at all. She allowed her to think and at the same time moved with her hubby quite closely. This went on and soon I joined them and started to visit their house regularly and was a welcome guest by that girl and my wife a welcome guest by her hubby.

Once I started to caress the girl so much that even if I talked about sex with my wife she did not felt offended so one day I with my wife decided to put the plan into motion and told my wife of to offer herself to opposite house persons hubby and I offer his wife sex with me. When we initially broke this offer the girl in the house was very furious and asked both of us to get out but her hubby wanted to have sex with my wife as the girl did not give any pleasure to him. To this the girl said "I wished to be truthful to you but you seem to be a stray dog now even I don't even mind having sex with the opposite tenant." We resolved the issue and a day were fixed for the action. I arranged for a web cam secretly and had them fixed in my house bedroom (both the rooms, this was not even aware by the other 3 persons) I connected it to my PC and made sure to have the entire action recorded in my PC. I was able to start recording the same by click of a mouse.

Now when the girl came to my room she was clad in a traditional saree. She was very sexy generally and now she seems to be too gorgeous. I took her hand and made her sit on the bed. I switched on the AC and now the action started. I went near her and started kissing her. She was not co-operative initially and did not allow me to kiss her. Then I told her that the lust for women is more than a man and so she need not feel guilty. Now I started to kiss her (even now she did not involve herself completely but soon she picked up with me) and my kisses moved from cheeks to her mouth and she enjoyed it well. Meanwhile my hands were slowly pressing her boobs (wow what boobs were they very firm and hard). Now I started to undress her, I pushed aside her saree and completely removed her saree. She was wearing a neck jacket and a blouse. I caressed her boobs and she started to breathe fast. I slowly removed her jacket and her blouse soon she was in her bra and panty. I made her to lie down in the bed and started to kiss all over her body. I specifically kissed her on the boobs and the panty (cunt) so as to arouse her more and this proved correct. 

Now I removed her last barriers (bra and panty). She was completely nude and she covered her boobs and cunt with each of her hands (still she had a last tinch of shyness). I moved her hands and kissed all her body parts and asked her to undress me. When she did it she was shocked to see my penis it was good 9.5 " big and was covered with a lot of hair and she said "tumhara laura bahut bada hai dard karega" meaning my lund is big will it not be painful for me. I told her it will be painful initially and then pleasure will take over pain. Now I was growing restless to insert my cock kissed her cunt and found it to be a little smaller for my cock and so decided to insert it slowly. I took my cock near her cunt (without her knowledge I was actually kissing her boobs and was infact sucking one of them more strongly and the girl said " suck for some milk" 

Even I was also interested in some milk and so I did the same. Mean while I placed the cock near the cunt and slowly inserted it she initially resisted when her resistance was very heavy I stopped my insertion and waited her to cool off and then slowly inserted it till she protested. By this way in around 15 minutes my entire cock was inside her cunt (both of our pubic hair mated). Now she was moaning and the voice was quite aloud and started to give pushes meanwhile when inserted I tore her virginity and so she was bleeding and she started to cry in pain. I immediately took out my cock and allowed her to take rest till the pain subsided. In 10 minutes she was alright and now she was completely shy less (Meanwhile I heard the sound of the cot shaking sounds from the adjacent room where my wife and the opposite house girls hubby were matting and heard my wife moaning a little loudly I asked her to moan a little slowly).

Now I found the girl extending her arms to me and asking to complete the task. I went near her and lied on my back and asked her to jump over me. She responded and now I inserted my cock (it went easily and very smoothly) she was moaning as my wife. I asked her to jump a few jerks and I discharged my cum inside her vagina and she too discharged her cum (since I had been waiting for this occasion I had not masturbated or had sex for nearly a week and so the cum was quite heavy and she spilled some outside also. Now I asked her to take my cock inside her mouth she felt it was bad so I took the initiative and put my mouth in her cunt and inserted my tongue inside her cunt she enjoyed it and in a few moments she once again became wet. Now I asked her to suck my cock and she complied, I once again discharged and now it was finally time to complete and so for a final time I inserted my cock into her cunt in a doggy style and discharged the cum. After this we embraced ourselves and I inserted my cock into her cunt and we slept for nearly over an hour. 

After 1 hour I woke up and we had a final show. After this (I found that my wife and my girls hubby also have finished their action) we all took bath in the bathroom. After this the opposite tenant (hubby and the wife went to their house. My wife went to sleep and I (after ensuring that she has slept soundly) switched on the PC to check whether the entire episode was recorded. I first played the episode of my wife with the opposite hubby and he seems to have exploited the opportunity and had infact tried different styles of sex I had recorded the same and with some morphing I changed the face of my wife with the persons real wife (this took me a real 6 months without the knowledge of my wife). 

I then sold the same to my friend to be sent abroad as it may create some problem for them. Even today when regularly have sex swapping and the sessions sometimes run nearly 3 to 4 hours the only thing is the first time we had sex in separate bedrooms now we are having it in the hall itself where both of the partners can see what the other partner is doing.

Ok well I hope u all have enjoyed our experience. Please do send feedback (females preferably). 



The Swap Club



Debby was doing breakfast dishes. "Morning, sleepyhead," she said, then leaned over and kissed me. "Coffee?"

"Please." I sat at the table. "Where's the boys? And who are they terrorizing today?"

Debby laughed brightly. "Little Jimmy took Brian up to the playground. They'll be back in a while." She handed me a cup.

Debby looked pretty good. She was wearing a simple dress, with buttons collar to waist, and low sandals. The dress was pleasingly tight and short. As she stood, facing away from me, I could see the outlines of her bra and panties, cutting into her soft flesh, under the light cotton. It was a fine view, and my crotch stirred.

"Have you thought about what Jerry and Carol said?" Debby asked.

I jerked out of a daydream involving Debby bent over the counter. "Yeah. I guess so. You?"

"Um, hmm. What's your opinion?"

"I don't know. What's yours?"

"I asked you first," she returned.

"Like I said, I don't know. I suppose it's kinda interesting, in a way. But I don't want to even think about it if you don't want to."

"Don't put it all on me."

"No, really! If you didn't want to, we don't. Simple as that."

"Would you want to otherwise?"

"Maybe. Does the thought of screwing Carol or somebody else make me hard? Sure. So what? If you don't want to I don't want to. The thought of screwing you makes me hard, too." I stood and leaned against the counter. "What about you? Do you want to fuck Jerry or anybody else?"

"Maybe. I suppose it's a fantasy."

I refilled my coffee cup. "Listen, if you want, we can go. If you feel uncomfortable, we make our excuses and bug out. Or not. When do we have to decide by?"

"I told Carol we'd let them know by next weekend. The party, or whatever, is the following Friday."

The conversation hadn't eased my erection. I looked down at Debby's profile again, and put down my cup. I pivoted and was pressed against her warm rump.

"Jimmy! What are you doing?"

I began to tug at the hem of her dress. "I think you know what I'm doing."

"The boys will be back soon. Now stop it," she was squirming against the counter, trying to pull the skirt down, as I was trying to pull it up. After more protests, she pushed me back and whirled to face me. "Now behave! The boys could walk in any minute now!"

I simply smiled and pushed her back against the counter, now facing me. I brought my hands up and began unbuttoning her dress at the neck.

"Jimmy! Stop it!" Debby laughed at me. She brought her hands up and tried to rebutton the dress. It was a fun race, but I was slowly winning. "Jimmy! We can't! Not here! Not now!"

I laughed and grabbed her hand. Debby yelled some more as I dragged her out of the kitchen and up the stairs. I pulled her into the bedroom. She clung to the door briefly, locking it and slamming it shut. Then I pushed her onto the bed.

Laughing, she began to unbutton the buttons I had missed earlier. I unzipped my slacks, and pushed them and my shorts down. Reaching down, I rudely pushed the dress above her hips. Grabbing her panties, I whisked them off her outstretched legs. I then pushed the legs wide apart and plunged in.

"Oh, God, Jimmy!" Debby's legs wrapped around my back as her pelvis ground against me. I supported myself on my hands, and withdrew slightly, and Debby finished with the buttons. Her bra had a front clasp, and she popped that next. Her breasts were flushed, her nipples erect. I rammed back in.

I threw my weight on top of her and Debby responded in kind. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kept her legs wrapped around my waist as I bucked against her. She was as hot and horny as I was. Much too fast, we came together in a flood of heated juices.

"Mom! Jimmy called me a dweeb!"

"Did not! Mom, Brian's lying again!"

We looked at each other and laughed. Pulling out, I stood and Debby hurriedly buttoned up. Then Debby unlocked the door and dealt with the latest crisis. It was then I noticed Debby's panties still on the floor where I had thrown them. She had been too hurried to put them back on. I smiled and picked them up. I used them to wipe the come off my cock, before throwing them in the hamper.

***

Debby settled the boys down, then grabbed her car keys. She yelled she had to go to the store, and then took off. I played at Daddy the rest of the morning and the early afternoon. Around three, Debby returned, and I helped her unload bags from the car.

Surreptitiously, I looked at her legs and ass. No stockings, no panty lines. I wondered if she realized yet, she wasn't wearing underwear. In the kitchen, I bumped against her while putting away groceries. My fingers couldn't detect anything under the dress.

"That's right, you bastard, no panties," Debby hissed under her breath.

Smiling, I leaned against the counter, and whispered back, "When did you notice?"

"Lunch." She continued to unpack groceries. "I'm sitting in McDonald's and these two teenage boys are staring between my legs. Giggling and pointing. You bastard." Now she smiled back.

"Didn't your mother teach you to cross your legs?" I asked innocently.

"Bastard."

We finished putting stuff in the pantry, and then Debby headed for the bedroom. Going for some panties, I thought. On tiptoes, I followed. I pushed the bedroom door open to find her pulling her bureau drawer open.

Seeing me, she smiled and called me a bastard again. I came in and locked the door behind us.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"I think you know," I said. I took the panties out of her hands and stuffed them back in the drawer. Then I pushed the drawer shut and nestled up behind her.

"Not again, Jimmy! What about the boys?"

"Again. The boys are watching a video." I reached down and pulled the hem of her skirt above her waist. Then I reached down and unzipped my pants again. My cock sprang out. Her bare ass cheeks were warm against my straining manhood. Holding her hips, I pushed her against the bureau, and entered her from behind.

"Oh, Jimmy!" she moaned. In the mirror before us, I watched her hands slide to her cunt. Her fingers began to massage her clit. She was standing on her toes, her back arched against my chest. She brought her head back against my shoulder. "Yes, Jimmy, yes!" she whispered.

Not stopping the slow thrusting, I reached my hands around and unbuttoned her dress again. The straining fabric popped open as I worked my way to her navel. Then I slowly drew them up along her belly, over the bulging brassiere, to the arms. Taking the fabric, I drew the dress down off her arms, so that it was now hanging from her waist. Debby was now thrusting back at me, watching in the mirror as I disrobed her.

"The bra, Jimmy, take off the bra." Her voice was now hoarse, panting.

"I planned on it, my dear." I slid my hands up her sleek flanks, back up to the bra, now overflowing with excited tits. I unhooked the snap and drew it away from her arms. Her breasts sprang forth. Her nipples seemed huge in the reflection. My cock grew even harder, and I began thrusting fiercely.

"Oh, God, Jimmy!"

I pushed Debby harder against the bureau. She placed her hands on the top, supporting her weight. I grabbed her hips and held them up, and thrust even more vigorously. In the mirror, I could see her tits bouncing and swaying, her teeth delicately biting her lower lip. She was moaning so quietly and so urgently. Her cunt felt so tight, so hot, so juicy. It was twitching around me, in spasms. I came, ramming it in one last time. Her back arched against my chest.

"Mom! Make Brian give back the TV control!"

I looked at her in the mirror and we both laughed. "Mommy will be down in a minute!" I called out. "She's busy right now." We laughed again, and I pulled my limp dick out of her drenched cunt.

Debby tugged her dress down again, then bent over to pick up her bra. Faster, I grabbed it and moved back.

"Jimmy!?"

I took the bra and wiped my cock off on one of the cups. Then I moved back to her. Grabbing her dress, I pulled it above her cunt, and used the other cup to wipe off her wet pussy. I tossed the bra into the bathroom towards the hamper. "No underwear."

"Jimmy!"

"No underwear."

She looked at me for a moment, then slipped her arms into the dress sleeves. As I zipped, Debby smiled and whispered, "Bastard!"

I laughed and unlocked the door. Back to the kids.

***

Debby came back downstairs about thirty minutes later. She had changed her dress and had first taken a shower. She had a clean, soap scent about her, not the fresh fucked scent she wore when I came downstairs. The new dress was similar to the first, but lighter, tighter, and shorter. She had changed shoes, too. Instead of the flat sandals she wore to the store, she had on a pair of high heeled sandals. I rubbed her back when the boys couldn't see.

"No bra or panties, bastard," she whispered.

"I'll tell my mother you said that," I whispered back.

"And I'll tell her what you did to make me say it."

"She'll call you a shameless hussy," I replied.

"So? I am."

Dinner passed, as did TV time. Debby teased me the rest of the night. She unbuttoned her dress down to the level of her tits, giving me a great look at her cleavage. Her nipples poked through the thin cotton. After dinner, in the family room, while the kids watched the tube, she placed her legs so that I could see straight up her dress. Her pussy was pink and moist through the trim blond curls.

Thank God the boys were too young to know what was going on. Of course, I had noticed Little Jimmy starting to look through the Penney's catalog at more than toys. Now he seemed to be noticing the bra and nightgown sections. The boys seemed to stay up forever, but then again, they didn't have school the next day.

Finally the boys hustled off to bed around ten. Debby and I continued watching the TV, she in her armchair and me in mine, facing her. Every five or ten minutes I saw a hand steal up to her chest and pop another button. After half an hour, the dress was completely undone. Her belly button stared at me, and her nipples pointed up. Her skirt had ridden up her thighs, now spread wide. Debby began to slowly play with herself, teasing me along with her nipples and clit. I sipped a beer and idly watched.

When the news ended, Debby stood. "Coming to bed?" she asked. One eyebrow arched, and she did a bump-and-grind in my direction. I upended the beer bottle down my throat and followed her to our room.

Once in our room I rapidly stripped. Debby, almost naked to begin with, was faster. She sat on the bed facing me with her legs spread wide. I moved to join her on the bed.

"Not so fast, buster," she said to me. "All day long I've been doing what you want. It's your turn now."

"Gladly."

Pointing to the floor between her feet, she said, "Dinner time."

I knelt between her legs and lowered my head to her crotch. A heavy, musky scent almost overpowered a light floral scent. Not only had she showered, she had douched. She pushed her ass to the edge of the bed, then put her hands behind my head. Pulling me into her cunt, she said, "Lick your plate clean."

I eagerly complied. Her finger fucking had made her pussy hot and juicy. Burying my lips in hers, I tongued out her cunt as deep as I could go. After a few minutes of the delicious futility, I shifted north and, putting my lips around her bright red clit, started sucking. The effect was electrifying. Her thighs began quivering, and Debby began gasping out her joy. After a few minutes, she collapsed backwards onto the bed.

I rose and crawled onto the bed with her. Debby recovered rapidly and twisted around, head to toe. Straddling my face, she murmured, "Dessert," and bent down to engulf my hard dick with her lips. Sliding my hands up her thighs, I spread her pussy lips and she settled her cunt over my mouth. Debby came in an endless orgasm, her juices flooding onto my face. But she never stopped licking and sucking my cock until the jism finally exploded into her mouth. At one point, she gagged slightly, and some of my come dribbled out of her mouth. She licked and sucked it back off my dick.

We both sank into each others arms. I began to doze, when I felt her hands massaging my limp prick back to life. "Wanna try for the hat trick?" she said. I simply smiled, and she continued her hand job. "That should do it," she said when it was hot and hard again.

Drawing her legs up, she straddled my waist and lowered her twat onto the erection she continued to hold in her hands. Rocking forwards, she thrust her tits in my face. Taking the hint, I began sucking them, alternating, left, then right. Debby moaned. Supporting herself with one arm on the bed, she kept the other in our joined crotches, simultaneously rubbing my shaft and her clit. She was really juicy - the wet spot was going to be a new Great Lake. Finally, she came, her ass bouncing like a jackhammer. The incredible friction made me come like I thought she was going to blow off of me.

Laying on the bed afterwards, she slipped off the sandals. Smiling over at me, she said, "We gotta get rid of the kids the next weekend we want to do this all day."

Chest heaving, I could only agree. 

Chapter 4

"So what's the dress code for an orgy?" I asked Debby. "I haven't talked to Jerry since we had that dinner." The next day, Jerry had gone for a week to a convention. An accountant's convention, now that must be real fun. Then again, maybe I didn't know Jerry or accountants as well as I thought I had. And then the day he came back, I had a sales trip downstate, for a week. I had left it up to Debby to sort things out.

I was shaving as I asked, dressed in my bathrobe. Debby was taking a shower. She looked pretty good through the frosted glass door. You could see just enough to stay interested. She spoke up. "Supposed to be informal tonight. Wear slacks and a shirt. Carol says no underwear. They tend to get lost or mixed up."

"Informal tonight? You mean sometimes these things are formal?"

"Occasionally. Apparently the one around New Year's they make dressier. And in October the party is in costumes."

"Costumes?"

"Yeah. Halloween. Carol says last year Jerry dressed like a lumberjack, and she wore nothing but a red cape, red fishnet stockings, and red heels. You know, Little Red Riding Hood and the Woodsman."

"That would be interesting."

Debby turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. I watched as she dried herself off, and my cock stirred loose from the robe. Debby laughed and put on her robe. "Save it for later."

I snorted. "One thing puzzles me. With six women, odds are at least one of you is going to be on the rag."

"We're all on the pill and we synchronized."

"Huh?"

Debby shook her head and gave me her exasperated "Men!" look. "They hold these, uh, things, every four weeks. And all birth control pills have twenty-eight day cycles."

"So?"

"So, by ending a cycle early, you can induce an early period and change the cycle. Haven't you ever noticed that when we go away together, I'm never menstruating?"

"Uh, I guess not." Another look.

We left the bathroom to dress. I slipped on some khaki slacks, a light dress shirt, and some loafers. No socks, no shorts. Debby took forever trying to decide what to wear, before settling on a light sundress. Very pretty, it had a tube top with tiny straps that tied at the shoulders. Below the waist it hung loose to the knees. Excellent view of her cleavage, and easily lifted. I know. I've lifted it often. A personal favorite. She sat to put on some ankle strapped, high heeled sandals.

"How are my folks?" I asked. Earlier, Debby had taken the boys over to my parents for the weekend. We'd pick them up on Sunday, by which time my parents would be run ragged, and Debby and I would have fucked each other ragged.

"Oh, okay. Same as always." She looked up at me. "You'll never believe what I found at their place."

"What?"

"A vibrator! I mean, a dildo at your Mom's and Dad's!"

"Now where'd you find that? Snooping in their bedroom?"

"I'm serious! I was alone in the living room for a few minutes and sat on the couch. And I feel this hard something or other down in the cushions. So I pulled it out. I couldn't believe it!"

"So'd you return it to Mom? Here, Mom, you left this downstairs?" I laughed deeply.

"Very funny, wise guy. No, I heard her come back in and I stuffed it back down in the chair. Jimmy, it was huge. I mean, it was as big as any that we've got." She looked up at me as I smiled. "Well, you're taking this much better than I would have thought."

"What, that my parents have sex? Honey, where'd I come from, the stork?" I leaned back against my dresser and watched Debby dress. "Hey, I've known my parents fucked since I was Little Jimmy's age. They have a very active sex life. Very."

"I never would have guessed, to look at them."

I knew what she meant. Both are in their sixties, short and pudgy, wrinkled and gray. "I remember when I was fourteen, they took my sister and me to this cabin on a lake for a vacation. So one night, I couldn't sleep, you know, my occasional insomnia? And I heard them going at it real late. The walls were like tissue. They were being real vocal. Dad's telling her how to blow him, Mom's telling him how to eat him, they're both telling each other how to fuck. They really like sex!"

"God! You're kidding!"

"Nope. I was an asshole the next day. I mean, my father, sure, but my Mom? Never!" I laughed. "Then I figured out that I wouldn't be around otherwise, and said so what."

"Wow"

"One time my mother was talking to Sis. Dad was having some prostate trouble, and the doctor thought they might have to operate. So my sister the nurse tells her about the procedure, and about the odds for impotency. Mom just says, real quiet, 'We wouldn't like that.'"

Debby laughed at that. "He's all right, though."

"Oh, sure. Problem went away."

Debby stood and we went downstairs. She said, "I just can't see your parents screwing. Or mine. At least when Dad was alive."

I laughed again. "Yeah, well I saw your Mom last week."

"Oh? I talked to her yesterday, and she didn't say anything."

"She didn't see me."

"So why didn't you say hello? I thought you liked my mother?"

"I do." And I do. They say before you marry a woman, take a close look at her mother, because that's who'll she'll look like in twenty years. So Debby's going to look real nice. Debby's mom is only mid-fifties, and built like Debby. Nice legs, slim waist, big tits. Pretty face and has grayed quite nicely. "But she really wasn't in the mood for family." Debby's dad had died a few years previously, rather young.

"Why? Where was she?"

"In a bar."

"Huh?!"

"I was down in Salem. It was late, and I took the client out for drinks and dinner at the Holiday Inn. It must be about eight, and we're in the lounge, and I look up at a mirror, and who do I see? Your mom and some guy. Handsome fellow, I suppose, well dressed, around her age. And they're not paying attention to anyone else."

"No! Mom?!"

"She never saw me. Had on this red skirt and jacket, and a white blouse. The skirt buttons up the front. Well, loverboy puts his hand on her knees..."

"How'd you see this?" asked Debby.

"Like I said, in a mirror. They were in a booth, probably figured nobody could see. But I had a great shot under the table. Any way, he puts his hand on her knee? And she pops a few buttons on the skirt. His hand went sliding home. And then she puts one of her hands in his lap. She's stroking through his pants like crazy."

"God! I can't believe it, I mean, My mother!"

"Debby, you knew she dated since your Dad died? Right?"

"Yeah, but I guess I never went the next step."

"Well, your Mom ain't dead. She seemed to be having a fine old time."

"God! What happened next?"




The Swap Club



"They finished their drinks and Romeo showed her a room key. They got up and left. And get this. Your Mom wasn't wearing panty hose. She had on stockings, and no bra."

"How...?"

"I told you, the mirror. And when she went past on the way out, she didn't rebutton the skirt. I could see the garters and stocking tops. And the blouse was real thin. She was just bouncing away."

"Wow!"

Debby was quiet as we went out to the car. It was drizzling lightly, and we drove over. We drove in silence. I hoped I hadn't fucked up her view of her parents. I should have kept quiet. We pulled up outside Jerry and Carol's house.

"Look. I'm sorry I said anything."

Debby shook her head and looked at me, smiling. "It's okay. I just never thought of Mom and Dad that way. I hope she had fun." She leaned across the seat and kissed me lightly. "Ready?"

"I guess. Just remember. If you feel uncomfortable, or just want to go, say the word and we're gone."

"It's okay. Let's see what it's like." I walked her up the walkway with my hand on her ass, and felt thin lace panties under the dress. I looked at her quizzically.

Laughing, she said, "Last minute nerves." I laughed with her.

Jerry greeted us at the door. He was dressed like me, but with a sport coat on. Carol waved and came over. She was in a light silk chemise that came down to mid thigh, and heels. She kissed us both. Jerry steered me to the bar.

I literally stared at the scene. It was like nothing I had expected. "This is not what I thought it was going to be," I told Jerry.

He laughed. "What did you expect?"

"I don't know. Not this."

"What? Maybe a full blown orgy on the carpet?"

"Yeah. Or maybe just a scene from a Fellini movie. This looks just like a cocktail party."

Jerry laughed again. "It is! I told you. It's just like a cocktail party. Only it gets more personal."

"Well it's not there yet."

"The night is young."

I looked around. Most of the people I knew or was friends with. Dan and Cindy Loomis, the Sumners, Bob and Bobbi, Jeff Golden and Denise Haller, and a pair I didn't know, Ted and Alice West. One thing, though, all of the women wore skirts or dresses, and none wore a bra, that I could detect. I got Debby a drink, and we separated. Like every party, the men talked in one group, and the women in another.

At least initially. After about fifteen minutes Dan Loomis, a tall fellow with that blonde "surfer" look, split off from the guys and went over to the women. He whispered in the ear of Bobbi Sumner, a short, petite girl in a blouse and skirt, and then followed her down the hall. Then, I felt a tug at my arm.

"Could you give me hand in the library?" asked Carol.

"Sure," I said, and followed her down the steps.

Stupid me. I figured she needed some help. When we got there, she closed the door.

"What's the problem?"

Carol walked up to me, so close her chest touched mine. "I'm horny, and I need a good fuck," she said.

"Oh." So this is how it begins. What about Debby? Would I be able to come if she called? What if I fucked, and she didn't? A million thoughts ran through my mind before Carol called me back.

"I've seen you looking at me. Staring at me at the pool. Looking down my dress at the Christmas party," she whispered throatily to me. "Don't you want to see what you've been missing?"

"Uh..."

"Here. Give me your hands." Taking my hands, Carol lifted them to her breasts. The chemise showed a nice amount of cleavage, and while opaque, molded itself to her so that nothing was left to my imagination. She placed my sweaty palms on her tits, part on the fabric, part on her tits. She closed her eyes and moaned slightly. Her tits felt so warm and alive. "God, that's good. Wouldn't you like to see them?" Leaving my hands where they were, Carol moved her hands to the straps and slowly pulled them down off her shoulders. The fabric covering her breasts slipped beneath my fingers, until my hands were touching her naked tits.

They were huge. Big nipples, hard and firm. The chemise slipped down her body to the floor. I looked down. She was wearing nothing but thigh top stockings under the slip. Suddenly my mouth was excruciatingly dry.

"Um...um..."

"Here, have a seat." Carol pushed me down onto a couch, and sat beside me. "Why don't we make you more comfortable." She moved her hands to my pants and undid my belt. Unzipping my pants, she asked, "I think this is more comfortable. Don't you?"

"Um...ah..."

I felt like putty in her hands. No thoughts entered my mind except this gorgeous woman pulling my pants to my knees. My cock was certainly comfortable, though. It seemed to have a life of it's own, and was as rigid as I could ever remember it. It pointed at the ceiling.

Wordlessly, Carol straddled my erection and slowly lowered herself onto me. I felt as if I would explode at the warm, wet contact, but she slid her hands down and squeezed the base of my root and stopped my imminent climax. Then she began to rock back and forth, lifting off and sinking back slowly. She unbuttoned my shirt, and rubbed her massive mammaries against my chest. Although, Debby and I had often fucked this way at home, somehow this was different, wonderfully, delightfully different. My pelvis reacted without conscious thought, thrusting upward to meet her increasingly rapid descents. Minutes later, we came in a heated rush.

After a few moments resting against me, Carol hopped off my lap and stood. "Let's get back to the party." I zipped my pants again, tucking in my shirt, but leaving it unbuttoned. Taking my hand, she led me back upstairs. She left her dress in the library. What would Debby say?

Chapter 5

I was surprised to find the living room somewhat empty when we got upstairs. It seems that a number of people had paired off and were cavorting privately. I didn't know what to expect, and decided to watch and learn. 

My concerns about Debby were ungrounded. She was sitting in Jerry's lap in an armchair, watching Cindy, Jeff, and Alice. Jeff was seated on the center of the couch, while Cindy sat at his feet and Alice knelt beside him. Alice was a slim blonde, and had removed her shirt to reveal, small, perky breasts. Jeff was leaning over sucking those breasts, while he had one hand under her denim miniskirt. Alice's moans told where that hand was and what it was doing. Cindy, an average size redhead with a cute figure, had unwrapped her wrap skirt. Now, dressed only in her tube top, stockings and garters, and high heels, she was deep throating Jeff. His pants were around his ankles, and he had taken off his shirt.

Jerry was watching the trio also, but he had matters well in hand. Debby's shoulder straps had been untied and her tube top had been pushed down to her waist. In addition, her skirt had been raised above her hips. Jerry's pants were unzipped, and his prodigious member was erect and stuffed up Debby's twitching pussy. He had shoved her panties aside far enough to fuck her. One of her legs was over the arm of the chair, and the other rested on the floor. She leaned back against her partner and both were watching the group on the couch.

Cindy's ministrations had the expected effect on Jeff. Grunting, he began thrusting his hand hard under Alice's skirt as he exploded onto Cindy's tonsils. Alice gave a small shudder and cry, and clasped his head to her breasts.

The sight definitely turned on Debby. She reached down to her crotch with both hands and began rubbing Jerry's buried cock and exposed nuts. Her cunt was spasming as he gave a final thrust and came upwards into my wife.

We fucked in that position every once in a while, usually while watching a porno flick together. Watching her do it with another man, while they watched a live sex show, really turned me on. My cock immediately came to attention again, harder than before.


"Where's everybody else?" I quietly asked Carol. "By my calculations, there's one more man than woman, at the moment."

Looking thoughtful, Carol responded, "Hmmm...Denise has probably got two guys on board. She likes sandwiches. Get my drift?"

I certainly did. This made me even hornier, and I looked hungrily in my wife's direction. I wanted to fuck her in another man's come!

Carol saw my look and put a hand on my arm, stopping me. "We've got a small rule, of sorts. No fucking your own partner. It makes it that much more fun when you finally get them home." I smiled at her, and laughed.

Fortunately, Alice came over and joined us. She kissed my cheek and took my hand. Before we went down the hall, Carol stopped me and kissed me, also. "You're going to like this, Alice."

Alice and I walked out of the living room, and she led me to the kitchen. Placing her hands on the table, she checked it for strength. Satisfied, she turned around and hopped up on it. "Having fun, so far?" she asked.

"I must admit, I am."

"Good. Ted and I didn't know you and Debby, but everyone else thought you two would fit right in. We really hope you enjoy things."

"Oh, I think we can safely say that this is enjoyable."

Alice grinned broadly. "Yeah, I suppose we can say that." She leaned forward and tucked a finger in my belt. Tugging me forward, she unzipped my pants. "My, my. Now that's very interesting. Let's see just how enjoyable this can be." Alice scooted her ass forward on the table top. Popping the snaps holding her skirt together, she was instantly naked. She reached forward and wrapped both hands on my cock.

I didn't need any hints. Moving even closer, I took her in my arms and kissed her hard on the lips. Her tongue met mine, as we explored each other's mouths. Her hands stayed between us, on my dick and on her pussy. Reaching down, I took the shaft in my hand and began rubbing the head the length of her slit and over her clit. The effect was electrifying. Moaning and whimpering, Alice wrapped her arms around me. "Oh, God, fuck me! Please! Just fuck me!"

I continued to tease her with the head of my cock, and she continued to plead with me to put it all the way in. Finally, I had worked her to the point where she put both hands back to her crotch. Grabbing the now moistened cock, she wrapped her legs around my waist, and simultaneously pulled and pushed me inside her. With a tiny shudder, she came upon penetration. I could feel her hot juices as her cunt pulsed.

I placed one hand on her smooth back, and placed the other on her small breasts. While nowhere near as large as Debby's or Carol's, Alice's B cups had some attractive features. Very smooth, oversized nipples, very pointy and erect, no sag. The perfect breasts for those who believed that more than a mouthful is wasted. As I began to vigorously rub and massage the nipples, I began thrusting hard into her cunt. Alice gasped and responded with a passion. Her hands began scratching and rubbing my cock as it bucked and plunged. Her legs tightened on my waist, and I felt wonderfully trapped. She began panting and gasping out, "Harder! Faster!" The table squeaked in time with my thrusts. 

Finally, as her cunt spasmed a second time for me, I could stand it no longer. Legs weakening, I gave several weak thrusts and pumped a full load up her snatch. She sealed the orgasm with a deep kiss.

***

It was almost with a sigh of relief that I sank into Jerry's living room couch. I couldn't remember the last time I had come so often in such a short time. After Alice, Bobbi Sumners had dragged me back to the spare bedroom. After a delightful 69, in which we both came, I had rolled on top of her for a plain but excellent fuck. She's a small girl, but very well built for all that, and is really good in the sack.

By the time we crawled off the bed and back out the open door, Cindy Loomis and Dan Loomis invited us into the den. They were looking for some action where they could both watch the other get fucked. Cindy had removed her tube top by now, and Dan was buff naked. Neither had tan lines. Bobbi immediately agreed, and the two women stood next to each other in front of a mirrored buffet. Spreading their legs, they bent at the waist, and leaned forward. I unzipped yet again, and standing next to Dan, plunged into my partner from the rear. The sight of the two of us, vigorously ramming it doggy style to the two women and watching their tits sway in the mirror in identical fashion, was exhilarating. Both women are similar in size, being short, with nice legs, cute asses, and are fairly well stacked for their sizes. Dan and Cindy talked to each other the entire time, telling how big or tight it felt, how hot and horny they were, how much they enjoyed seeing the other one get screwed. Weird in a way. Despite the strangeness, however, I enjoyed the fuck immensely, and came copiously when Cindy clamped her pussy tight on me.

But I think it was beginning to catch up to me. Both Carol and Alice had given me blow jobs later, and I was feeling totally fucked out. I collapsed on the couch, followed moments later by an equally bedraggled Jeff. We both had our pants on, although our shirts were off. Funny thing. While the women rapidly stripped down, and tended to stay that way, most of the men pulled their pants back on afterwards. When I mentioned it to Debby the next day, she said it was a good thing, otherwise we'd stick to the furniture. But I wonder. Is that the real reason?

"Thank God we only do this once a month," he said to me. "I don't think I could handle more than that."

"No shit! I'll need to buy vitamins and Wheaties."

Jeff laughed for a moment. "How do you like the party?" he asked.

"Wow! I mean, I don't quite know what to say," I said. Debby and Denise came into the room from downstairs. They came over and flopped down on the rug at our feet. Debby's dress had joined her panties in a pile in the corner. Denise still wore a shirt, Jeff's, open to the waist. Otherwise, the only thing they were wearing were high heels and smiles. "I'm not even sure what to do!" The threesome laughed.

"No, really!" I protested. "I have never before in my life done anything even remotely like this." I turned to Debby. "You know me. You knew me before we got married. I've had lots of women, I mean, I was even seeing girls during our engagement. I've told you all that. But nothing like this!"

Jeff laughed some more. "It's just a cocktail party. It just gets more, well, personal." He smiled.

"So Jerry told me."

"No, really. I mean, take your standard cocktail party. A bunch of people standing around getting drunk and eating bad, cold canapés. But what's really going on?" Jeff arched his eyebrows. "What's really going on is that all the guys are watching the women. Looking down a dress top, trying to peek up a skirt. And they're doing the same. Looking at your crotch, seeing if your pants are tight."

"And the interesting ones? The ones you and your wife talk about the entire next week? Those are the ones where some husband gets tanked and makes a pass at another guy's wife. Or wifey gets a little too tight, and hubby has too drag her off the table before the skirt comes off. We just sort of take it the next logical step. The pass gets accepted and the skirt comes off."

We all laughed at that. "So what's the etiquette at an orgy?" More laughter.

"Etiquette is always the same, in any social situation. And if this ain't social nothing is. Speaking professionally, I can give a few basic rules." Debby and Denise giggled at this. Jeff wrote an advice column under the byline "Ask Aunt Sara" for the local paper.

"Politeness is always in style. One, always ask permission. Mind you, this doesn't apply to the girls. They seem to be able to get away with just grabbing a guy's balls and saying 'Fuck me'. But we gotta ask. Mind you, there's exceptions to every rule."

"Last month we hosted, and it just happened to be Denise's thirtieth birthday. So before the party, I put cushions on the coffee table. I blindfolded her and tied her naked on the table. I just left her parked in the middle of the living room, and any man who wanted just plowed in, any time he felt like it."

"You didn't?" said Debby.

Blushing, Denise nodded and said, "Yep. I couldn't even tell who it was. They didn't talk. These guys didn't just fuck me. I had to blow them, too. A couple knelt over my chest and titfucked me and came on my face. Once, they let me up to go pee. And kept my hands tied. I had to blow somebody while peeing. Then they tied me back to the coffee table, this time face down."

"No," said Debby.

"Then I took it in the ass." For all of Denise's blushing, her breathing became more rapid, and her nipples really perked up. I glimpsed Debby's hand move slowly to her crotch. Maybe we'd have to do that sometime.

"Anyway. Two, please and thank you go a long way. It's not just 'wham, bam, thank you ma'am'." Warming to the subject, Jeff continued. "Three. Like at any good party, mingle. Try to screw all the women, not just one or two. They do appreciate the attention." Denise and Debby really giggled at his comment. "Be sure to screw the host or hostess, so they know you enjoyed the party. If you can't bring wine, crotchless panties are an acceptable substitute. Fourth, this is not a football game. Do not pat the other men on the ass. High-fives after successfully scoring are okay, if a bit gauche. And don't smoke a cigarette afterwards, unless the host and hostess allow it."

I laughed deeply. Any lingering nervousness I had felt vanished. "So none of the guys go both ways, then."

"Not unless you're the first."

"What about the women?" asked Debby.

"Usually not, but it's not unheard of. Denise and Alice occasionally swing that way." Denise blushed and nodded. "Of course, I've always felt that the only thing better than lesbian sex is watching." We both laughed and high-fived.

With the talk and the rest break, I felt a second wind returning. Or perhaps, a third wind. I looked down to where Denise lounged at our feet. Boy, she had big hooters. Almost as big as Debby's. "So it would be proper if I politely asked Denise to please suck me off?"

Jeff grinned, and said, "Assuredly."

I didn't even have to ask Denise, who rose to her knees before me. Jeff looked questioningly at Debby, who also smiled and rose to her knees. The two women unzipped our pants and pulled them down. Denise looked over at Debby, and said, "Race you."

Debby looked at me and smirked. I'd had a lot of women before we got married, going back to junior high school, and nobody has ever matched Debby at blow jobs. She had told me once that she really got turned on sucking cock, coming as her man did. She loved the feeling of power she got when a man twice her size was reduced to a whimpering idiot by her lips. Sometimes, when she had her period, when we were alone, she would go the entire time topless, blowing me whenever I looked funny. God knows she had turned me into a whimpering idiot often enough.

Both women bent to their labors. And it wasn't even a contest. For one thing, Jeff wasn't as well equipped as I was. Nothing wrong, mind you, he was merely average. Debby had long experience with an extra few inches. And Denise simply wasn't up to Debby's level of expertise. Her teeth tended to nip a little too much, her tongue action was minimal, and she seemed limited to a plain up-and-down Hoover action. Jeff popped after only minutes.

Debby licked her lips and looked over at Denise. "Want to know what really gets Jimmy going?" Denise, too polite to talk with her mouth full, simply grunted out a mumbled 'uh, huh'. "Put a finger in your pussy, and get it good and wet."

Denise moved a hand into and up her cunt. I knew what was coming and felt myself move closer to orgasm. 

"Now, take your finger, and slowly stick it up his ass...That's it...Carefully...Watch the nails...Now, really suck, hard."




The Swap Club



I came. I blew. I exploded. Jeff watched in fascination as my hips bucked, pouring an endless stream of jism down Denise's throat. "Wow!" he said. "Honey, you're going to have to remember that!"

Denise allowed my now limp member to drop from her jaws. "Now, make sure you lick everything off," finished Debby. Denise bent down again and licked the lingering come off my cock. Then she looked up and smiled at Debby, and they gave each other high-fives. Jeff and I both laughed at them. 

Chapter 6

The party, or whatever, broke up shortly after the dueling blow jobs. Debby and I dragged our sorry selves home, and despite the information that it'd be better to fuck each other, we literally collapsed on our bed and fell asleep.

I awoke first, late in the morning. I thought about a wake up screw, but decided I really needed a shower first. I felt covered with dried juices, sort of sticky and crusty. The hot water felt great, and I stood under the spray quite a while.

When I got out, Debby had awoken and seemed to feel the same. After a perfunctory kiss, she whispered, "Later," and stepped under the still running stream. Through the glass I could see her really scrubbing.

I put some old gym shorts on, and got out an outfit for Debby. Then I went down to put on some coffee and make some toast. I had finished and sat down in my lounger, when I heard Debby go into the kitchen. From the sounds, I could tell she, too, was dining on toast and coffee. Then she came into the den.

"Can I get you anything else, sir?"

I looked her over. The outfit I had selected determined her choice of words. She was dressed simply. Very long, sheer black, thigh top stockings went up her long legs, almost touching her crotch. Her feet were strapped into slim black shoes with five inch heels. Otherwise, she was naked, except for a tiny, white lace apron. The apron tied behind her back, and hid her trim blonde pubic hairs only by the most vivid imagination.

I studied her for a few minutes. She maintained an erect, expectant posture, as a proper servant should. Then I motioned towards my coffee cup. "More, please."

"Of course, sir." She leaned at the waist slowly, giving me a good view of big tits swinging in my face, and then slowly picked up the cup and saucer. She sauntered from the room, her buns in a fascinating figure eight motion.

She returned and set down my cup in the same fashion. Slowly, I picked up the cup and sipped. Nodding, I indicated my acceptance.

"Any other way I can serve you, sir?"

Looking her over again, I reached down to the waist of my shorts. Grasping the elastic firmly, I pulled them off my bulging organ and tucked them down below my balls.

Studying my erection, Debby said, "Yes, sir. Orally, vaginally, or anally?"

Pretending to ponder, I waited a moment, and then said, "Um, your mouth, I think. Yes, your mouth. We'll save the rest for later."

"Very good, sir."

Debby knelt between my spread legs and proceeded to give me a world class mouthfuck. Oh, man, I thought, this was even better than last night! After bringing me to the brink at least three times, Debby took her mouth off and looked up at me. "Would you like me to titfuck you as well, sir?"

I gurgled out an appropriately pompous agreement, and she stuffed my wet cock between her mounds. Clasping them there with both hands, she bounced her tits up and down around my cock, sucking the head every time it approached her lips. This time she let me come, licking up the come shooting out of my cock. Some dribbled onto her tits, which she wiped up with her fingers, licking them off.

The rest of the day passed this way. Debby was the ever attentive servant, and I was a very attentive master. I fucked her several times, had a box lunch, and got her off twice with nipple massages.

That evening, Debby put on a very revealing dress, very low cut and lots of slits well up her thighs, and I took her out to dinner. We went parking out at the reservoir, where I did her twice in the back seat. Then home again, for a fairly normal screw in bed.

The next morning, my parents brought the boys back. Debby didn't laugh when they said they needed a long nap that afternoon, because the boys wore them out.

***

The rest of the month passed in a similar fashion. It seemed as if every night, Debby put on a different nightie and we fucked at least twice. If either's spirits seemed to flag, a subtle mention of the party made the hormones race. Weekends we slept late, not sleeping, but sucking and fucking. It seemed as if most nights Debby went braless, and I took to taking my shorts off as soon as I got home. Occasionally, dinner was a few minutes late as she helped me remove them.

Most evenings Debby wore dresses and skirts, and after the boys went to bed, would do me in the family room. She'd simply lift her skirt and whisper, "Fuck me," as she unzipped my pants. Even her period didn't seem to slow her down. One night, she came downstairs dressed in tight white hot pants that were so tiny they seemed little more than zippered denim panties, white high-heeled sandals, and an absolutely transparent white blouse tied at her waist. She put a porno tape on the VCR and blew me as I watched. Then she untied the blouse and blew me again. Then she took the blouse off and titfucked me. At this point I began to run out of steam, so Debby put in a different dirty movie, pulled my pants completely off, and began slowly licking my entire crotch. She really cleaned my balls and cock, getting it hard again, before she sucked me off a fourth time!

I finally had enough. Standing on wobbly legs, I led the way to bed. Hoping to drop into a deep sleep, I was pleasantly disappointed when she pushed her shorts down her hips and bent at the waist. Looking over her shoulder at me, she told me I couldn't put it in her cunt, but she'd really get off if I assfucked her. She was truly hot and tight. While my performance couldn't have been my best, Debby seemed to appreciate the effort considerably. I, of course, damn near fell asleep at the office the next day.


Finally, the day of the next party arrived. I was going to wear pretty much the same outfit I had worn before, slacks, shirt, and loafers. No socks, no shorts. Tonight, Debby wore a long, cotton, tee-shirt dress that buttoned from the low cut neckline to the hem, high heels, and no panties this time. She had already showered and dressed when the doorbell rang. As I climbed into the shower, she told me she had asked Jenny to pick up a pizza for herself and the boys, and went down to say hello and get the boys settled.

I was pulling my pants on when Debby came back into our bedroom and locked the door. I looked over at her quizzically, as she sat on the bed, and she said, "I want to start a new tradition. We didn't have the energy to screw afterwards, and we're not supposed to screw each other at the party." She began unbuttoning the top of her dress. "So I want you to fuck me now, before the party."

Grinning, I dropped my pants back to the floor and stepped out of them. The invitation, and sight of my wife's immense breasts had gotten me quite hard. Reaching down, I pulled her dress, still buttoned below the waist, above her hips. Pushing her back on the bed, I stepped between her wide spread thighs and plunged in. "I like tradition," I said.

"Hard and fast, Jimmy! Fuck me hard and fast!" she moaned into my ear.

Whether it was because of the impending orgy, or the fact that the neighbor's daughter was downstairs, or simply innate horniness, Debby was really hot and juicy. Wrapping her arms around my back and her legs around my waist, she drew me tightly into her. The dress, tight and somewhat stretchy, pulled back, and her rock hard nipples ground into my chest. I put my hips into high speed action and we moaned quietly to a very intense and wet orgasm. After a few moments lying together, we stood, and Debby dried our crotches with my towel. Finishing dressing, we rushed downstairs.

Jenny was dressed in another set from her apparently endless supply of cutoffs and white tee shirts. No bra. Hmmm? Debby had told her we would be late. Perhaps she had lined up some couch action for after the boys went to sleep. Or 'studying' as my high school girlfriends used to call it. Of course the only thing I had been studying had been their tits and cunts. She did have nice tits, for jailbait.

Jeff and Denise lived in a newer section of the neighborhood, a few miles away. We got there about fifteen minutes late, getting lost in a seeming rabbit's warren in the process. But we were in good company. Dan and Cindy pulled up moments after us, and we walked up the path together.

We rang the bell several times, and were wondering whether the party was cancelled, when Jeff opened the door. Barefoot and shirtless, he smiled and let us in. "We kinda got started early," he explained. "Come on, I just finished the entertainment center. We're down there, watching movies."

He led us down into what had once been a basement, stopping once in the kitchen and getting us all some cold beers. "There's more downstairs, of course." Then he took us downstairs.

The four of us stopped and stared as we entered the room. The room had been really done up nicely. New carpet, a wet bar against one wall, a big wide screen TV against the far wall, a monster stereo, new furniture. But what we stopped and stared at was the hot and heavy action going on all around us.

A J-shaped sectional couch was centered in the room, the base of the J facing the TV. The five foot screen showed a five foot blow job, as a hard core movie was in the tape player. Seated at the base of the J was Carol, sitting between Ted and Bob. The two men were lounged back, shirts open, pants around their knees, legs up on the coffee table before them. Carol was also lounged back, wearing nothing but high heels, stockings, and a garter belt, her legs wide spread and draped over the two men. In each hand she was stroking an erection, and Bob and Ted reciprocated with their hands in and on her pussy. All three were staring at the movie and breathing heavily.

Denise and Alice were between the coffee table and the television, on the floor, and oblivious to the film. Both were stark naked and in a heated sixty-nine, Denise laying on her back, and Alice kneeling over her. They both were slurping noisily.

On the long side of the J, Jerry sat in the center of the sofa. He too was shirtless, with his pants around his ankles. Bobbi, a sundress pulled both down and up to her waist, sat in his lap, facing away from him. Her thigh top stocking clad thighs were wide spread, and his massive dick was deep in her cunt. Like Debby, she was wearing high heeled sandals. Jeff grinned at us, and walked over to them. Standing before the coupling couple, he undid his pants and stuck his erect organ in her face. Far from disconcerted, she leaned forward and proceeded to begin sucking him, bouncing on Jerry's erection as she did so.

"Wow!" whispered Cindy. Coming out of my daze, I could only mutter agreement. I led her to the other side of the sectional, and I sank into a large armchair at the end. Cindy plopped down into my lap and swung her legs up over the side, so she was laying across my lap. I took a good swig of my beer and looked her over. She was really cute tonight, wearing a sort of light wrap dress that came to mid thigh. Or did when standing. Now, with her legs over the arm of our chair and her high heels pointed at the threesome, it slid down to her crotch. Her nipples poked her top up, and quite a bit of very nice cleavage showed.

Cindy took a healthy swallow of beer and watched me look her over. Silently, she rubbed the condensation off the bottle onto her nipples, and they seemed to spring even further upright, pushing on the now wet fabric. Then she ran the bottle down between her thighs, spreading the wrap apart, and resting for a moment on her very trim bush, before taking another drink. I took another sip, and then switched the bottle to my other hand. My first hand I slipped between her thighs. She parted them slightly, and I slid my middle finger up inside her tight little pussy, as my thumb rubbed her clit.

Cindy sipped her beer quietly, her eyes closed and her back arching. I continued to look around the room as I absentmindedly fingered her. Denise and Alice had switched positions, with Denise now on top of a reclining Alice. Jeff was still being sucked by Bobbi, still fucking Jerry, same way as before, but perhaps more energetically, if possible. She was really bouncing and sucking now. The threesome had finished their mutual masturbation and had gotten more adventurous. Ted was stretched out on the couch, with Carol straddling him, his cock up her cunt. Bob had taken his pants off completely and was kneeling behind Carol, and was in the process of inserting his hard, red cockhead into her ass.

I looked over at the bar, and was surprised to see Debby and Dan still dressed and apparently talking. But a closer look revealed that Dan had popped a button in the middle of Debby's dress and one of his hands was working furiously at my wife's crotch. And Debby wasn't talking, she was moaning. One hand was gripping, white-knuckled, her beer bottle, as the other attempted, haltingly, to undo his buttons and zipper. She was less successful than Dan, as before she could finish with his pants, she grabbed his hand with both of hers and shook all over. Finally, she collapsed on the bar stool for a moment, Dan's hand still inside her dress and thighs, then she damn near ripped her dress off and sank to her knees before him. Dan popped open his jeans, and she wolfed down the erect cock before her.

My actions on Cindy had the desired effect. Eyes still closed, her back suddenly arched so hard she lifted off my lap. Gasping, she screamed, loud enough so that Dan, Denise, and Jerry looked over at us before turning back to their partners. I continued this pleasant torment for several minutes and then removed my sopping hand. Cindy sank back down on my lap, breathing heavily, and I had another drink. Then I set down my empty bottle and turned all my attentions to her.

Reaching down, I untied the ties holding the front together, and slipped the thin straps from her shoulders. She leaned forward and I stripped the dress from her pliant body. "Lift up a moment," I asked. Cindy, now wearing only her sandals, lifted off my lap, and I unzipped my pants and pushed them halfway down my thighs. As she lowered herself back to my lap, I reached between her thighs again, and guided my straining member inside her pussy. My cock, moments before uncomfortably lodged down a pants legs, was now quite comfortably lodged to the hilt in her hot, wet box. Cindy sighed in pleasure, and brought her legs together and crossed them at the ankles, trapping me within. I concentrated on pinching and rolling between my fingers her now sweaty nipples, as she unbuttoned my shirt. Her pussy kept up a delightful squeezing action around my trapped dick. By now I was completely ignoring the actions around us. After several minutes, she began to arch her back and straighten her legs, starting a bouncing motion which pulled at my embedded organ. God, I was going to have to teach Debby this one! I grunted heavily as we came together. Even afterwards, my now flaccid dick seemed imprisoned, wondrously so.

My cock rapidly lengthened again, and I thought that Cindy was going for a repeat. Instead, she waited to it was full length and throbbing, then uncrossed her legs and stood up. The swiveling action as she turned away almost made me come in itself. Then, facing me, she kissed my cheek and gave my engorged cock a playful tug. "Variety is the spice of life, sweetie," she said, and sauntered across the room. Oh, God! All I could do was groan with frustration.

Lucky me, Alice saw and heard my moan. She crawled over to me, leaving Denise to find her own man. "Looking for a good time, sailor?"

"A blow job would earn my eternal gratitude," I replied. She giggled and knelt in front of me.

"I'll remember that some day when I need my pussy licked," Alice responded. And then she bent to her task.

I had almost forgotten just how good a blow job Alice could give. Around us partners and patterns changed, but I didn't notice. Her tongue felt like a snake, swirling and twirling around my root. She sucked like I had stuck my dick in the vacuum cleaner. I thought blood would pop out, and I knew my jism would. She tugged my pants down my legs and off my feet, then spread my legs wide. Her long red fingernails scratched and caressed my aching balls. And all the while, her head was moving like a jackhammer. If it was possible, she'd be a sure candidate for fellatio whiplash. I came. Big time. It never even touched her tonsils, just pumped straight down her throat. She never gagged once.

Better than Debby? Maybe not. One of these parties I'd have to let them duke it out for the championship. Or suck it out, I should say.

Chapter 7

By the time the first fevered frenzy ended, so did the movie. Ted slipped another flick into the VCR, and everyone settled back to quietly fondle and watch.

Now, let's face it. These things are not going to win Oscars. They're not 'Gone With The Wind'. I mean, they're not even up to 'Plan Nine From Outer Space'. After all, if these people could act, they be acting, right?

Still, there's gradations even among porn movies. The better ones have at least some level of plot, and a script consisting of more than just dubbed in moans. The cast has met certain minimum standards for physical attractiveness. And it doesn't look like Junior did it with Dad's HandyCam for a grade school project.

And then there was this bomb. How it ever saw the light of day, I'll never know. I'm not sure I want to know.

After about five minutes of steadily declining quality, several of the guys complained and demanded it be yanked. But, almost en masse, the girls loudly cried to keep it going. They were having a blast! They were laughing to bust a gut!

Now, I've often watched dirty movies with women. Debby and I rent one every couple of weeks, and watch it after the kids go to bed. Hell, we even made one once. But for us it was simply a form of visual foreplay. We'd watch and play with each other, and then fuck towards the middle or end. We rarely saw the entire thing.

The women were just shrieking with laughter! "...look! She can't even get it up!...who moans like that?...those aren't love handles, they're spare tires...he's got to hold it or it'll go limp!...yeah, right, a bikini and an C-section scar...Christ, if they had put in any more silicone she'd fall over..."

For a second I thought it was just me. Maybe I was just too dumb to figure it out. But I looked around the room and met incredulous stares from the other guys. Without question, all the men had been transported to the Twilight Zone. And the women to the Comedy Club.

"...men are such pigs!...I wouldn't touch our mailman with a ten foot pole...that's not a cock, it's a mutation!...who'd get a tattoo there?...well, no wonder! She's so coked up she couldn't remember the lines with the script in her hands...and clapped up to boot..."

Thank heavens the abomination was as mercifully short as it was mercilessly bad. But all the women loved it. After a final rousing chorus of "Men are such pigs!" they trooped off together to the bathroom. The remaining six of us were left, simply staring at each other, with dicks and dignity wilting.

The party resumed shortly thereafter. And the wait was worth it. The girls had all washed up and redone their makeup and hair. And Alice had everyone strip, and had loaned them matching thigh top stockings to go with their heels. They were intensely eager by the time they came back. But they selected the films the rest of the night.




The Swap Club



***

We got home around one or so. I paid Jenny and watched as she crossed the street and went home. When I came back in, Debby had gone upstairs. I did a fast check on the house and followed her. Didn't find any evidence of 'studying'. Maybe I was wrong. Or maybe not. What would constitute evidence?

Debby had simply collapsed on the bed. She looked up when I said I was going to take a fast shower and nodded. But by the time I came out, she was sound asleep. I left her as she was, crawled in on my side, and was sleeping inside of five minutes. At least we had fucked before the party, if not after.

I woke the next morning to an empty bed and the sound of Debby showering. I rolled over sleepily, hoping she'd want to crawl back in with me. When I heard the bedroom door open and close, I realized my luck was shot. Gotta feed the boys. Fuck it, I could use the sleep.

I slowly awoke from a wonderful dream involving Miss November and a blow job to the realization it wasn't quite a dream. Looking down, I saw Debby kneeling on the bed sucking my early morning erection. She had pulled the covers completely off of me. She looked up and smiled. "I told the boys that if they wanted to live beyond today, they'd keep quiet and watch cartoons. And if they didn't, we wouldn't visit my Mom today."

Debby for sure hadn't worn her present outfit down to feed the boys. Bright red crotchless panties and a bright red transparent nightshirt. She took me in her mouth again, and I stretched out and put my hands behind my head and watched. Yes, Alice was great. But Debby was even better. Familiarity does not always breed contempt. In this case it bred proficiency.

After several minutes of passive, but pleasant, watching, Debby swung her body upwards along the bed. She lay on her side, still doing me, and lifted a thigh, giving me a great shot of her wet, pink cunt. I moved one arm down and began fingering her squeaky clean clit. A slight shudder went through her body, and a low moan passed her cock filled lips, and she stuck a finger up my ass. Needless to say, I exploded in her mouth.

After licking me clean, Debby crawled up and collapsed half on my chest. One hand stayed on my cock, idly stroking, as she slowly licked my nipples. Yeah, I know, some guys get turned on by this. Not me. But women are always doing this in the movies and romance novels, and I guess she figures it's sort of automatic. But how do you tell something as stupid as that to a woman who's really trying to get you going. I think she really believe it works, and it's not because she's usually jerking me off or fucking me that has me hard. Like her jerking me off now was getting me hard again. I suppose she feels the same way about something I do to her. Honesty is not always the best policy, and ignorance can be bliss.

Debby drew her legs up and knelt. Straddling me, she used both hands to spread apart the panties and her pussy lips, and slowly sank onto my rigid shaft. She kept both hands on her clit and began slowly rocking back and forth.

Her nipples were rock hard, protruding a full inch from her gently swaying D cup breasts. I reached up and unbuttoned the nightshirt. It fell from her shoulders, down her arms, and stopped on her forearms. Her hands never left our joined crotches. I moved the shirttails behind her hips. I put both hands behind my head again to watch.

Her long fingers slipped down to rub my cock, while her thumbs stayed glued to her prominent clit. And she began whispering to me, about how she had enjoyed the party. About how turned on she had been watching me fuck all those other women. And about how much she had enjoyed being fucked by all the guys. She recounted the number of times she had come with each of them in a really graphic way. And all the while she rocked atop me, tits swaying, pussy twitching and clamping around me. Finally, I could stand no more and, after God alone knows how long, my hips bucked up towards her and I spewed into her.

Debby slipped off the nightshirt and, once again, collapsed onto my chest with one hand on my cock. But this time we were both worn out. Her breathing deepened to sleep and I dozed off too, as my come soaked nuts tightened in the morning cool.

***

We drove down to Salem right after lunch. On waking the second time, I had Debby kneel on the bed while I did her from behind, a fast, short, vigorous screw we both enjoyed tremendously. The final act of an excellent night.

Debby's mom, Elizabeth, had invited us down for the night, saying she had an important announcement to make. No matter how much Debby had whined and wheedled, her mother refused to explain further, so we packed up the Daring Duo and off we went.

Debby's mother didn't say anything at all even after we got there. She just said we were all going to dinner at a really nice place in town, and it would have to wait till then. While her daughter wasn't too pleased, I simply shrugged my shoulders and waited.

We all drove over in my car and got to the place around sevenish. I wore a suit and Debby wore a pretty, if demure, dress. The boys had been forced into hated ties. The surprise came when Elizabeth took off her coat. She was dressed much less conservatively than her daughter. She had on a skin tight black and silver outfit, knee length, but with a fair sized slit up one thigh. Nice legs. Showed quite a bit of cleavage, too, and I doubted if she could be wearing a brassiere. I was sure the straps would show. Nice tits, too. Thirty six C cups, at least. For once, Debby showed a poker face.

Elizabeth looked around, seemingly for someone else, but didn't see anyone. She continued to look at the entrance even after we sat at our table. Finally, after about fifteen minutes, her face brightened considerably, and she stood. She almost skipped to the foyer, and brought a man to the table, her arm wrapped in his.

Holy shit! It was Romeo! In the uniform of a major general in the Army, no less!

"I'm sorry, Elizabeth. I had a Congressional delegation at my office late. I didn't even have time to change."

"Anthony Rider, I'd like you to meet my daughter, Deborah. And this is her husband, James. And their sons, James and Brian."

We all shook hands, Brian rather reluctantly. I was rather stunned by my recognition of the fellow Elizabeth had obviously screwed that night at the Holiday Inn. Debby figured it out when he looked at me funny and asked if we had ever met.

Snapping out of it, I shook my head and said, "No, I don't think so. But I come down here every couple of months on business. Maybe you saw me around town?" Now it was Debby's turn to be shocked.

Elizabeth explained that she had met the general in town near the Army base.

"Yes, we sort of ran into each other," he said dryly.

"Now you know it was your car which ran into mine!" Elizabeth protested.

"Of course, my dear," Anthony replied. "You're obviously right." He rolled his eyes and we all laughed.

The boys were fascinated by the Army officer. Brian wanted to know if he had killed anybody and Little Jimmy wanted to know what all his medals were for. Anthony simply smiled and said his medals were for paperwork.

"Not quite, General," I interrupted. "Unless I'm very much mistaken, that's a Distinguished Service Cross, a Silver Star, two Bronze Stars, and three Purple Hearts." Military medalry is a hobby of mine.

He looked at me sharply and coldly. But then his eyes took on a far away look, and a sad smile crossed his face. "A long time ago, in a far away place." He was quiet for a moment. "Better men deserved more and received less."

I knew what he meant. Also present were campaign ribbons for Vietnam.

Elizabeth broke the mood with an imperious question. "Anthony! You never told me you'd been wounded?"

"Nicked, my dear, just nicked. They handed these things out for cutting yourself on your beer can."

Over dinner, Anthony explained that he was retiring from the Army this winter. "I've seen one big war and too many small ones. Oh, I suppose I could stay in and push paper at some dismal base in Lower Slobbovia. But why? It's a young man's game..."

"You're not old, Anthony. That would imply that I'm old," laughed Elizabeth.

He chuckled, and said to her, "No, just not young anymore." Turning back to Debby and me, he continued. "And after I met Elizabeth, I couldn't see losing her. So I'll put in my papers and settle down here."

"Doing what?" asked Debby.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe some consulting. Write a book. Who knows? I mean, generals get pretty good pensions these days. We won't starve."

"We?" Debby asked.

"That's why I asked you here," said Elizabeth. "Anthony and I are going to get married."

It got hectic there for a few minutes. First Debby gave a stunned gasp, then both she and her mother were hugging and crying. Just as they settled down, Anthony pulled out a ring and slipped it on Elizabeth's hand, and the madness started again. I smiled a lot and congratulated the couple, and kept the boys in line. Little Jimmy thought it was kind of neat, figuring that such an ancient couple would marry before moving to a retirement home or some such. Brian just thought it was all real mushy.

The excitement got to the boys shortly thereafter. Little Jimmy started getting quite fidgety. Brian fell asleep in his chair, bolt upright, and snoring loudly, to the vast amusement of the nearby tables. Elizabeth told us to go home without her, as her fiancée had promised to take her dancing after dinner. With me carrying the youngest, we left the hand-holding pair. 

Chapter 8

We got the boys back to Debby's mom's place without trouble. We put them to bed and had some coffee while watching the late news, and then went to bed ourselves. We were staying in a spare bedroom across the hall from her mother's room, and the boys were in Debby's old room.

We crawled into bed expecting to go right to sleep. Debby was in an old cotton tee shirt and I was in my shorts. I certainly wasn't figuring to screw Debby in her Mom's house. But, somehow, when Debby leaned into me to kiss me good night, the kiss became somewhat extended. And so I leaned into her and kissed her again, a bit more lingeringly. She returned the favor with another kiss, this time slipping me some tongue.

Well, I can take a hint. I wrapped my arms around her back and responded with my own tongue. In no time at all, I was licking and kissing her neck and ears, as she slowly moaned into mine. I'm not sure who undressed whom first. Very shortly we were naked, with me on top and Debby's legs around my waist, in a slow, leisurely fuck. Debby orgasmed twice, quietly but intensely, whimpering into my ear, before I finally gave the final thrust and came.

We lay back in each other's arms, caressing the other, when we heard the front door open and close. Elizabeth lived in a large, old, but carefully refurbished, Victorian house. Voices came up through a ventilation grate, faintly but clearly.

"You can't come upstairs tonight, Anthony. The children are staying over tonight. Let's go in the parlor, instead."

Debby stiffened in my arms. She had heard her mother as clearly as I had, and understood the implication as had I. Her mother was telling her boyfriend they couldn't screw in her bedroom, so they had to do it downstairs!

I sat up and looked around the room. In the moonlight, I could see the grate by the wall. I turned back to my wife and, putting a finger to my lips, took her hand. I pulled her upright.

"What are you doing?" she whispered to me.

"Sshhh. Let's listen." I tugged her off the bed towards the grate.

"We cant'!" she whispered back. But her protest seemed rather feeble. And then stopped on hearing the conversation from below. The parlor was directly under our room, and the voices carried quite clearly up through the grating.

"Can I get you some coffee, Anthony?" her mother said.

"No, but you can get out of that dress."

Debby gave a quiet gasp, but the other couple never noticed.

"Why, Anthony? I've heard about you soldiers. Why, if I was standing here in only my stockings and heels, you'd want to push me onto the couch, throw my legs in the air, and ravish me!"

"What an excellent idea, my dear."

The next sound we heard was a long zipper being pulled down.

"Have I told you lately, just how beautiful you are, my dear? How I love your tits? Your thighs? How I like it when you shave your pussy?"

Debby was stock still, flabbergasted at the words. I was grinning madly. So her mom shaved her cunt? Cool! I turned back to the bed and pulled a comforter and two pillows off the bed. I handed the pillows to Debby, which woke her from her daze, and spread the comforter on the floor near the grate. I quietly sat down on the quilt, and pulled Debby down next to me. She placed the pillows near the grate, and we both lay face down on our elbows, listening for more.

Anthony had apparently disrobed also, for the next words were from Elizabeth.

"Why, Anthony, erect again? I thought that blow job I gave you in the car had tired you out?"

"My forces have regrouped and are ready for a fresh assault. Now, what did you say soldiers did?...First I push you onto the couch..." We hear a squeak from the cushions of a couch. "Then I throw your legs up into the air...Like this?...And then ravish you?" Elizabeth responded with gasps and moans.

My cock, minutes ago limp as a wet noodle, was achingly hard by now. Listening to Debby's mom start fucking was a real turn on! Silently, I knelt behind Debby. Gently taking her hips in my hands, I slowly pulled her to a kneeling position. Reaching around, I tugged both pillows under her, one on top of the other. Then I pushed her down again so that her hips rested on the pillows. Her ass pointed up at me, several inches off the floor.

Pushing her legs together, I straddled her thighs. I lowered my cock to the crack of her ass and rubbed it for a few moments. Then I slid it down between her thighs and penetrated her pussy. She was as hot and wet as I could ever ask. Listening to her mom screw had really turned her on, also. Slowly I pushed my way in to the hilt, my balls rubbing her thighs. I rested my hands on either side of her hips.

This is one of my all time favorite positions. The depth of penetration is excellent. And Debby presses her legs together, generating unbelievable friction and grip on my cock. As I began moving in long, slow strokes, I could feel every bump and fold in her cunt.

Below us, the action was also heating up. Elizabeth was alternately moaning and gasping out, "...yes, yes...oh, it's so big...fuck me!...faster...slower...yes!...that's it..," while her lover merely grunted and groaned, loud and long. His earlier blow job, like my earlier fuck, had drained the urgency from his balls, and together we plowed our partners for a good, long time.

Finally, Elizabeth began gasping out that she was going to come, and that urged both Anthony and myself to greater efforts. Debby wasn't saying how she felt, she had stuffed the edge of the quilt into her mouth and her screams of pleasure never made it past my ears. I think both Anthony and I exploded at the same instant, to judge my Elizabeth's moans and Debby's twitching. I gently collapsed onto Debby's back, as we heard her mother and her mother's fiancée disentangling below us.

We lay gently together for several minutes, my cock slowly softening, still in Debby's slowly pulsing cunt. Then from below we heard Elizabeth talking again, if somewhat breathily.

"Well, Anthony, you've fucked my mouth and pussy tonight. Are you going for all three holes, or should I just kiss you good night and go to bed feeling not quite satisfied?"

Holy shit, she just asked him to ass fuck her! My cock stirred, and began to lengthen.

"Jesus, Elizabeth! I think you just damn near broke it off! Give me a minute will you!"

"Of course, love. Why don't I just play with myself for a few minutes, until you get your breath back."

Wow! My cock continued to grow in Debby's now come soaked pussy. I reached up and took her arms. Pulling them downwards, I lifted my weight off her body, and pushed her hands towards her own pussy. Shortly thereafter I could feel her fingers massaging her own clit. I kept my cock in her cunt, not moving, but feeling it gently grip and release me.

Anthony must have recuperated by now, because the next thing we heard was, "Now just kneel there on the floor and lean onto the couch...no, no, leave your hands right where they are...spread your legs more...unnnh..."

I was fully erect, too, by now. I slowly pulled out of Debby's drenched pussy. Positioning my cockhead in the crack of her ass, I reached down and directed it towards her sphincter. Finding her little, rubbery ring, I slowly pushed the head in, holding my cock in one hand to ensure penetration. I kept pushing, as Debby moaned into the comforter, until I was fully engulfed. God, was she hot and tight!

Our assfuck didn't last long. As soon as her ass had accommodated me, I began plunging in and out, hard and fast. Below us, Anthony was doing the same. Elizabeth, either forgetting her guests, or just not giving a shit anymore, was screaming out her pleasure. This kind of action can't go on very long, and ours didn't. We all came within seconds of each other.

Mercifully, Elizabeth was sated, even if only for the night. Shortly thereafter, her lover dressed and left, and Debby and I crawled back into our bed and collapsed into sleep.

***

The rest of the next month we slowly got back to our normal selves. Rather than fucking three times a day, and more on weekends, we settled down to our regular twice a night. Oh, for sure some days we did much more, and some days, not at all. But in general, the mad frenzy we had been in since that first party at Jerry and Carol's passed. We both went back to wearing underwear most of the time.

The month passed quickly enough. Amazingly, we had really lucked out on our schedule for July. The party was the last Friday night, and Jenny could sit again. And starting Saturday, the boys went to Scout camp for a week. So Debby and I had made plans to take a trip of our own, to the seashore. We planned to fuck ourselves silly for an entire week, with no kids around to interrupt us.

I got home that Friday evening in time to open the door for the babysitter, running across from her house across the street. It was pouring outside, and Jenny's nipples were clearly visible through the thin cotton of the tee shirt. Just as I closed the door, the bell rang. I opened it to greet a semi-pissed off pizza delivery guy. Apparently, while staring at Jenny's chest, I had closed the door in his face. A big tip was in order.

I carried the pizza into the kitchen and set it on the table. Jenny and the boys appeared as if by magic, and promptly began devouring slices. For a few moments I stared at the young girls tits, clearly outlined by the clinging fabric. Then I tore my gaze away, before she caught an old pervert watching. I wandered upstairs to change.

I entered our bedroom and heard the shower running. As I stripped down, the water stopped, and I heard Debby drying herself. I was naked when she came out of the bathroom. She came into my arms and gave me a long, sloppy kiss. More than a kiss, it was whole body foreplay, as she squirmed against me. Her nipples dug into my chest, as her cunt and navel rubbed against my groin and belly. My cock, semi-rigid already, sprang into a full, glorious erection.

"Ready for more tradition?" she asked. At my grinning nod, she leaned against the dresser and hopped up on it. She scooted her ass forward until her pussy was at the edge, and spread her thighs wide. Then she reached down between us and took my hardon in both hands. After a brief hand job to make sure it was rock hard, she pulled me to her and tucked it into her cunt.