Storiesonline.net ------- Coveting by Paris Waterman Copyright© 2011 by Paris Waterman ------- Description: What happens when two men begin to desire their respective wives. What happens when the wives realize what their men are up to, and what they do about it. Codes: MF Mf FF cons bi watch group 1st oral mastrb exhib voy size ------- ------- Chapter 1 The Earth didn't move, nor did lightning strike Danny Persons when he broke the Tenth Commandment for the third time that afternoon. Nubile Margie Morgan was the cause each time; the last occasion coming when she stopped several feet away from Danny and innocently adjusted her bikini bottoms by hooking her fingers under the skimpy material to pull it out of the crack of her ass. Margie was tall, quiet and sensuous. There was no question that she could have become a model. Her dark hair highlighted her light hazel eyes. On this day it was pulled up and fastened, showing off a graceful neckline. Jesus, I'd love to nail that, he thought. Margie was Vince Morgan's wife of four years; Vince and Danny worked together at Battinger's Manufacturing and were friendly rivals on the job. They were at the annual company picnic, or more accurately at the lake where Danny and Vince were seeing the other's wife in a bathing suit for the first time. The two men had worked alongside one another ever since they were both hired; and on the same day at that. They had even bought homes on the same block, although Vince had purchased his approximately a year before Danny. Their wives, Margie and Tessa had become best friends, usually went shopping together and alternated car-pooling their children to the first grade. The Morgan's had a girl, Tabby, and the Persons, a boy named Win. While Danny was ogling Margie's delectable derrière, Vince was attempting to peek down Tessa's cleavage as he stood over her talking about one inane subject after another. Tessa was well aware of his eyes devouring her chest, but didn't object, in fact she seemed flattered to some extent. But, like Margie she was were well aware that flaunting her boobs at a company run affair was tantamount to ending their respective husband's career. And so after letting him have a good look, she reached behind her, found a T-shirt and pulled it on over her shoulders, obscuring his view. On their behalf it should be stated that both Tessa and Margie wore conservative bathing attire. Tessa, of Scottish ancestry, stood 5'5" with cinnamon colored hair, cut short for the summer months. She had an overly large nose and a slim body with generous breasts that other women erroneously thought fake. Margie, on the other hand, was Italian and stood 5'8", with a winning smile, curvaceous body, somewhat smaller breasts than Tessa, and tipped the scales at about 115 pounds. The Guys Of course, neither Vince nor Danny mentioned the attraction they felt toward the other's spouse that day; but both began looking for an excuse to mention how hot they found the other's spouse. That opportunity came two weeks later at the local camera club, when watching the slide presentation put on by the members a nude picture of a member's wife popped up on the screen. This was unprecedented as far as Danny and Vince were concerned, although they soon learned that while unusual, it was not a first for the club. They learned a little later that the woman in the slide was the wife of a fiftyish year old lawyer, and that she was thirty-two and his third wife. Both men managed to corner the lawyer at the end of the meeting and were stunned to learn that the lawyer and his wife were swingers. They were shocked because he invited them to bring their wives to his home the following weekend for, as he put it: "Some fun and games." On the way home, Vince bought the subject up, saying: "Imagine that guy putting up a picture of his wife like that." "Imagine asking your wife if she wanted to go to a swinger's party next weekend," Danny countered. "Never happen," Vince said and laughed nervously. "Ever think about it?" Danny said, wanting the conversation to continue in this vein as he imagined Margie walking toward him totally nude. "Are you kidding?" Vince shot back, "Never happen, guy. My Margie would never pose for any pictures like that, even if she knew I would be the only one to see them." "I'd love to have a chance to fuck some strange," Danny said, adjusting himself so that Vince wouldn't see the bulge in his slacks. "So would I, buddy boy, but not when you consider the price you pay if you're caught at it." "Yeah, you're right about that. A messy divorce, maybe lose the house and kids." "And alimony up the gazzo," Vince agreed. But by this time both men were visualizing themselves fucking the other's wife. The seeds had been planted. "Would, um ... Tessa..." Vince hesitated, but Danny waited him out. "I mean has she ever posed for any cheesecake shots. I mean, you know, in a bathing suit, or such?" "As a matter of fact, she's a bit of an exhibitionist, Danny said. "Not that she'd let me show any of her at the club." "Yeah, yeah, I know, I know," Vince said, and realized his heart was pounding having learned that Tessa had posed for Danny. What would it take to get Danny to show him the pictures? "Um, you say she's an exhibitionist?" "Oh, yeah..." Danny thought about what his wife would say if she learned he'd told Vince about her little fetish. "Look, Vince if I say anything about Tessa it stays here. It's just between us. You breathe a word to anyone and I'll kick the shit out of you. Understand?" "Yeah, yeah, I know," Vince said. "Look I swear to God, I won't say a word to anyone." Danny decided it was all right, and began to tell Vince about her. "Tessa told me that the summer after she graduated high school she was at the beach with a couple other girls trying to work on their tans. She was wearing a small, string bikini to try to avoid tan lines. Well, you know how girls love to tan." "Jesus, do I know ... Margie's always laying out catching the rays, but go on." "After a while," Danny went on, "they ran into the ocean to cool off. But when the other went back to lie back down on their towels, Tessa stayed in to ride the waves and swim around. As she tells it, the beach was pretty crowded; there were tons of families with their kids too. Anyway, she was standing up and looking to see where her friends were when a wave knocked her over and when she finally managed to regain her footing she was coughing so much that she didn't notice her boobs were totally hanging out of her bikini." "I gotta tell ya, Danny, Tessa's got some big hooters," Vince said. Danny noticed that Vince's voice had gotten hoarse, and gave him a strange look, but he was thoroughly into the story and quickly returned to it. "Yeah, well she does, doesn't she? Anyway, she wasn't aware of it at first. Then she realized people were pointing her way. It didn't take an Einstein to realize it was her they were pointing at and when she spotted a mom covering her son's eyes she put her boobs back in the bikini and started to swim away, thinking she'd go ashore some distance down the beach and make her way back to the others from some point behind the people in the area. "As she tells it, she was kinda embarrassed about the whole thing, only as she swam away she recalled the older guys and how they had probably gotten hard looking at her. She got turned on thinking about them jerking off later as they thought about her tits. And as she waded ashore a few minutes later she decided to try an experiment." "Tessa told you this?" Vince croaked. "Yeah, don't you and Margie share stuff like this?" "Yeah, sure..." Vince rasped, but his face was flushed and Danny caught sight of it, but he too was turned on by the telling of Tessa's beach exhibition and he chose to ignore it. "So what was the experiment, Danny?" "Oh, it went something like this ... but I wasn't there, I mean, this is Tessa's story." "I swear to God, Danny. What happens in this car stays in this car." "Yeah ... Vegas like!" Danny laughed, and was quickly joined by Vince. "So Tessa joined her friends and lay down on one of the blankets. Sitting close by were three couples, and as it happened the men sat facing Tessa and her friends, ogling them in a nice sort of way, you know, not staring too hard, but just enough so that the girls kind of enjoyed the attention and their wives didn't get pissed off. "Tessa positioned herself so she faced the guys. Her so-called experiment was to see how turned on she'd get by revealing a little boob to them. And so, like a zillion girls had done before her, Tessa untied the bikini strings to her top as she lay on the blanket and waited. "Oh, she mentioned that she'd kept her sunglasses on and that allowed her to peek at the men to see their reaction when began the experiment. Maybe ten minutes went by then she pretended to be startled and pushed herself up so that her whole upper body was off the ground. Her tits hung free and were swinging back and forth for a moment. She looked directly at the men. Remember she had the sunglasses on, so they couldn't tell. Anyway who in his right mind would have been looking at her eyes?" "Jesus, yes," Vince agreed and reached between his legs to adjust his hardon. "Got a woody, do you?" Danny laughed. "Fuck you," Vince replied, but his embarrassment was obvious. "Oh, I don't mind. In fact if I tell Tessa about this conversation she'll probably laugh and jump my bones." "You're gonna tell her?" "I might." "Jesus, you're fucking crazy." "Maybe, you want to hear the rest of the story?" "Yeah ... I do, man, Jesus!" "So Tessa let her tits hang out for a second or two and watched as the one guy elbowed the other and he in turn nudged the third. She held the pose until satisfied that all three had had an opportunity to check her boobs out then she lay back down. "Now here's what got me. She tells me she was so aroused she had a mini-orgasm. She actually thought about rising up again to give them a longer look, but decided against it, knowing her girlfriends would think her a slut if she repeated the process. "Oh, by the way, none of her friends saw the boobs escape when she was in the water. But they all saw her expose them on the beach blanket, and thought nothing of it." "That was some story," Vince said wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead, "Um, any chance I might get a gander at some of those cheesecake pictures you took of her?" Only the faint glimmer of an idea kept Danny from refusing outright. Instead he replied, "I kinda doubt it." Vince seized upon his words, He didn't say no! And at that moment he began to plan on providing Danny with whatever he wanted in order to get to see the nude pictures of his wife, Tessa. ------- It occurred to Vince the best way to get Danny to show him Tessa's pictures was to provide similar pictures of his own wife. But he botched his first attempt when Margie caught him pulling the shower curtain to one side with a digital camera in his hand. "What the hell are you doing?" He hadn't planned on being caught, and therefore had no explanation handy. "Um..." "Vince ... I asked you what you think you're doing. Were you going to take my picture?" "Um, no, I..." "You were, weren't you? You were going to put me on the internet, weren't you?" "No, no! I swear to God I wasn't." "What were you going to do with them?" "I ... I was ... I was going to save them." Margie climbed out of the bathtub and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her. "What for?" "Huh?" "Vince, you are the worst liar ever. You were going to take my picture in the nude. You must have had a reason; if not the internet, then what?" "Ah, you won't believe me so why bother. I'm sorry. I thought ... I thought ... well, we're not going to be young forever, and I thought I'd take a couple pictures of how fine you are ... you know, in your prime. We could look back when we're older and say wow; you had some fantastic bod back in the day. Even compare to see how well we held up over the years." "Vince, you are so full of shit." "No, I mean it, Margie. I really mean it." "Get out of here; I have to finish my shower. Oh, wait a minute! Did you take even one picture?" "Um, no. You saw me just as I stuck the camera past the curtain." "You'd better not have. But leave the damn camera here so I can check the review button when I finish up." THE GIRLS The next day, Margie told Tessa all about Vince's failed attempt. Both women were laughing over their wine glasses. "So did he get your tits in focus?" Tessa giggled. "I swear, that's so sophomoric of him." "Actually, he didn't even snap the shutter once. I must have caught him just as he pulled the curtain back." Tessa couldn't stop giggling and it turned to laughter. "It's not that funny, girl," Margie said, but began to laugh along with her girlfriend. Tessa held up a hand as if to say, 'Wait, wait, I have to say something, but I can't at the moment.' Eventually she regained control and after pausing to take a sip of her wine, she said, "It's really funny. Well you know that. The thing is Danny's been taking pictures of me, and I of him for some time now." "NO!" "YES!" "How could you let..." "I asked him too; right after he bought that camera. He was so proud of it. He kept showing me what it could do, and when I realized that he could take a picture and put it on the computer without having to send any negatives out in order to have a picture made, why I..." "You what, Tessa?" Tessa took a long sip of her wine then put the glass down on the coffee table and looked at her friend. "Give me your solemn word you won't tell a soul and I'll tell you." "I swear to God, I won't breathe a word to anyone, and that includes, Vince." "All right. I have to confess that I'm a bit of an exhibitionist, Margie." "You, an exhibitionist?" "Have been for years." Then Tessa went on to tell Margie about her first experience at the ocean and how she had lost her top and later flaunted her breasts to the men sitting nearby. "How could you?" Margie asked. She seemed stunned by the news of Tessa's streak of exhibitionism. "You like your orgasms, Marge?" "Do I? Who doesn't?" "I had several that day ... without touching myself." "OH!" "So, girl, don't knock it until you've tried it," Tessa picked up her wineglass, drained it then held the glass out to Margie until she filled it to the brim again. "I can understand the thing at the beach and all, but posing for pictures..." "That certain feeling returns every time he snaps the shutter, Marge, every fucking time, excuse the language. That's what wine does to me. Anyway, I do take a good picture ... well Danny does. I meant I seem to pose well or whatever," she said, as the wine imbibed was now clouding her mind and not allowing her to formulate her sentences with the clarity she usually was capable of. Margie refilled their glasses again, and then said, "I have a sort of confession of my own, Tessa. "Good, I'm tired of talking." "My first time involved exhibitionism. I just never thought of it as such until now." "Oh, goody, I'm all ears," Tessa chirped. "Don't leave anything out, Marge. I wanna hear how big his dick was, and how many times you did it, and where you did it, and..." "Okay, okay, enough already. I'll tell it all." Margie took a sip of wine then put her feet up on the coffee table and took a deep breath. "It was right after I graduated high school. I loved riding, and my father had promised me if I got top grades he would pay for a summer camp at a prestigious riding academy in Virginia. I had the 2nd highest grade in the graduating class, and that got me into Cornell, but you know about that already." "Go on, I'm all ears." "What I didn't know was that the girl's academy was adjoined by a boy's soccer camp, and you know what seeing muscular, athletic boys can do to a girl's heartbeat. And so, our Head Mistress took it upon herself to see to it that each of 'her' girls had adequate sexual instruction so they didn't go home with a baby cached in their tummies. Her words, not mine. "What I didn't learn until a year or so later was that the Head Mistress, whose name I won't repeat, had been a star performer in a Parisian sex show before returning to the states and taking the job at the riding academy." "Wow, talk about going from the frying pan to the fire." Tessa said before gulping at her wine. "Our first instruction set the tone for the rest of the camp. 'Ladies, ' she said, 'today instead of using pictures and films about the male genitalia, we'll be examining the real thing. You all know Gary and Beau.' These were two men who cared for the horses. Gary stood about five-eight, and wore a tee shirt over his muscular chest. He had short, black hair and was deeply tanned from working with the horses. Beau wore the same ensemble. He was about six feet tall, had a wiry build, a shock of red hair on his head, and his white face and arms were heavily freckled by the sun. On the wall behind our teacher hung a large, full color poster displaying a cutaway side view of a penis hanging down in front of a testicle. We sat on hay bales waiting for the lesson to proceed. The men sat on hay bales and removed their boots, then stood and unbuckled their jeans. After slipping off their jeans and under shorts, they put their boots back on. She told them to pull off their tee shirts too, so they stood facing us, naked except for cowboy boots. 'Men's genitals come in two types, cut and uncut, ' the Head Mistress said. 'The cut penis is often referred to as the circumcised penis; the uncut as just that, uncut. I've picked these two men as they demonstrate both types. 'As you can see, Gary still has his foreskin, and in its flaccid state, his foreskin conceals the glands of his penis. The gland of Beau's penis is exposed because his foreskin has been cut off. These men also provide a good example of just how men's penises vary in size and shape.' Margie paused to look directly at Tessa and saw that she was hanging on every word. "She had a point. Gary had a dark brown dick, short and fat. Beau's was long and skinny, very white, except for the grayish pink knob on the end. To our surprise, the Head Mistress took each penis in hand and measured them. Up to that point I had never handed a penis, except for my cousin Arthur, but he was only eight months old when I learned how to change his diaper, but I digress. Flaccid, Gary measured 2 inches; Beau on the other hand, was twice that size. "We were told to give them each an erection in order to see how large the penis became just prior to intercourse. Peggy and Deidre raised their hands as volunteers, thinking they would be jerking the men off. But they were caught by surprise when the Head Mistress ordered them to remove their riding pants and panties. I was as embarrassed as Peggy and Deidre, and thought they might refuse, but they didn't and quickly removed their clothing and stood half-naked before us all. "Peggy was told to sit on a high bench that was covered with a horse blanket. All she wore was her black cap, red jacket, and riding boots. I still recall her black bushy twat, and how the hairs glistened after handling Beau's penis. The reason she was so wet was that before she got to handle him, the Head Mistress had Beau lick her long, thick lipped pussy. "I can tell you I was as wet as I've ever been watching him squatting in front of her and rubbing his nose in her bush while he ate her out. He knew what he was about too. It occurred to me that evening that he must repeat that performance with each and every class at the academy. "At any rate, Beau's cock began to thicken quickly enough; swelling and growing in length with each unconscious twitching jerk until it stood out at a forty-five degree angle, twitching with each and every heartbeat. His white shaft curved upward slightly and the skinless knob became purple. In the center of the head, a string of clear juice hung from an opening that resembled small vertical lips. His ball pouch sprouted a few hairs, red like his bush. The Head Mistress knelt and measured his erection and wrote the results under his name: "Six and a half inches." Peggy began to sob when Beau was told to cease his cunnilingus on her, and was reprimanded by the Head Mistress, who refused to let her show her distress at being denied satisfaction. None of us girls knew that we would be more than satisfied before the lessons were over with. "Jesus, Margie, I wish I'd gotten to go to a class like that," Tessa said, wishing she could use Margie's bathroom for a few minutes to masturbate. "Yeah, it was a once in a lifetime thing. You know, I checked them out a few weeks ago. I was thinking of sending Tabby there in another ten years or so." "Margie! Tabby would only be 16!" "I know, I know! That's really stupid of me, I meant after she graduated at eighteen, like me." "Even so ... it is a little young..." "Relax Tessa. The place doesn't exist anymore. It was closed twelve years ago. I think right after the Head Mistress died." "Anyway, back to the Academy ... Gary licked Deidre until he was hard as a rock. She and I had masturbated together the previous night and I knew Gary had his nose in a silky, straight brown-haired twat. I looked on as he ate her with gusto and saw his dick swell as it filled with blood. His erection was bigger than Beau's, and it curved like a banana. His testicles were heavier than his partner's and it appeared that his left ball hung lower than the right. I don't know why I still recall that fact, but I do. "Christ, this is making me hot; how about you, Tessa?" "Well, maybe just a bit. Go on with it, I'll survive." "But what was more interesting was what his foreskin did. As his erection grew, the foreskin peeled back, exposing his cockhead as it peeled ... is that the right word? It seems right ... yes, it peeled back behind the ridge, or corona. I have learned a few things anatomically since then, haven't I?" Margie laughed at herself and took another sip of her wine. "Anyway, his cockhead was thicker than Beau's, and the head was even bigger yet. It was a dark purple, with a rim that flared out like a blooming flower, looking slick and shiny. The little mouth seemed to be smiling as it drooled pre-semen; at least I think it's called that. "Moments later the Head Mistress separated them in order to measure Gary's penis. "Ladies," she said, "I do hope you now realize that one cannot tell from a man's flaccid state just how large he'll be when fully aroused. Nor is there any correlation between a man's physical stature and the size of his erection. Even though Gary is a small man, he is hung with a big cock. "To my surprise, the Head Mistress had the good graces to blush as she measured Gary's penis. 'Eight and a half inches in length, and... ' she paused after the second measurement in what must have been disbelief, "Girth of shaft ... five inches..." "Several of us girls either sighed or moaned at his thickness was announced, and I almost missed the third measurement. Remember, Beau only had the one measurement, meaning Gary was a special specimen. 'Girth of corona ... my God, it's five inches!' "We waited with baited breath while she took the last measurement again and then tossed the tape aside. "Ladies," said the Head Mistress, "I want you all to examine their genitalia up close. You can be as rough as you want when handling their swollen penises, but you can hurt them if you squeeze their testicles too hard." When it was my turn, I felt up Beau first. I rubbed his pre-semen all over his skinless head while I stroked his shaft in my other fist. This made him even bigger and harder. I massaged his hard balls around in his bag. Feeling up Gary was even more fun because the end of his erection was soaked and dripping. His ball sacs were looser, so there was plenty of room to move his big, hard balls around with my hands. As I played with his cock, I could smell the musk of his balls and a very faint piss smell mixed with his sweat. Tessa drained her glass of wine, and said, "Jesus, Margie, you either have a photographic memory or a great imagination." "It's photographic. I remember everything imaginable," Margie replied. "Shall I go on?" "Please..." Tessa said with a wave of her hand. "I pulled his skin completely down and rubbed his juice all over his swollen head. His cockhead felt soft and silky compared to the rougher feel of Beau's. I think it surprised him when I took the thick head of his cock in my mouth. Gary sighed and his cock got harder. I sucked his precum into my mouth. What have I been calling it ... pre-semen? Oh, sometimes I'm so stupid. "Anyway, I tasted him, or his precum; it had a salty flavor to it and the skin of my tongue felt astringent as his precum tried to neutralize my mouth acids. It's funny, but Vince's sperm has a similar taste. How does Danny's taste?" "Hmm, funny you should ask, Marge ... he's not salty, not at all. He does have a kind of sweet flavor, although not overpowering sweet if you know what I mean," Tessa answered and shimmied about in her seat as if suddenly uncomfortable. "Interesting," Margie said in reply, "Kind of sweet ... that's very interesting." "Anyway, the Head Mistress interrupted us about then saying, "I'm going to copulate with the men. They will ejaculate outside my vagina so you can see what happens during insemination. "Our eyes were glued to her as she undressed; I noted the gusset of her panties was soaked. I was gratified to know that she was as hot as I was. It took me a moment to realize that we were not going to get laid, whereas she was, and twice at that. "She spread a blanket over some hay bales and got on her hands and knees at the right height for the men to walk up and mount her from the rear. Unperturbed by her compromising position, our mistress continued her lecture: 'Contrary to popular belief, the so-called missionary position is not the natural position for human sexual intercourse. If you've ever been to a zoo and happened to witness our chimpanzee cousins copulating, you know that the male enters from the rear and this is the natural position for human copulation. Beau will now copulate with me in this position.' "Beau's erection had gone down some, but the sight of the Head Mistress's big tits hanging over the hay bale combined with her wide ass spread out, soon had him at full size. Even though she had allowed her reddish brown pubic hair to grow wild she was so aroused that her swollen pussy protruded out of her mane, and the thick, dark lips dripped with her juices. "Beau put his cock in her and slowly thrust his hips to and fro until her pussy swallowed his entire member. I remember being astonished at her ability to accept his entirety. "From the way they went at it, we could tell this wasn't their first time together. Beau seemed to know when she was about to come because he reached around her and stroked her hard clit. She spasmed in a long powerful orgasm as Beau gave her short deep thrusts, keeping her pussy full. When she had come down she instructed all of us to: "Watch Beau ejaculate his semen." I was selected to get behind him and feel the ridge between his anus and his scrotal sack. It was the only time in my life that I felt a man pumping his semen." "Really?" Tessa said, "I thought you felt it every time Vince came inside you." "I do, but that's a very different feeling. That's inside you, this was inside him, and that's quite a difference." "Oh, yeah, I guess you're right." "I am," Margie said, and went on with her story. "I put my fingertips behind his balls and Beau started to fuck the Head Mistress again. He grasped the sides of her pelvis and used his legs and buttocks to ram her with his penis. I thrilled to the sensation his fucking caused as he slammed into her and, in my mind, me as well. "He grunted, pulled out and dropped his wet penis on her ass. His erection jerked up and spat out thick streams of cum, forming a pool of semen in the small of her back. When he had squirted a half-dozen or so times, his ejaculation petered down to just a slight oozing and he was done for the time being." Margie wiped her forehead and declared, "You'll have to excuse me a minute, Tessa. I have to pee very badly." That said, Margie headed for the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Tessa waited until she was sure Margie wouldn't come storming back to finish the story then hiked her dress up to her waist, and with one hand in her panties circling her clit, she ground her pelvis into the arm of the sofa she had been sitting on. She was almost at the point of coming when she heard the toilet flush and quickly yanked her hand out of her underwear and smoothed her dress back into place and sat down. As Margie sauntered back into the room, looking overly refreshed, Tessa realized she had left a wet stain on the sofa's arm. Tessa worried about Margie spotting the stain, but she needn't have, for Margie had used the bathroom to get herself off, and now that she had scratched her itch, so to speak, she paid scant attention to Tessa and resumed her story of seduction. "Um, sorry about that," she said. Tessa quickly replied, "Girl when you have to go you have to go, and if you don't mind waiting, I have to do just that," and without another word, she went into the bathroom and sat down on a very warm toilet seat and finished her masturbatory exercise. While Tessa was jilling off, Margie saw the wet stain on the arm of the sofa and smiled to herself. Looks like my story affected both of us the same way. Tessa's every bit as horny as I am. Margie resumed the story when Tessa returned. Neither woman made eye contact for the moment although both knew the other had jilled off while in the bathroom. "Then it was Gary's turn. By the way, the Head Mistress remained in place on the bales of hay throughout the entire exercise. "I think I was supposed to relinquish my place behind the man after Beau finished, but she was still enjoying her orgasm or orgasms, and didn't tell anyone to replace me. So there I was from the get go, so to speak. I took advantage by massaging his testicles and the root of his cock until he filled the Head Mistress with his big, hard tool." Margie closed her eyes as the vivid memory of Gary's cock gave her another mini-orgasm. Tessa saw Margie's legs buckle and asked if she were all right. "Yeah ... I'm fine. All this talk about Gary and her seems to have gotten the better of me." "Come sit next to me, you shouldn't be standing anyway." "You're right, Tessa," and she sat down beside her friend. "I was touching or holding his penis throughout the copulation with the Head Mistress. Believe me, it wasn't easy to do." "As big as he was, I can imagine it was quite a struggle for you," Tessa said as she realized their thighs were touching. "It was," Margie said. "I had to time my movements with his ramming to stay in touch with his crotch. Anyway, the Mistress went into what I thought was a series of convulsions, but it was her way of coming big time. I have to hand it to Gary; he kept plowing away at her for several more minutes until she held her hand up as if imploring him to stop. But poor Gary couldn't stop at that point; he was this close to ejaculating himself." Margie held her thumb and forefinger millimeter's apart signifying how close he must have been." Both Margie and Tessa were rubbing their respective pussies through their clothing; neither noticing what the other was doing. "Gary pulled his steaming cock out of her and I had to grab at it – and so when he came, and boy did he cum – I was holding him over the Head Mistresses behind, jerking him off without realizing it – and got to see him explode up close and personal, if you know what I mean. He hit her shoulder blades with the first blast; the others fell short but managed to cover both ass cheeks and most of my wrist and hand." "Jesus, Margie ... I can't ... I mean..." "Use the bathroom, Tessa, I did." Tessa scampered into the bathroom and masturbated for the second time since arriving at Margie's home. Margie pulled her slacks down and fingered herself to a second climax and was wiping herself with a tissue when Tessa returned to the room. "Oh ... I'm sorry, Marge. I didn't mean to..." "Forget it. I assume you were doing the same thing in there." "Well ... I..." "I said forget it. We were both a little excited by my recollections." "That's true, Marge. That's for sure." So did you want to finish the story or leave it as is?" "I'll try to sum it up." "Oh, good. I hate not knowing how it ended." "Well, about that time a Mr. Charles arrived. He was tall, lean gentleman with a large bushy mustache who ran the boys soccer camp. The Head Mistress apparently knew him very well as she suborned him into taking part. In fact, I was his mating partner. "Deidre, Peggy and I each sat on a bench of our own. The benches were narrow enough for us to straddle comfortably. Stirrups hung from the sides of the benches. The men lay on their backs on the benches. I straddled Mr. Charles' head while Deidre and Peggy did the same to Beau and Gary so they could eat our pussies. "Tessa, there's no denying it, I adore being licked down there." "I won't lie," said Tessa, "I love it too." The two women smiled at one another, and yet another seed was planted. "Mr. Charles knew how to use his tongue: he even rimmed my butt hole and sent me off into the stratosphere with my first orgasm." "I'm not at all surprised," said Tessa. "You'd had some preliminary leading up to it." "Yeah, I certainly did. One thing I learned afterward. No girl had ever complained about the Head Mistresses learning curve for girls." "Mr. Charles brought me off a couple more times, although I think hearing Deidre and Peggy grunting through their respective 'O's might have had something to do with it. Peggy swore to me later that I'd triggered hers, so..." "How many times did you cum, Marge?" "I have no idea, other than it was plenty. I mean, after Mr. Charles fucked my cherry away I could hardly stand, never mind walk or ride a horse for the remainder of the day. "He must have stored it up for a week or more. I think, and I'm not sure, but I think he came in me four times. I mean, Beau and Gary had already unloaded on the Head Mistress, so Deidre and Peggy didn't get all they had like I did. "The three of us, and probably the head Mistress were totally wasted from all the fucking and sucking we went through. I know Gary and Beau had, or took the next day off. "And did I mention the river of sperm that ran out of me as I staggered away from the bench?" "No!" Tessa groaned as she began rubbing her pussy without caring what Margie saw or said. "Oh, go ahead and jill off," Margie said rubbing herself almost as hard as Tessa was. ------- Chapter 2 The Girls A few days later, Margie and Tessa were out on Margie's patio sharing a bottle of wine. "I swear to god he did!" Margie laughed. "Details, girl, I want the details," Tessa said. "I think my husband's gone over the deep end, really I do," Margie said her voice now serious. "But what did he say, or do, Marge?" "He tried to get me drunk. Well, he did get me drunk; but when he brought out these handcuffs and said he was going to tie me to the bed I guess I panicked." "I don't blame you, Marge, that's some serious shit he's proposing there." "Ah, you don't understand, Tessa. I kinda like the idea of being helpless. That can lead to some kinky sex, you know? And kinky sex solidifies a marriage. I think, anyway." "But he caught you off guard and you panicked." "That's right! More wine?" "Yes, please." "So what do I do, Tessa?" "The obvious thing is for you to change your mind." "Hmmm, it is a woman's prerogative, isn't it?" "It certainly is. This is a good wine. Where did you get it?" "Berryman's Winery. It was only $8.95 a bottle. I bought a half dozen. Take one home with you." "I couldn't, but thank you so much," Tessa said. "You have too. You just solved my problem. That's worth at least a bottle of wine." "All right, I accept. So tell me, Marge, has he tried to take any more pictures of you?" "No, not that I'm aware of. Of course, he might be doing it when I'm not aware of it." Tessa laughed. "Actually there's hardly any harm in it." "So you say, but can you swear your darling man hasn't put any of them up on the internet?" "No I can't. But he knows what's good for him and if he wants any pussy for the next five years, he won't even entertain the idea." "Mmmm, that is the best way to keep the boys under control, isn't it?" "It hasn't failed me yet, Marge." "Me either!" VINCE & MARGIE Margie let another week pass before letting Vince convince her to try some light bondage where he used the handcuffs on her. She managed it artfully, so artfully in fact, that he had no idea how willing a participant she was. For her part, Margie liked the idea of being helpless. There were many things she had always wanted to try, but was afraid to suggest them to Vince for fear of being rejected and worse, being accused of being a whore or the like. And so, when he rolled over and grabbed Margie and started tickling her, she started laughing uncontrollably. Vince used this as an opportunity to pull the fur covered handcuffs from under the pillow, where he'd hidden them. Before Margie realized what was happening he had snapped one cuff over her left wrist and then wrapped the cuffs around the bedpost and snapped the other cuff around her right wrist. Thinking, I'll give the little devil his due, he was quick to take advantage of me; she made her eyes as big as saucers and bleated, "What the hell are you doing Vince?" But he was already reaching for the scarf he'd hidden under the bed and tied one of her legs to the foot post on the bed and the other to the bed-frame. Margie found herself securely tied in a spread-eagled position on the bed. Margie strained her neck to watch his every move. Tessa won't believe a word of this when I tell her about it tomorrow, she thought. Vince opened a drawer on the nightstand and pulled out a large feather and ran it lightly across her shoulder and down her arm. It would be better if he'd blindfolded me, she thought then chastised herself for being overly critical, he must have spent a lot of time planning this; he couldn't know how I'd take it and so he'd probably dropped the idea of blindfolding me. She shivered at the unexpected sensation. "Stop it, Vince!" but the tone of her voice said otherwise and he continued. Vince used the feather on her breasts, up both legs and finished with a long tease up and down her freshly shaven pussy. "Vince," she moaned, stretching his two syllable name into a much longer word. Margie tested the scarves that bound her legs to the bed. They didn't budge. Much more confident after hearing her moan, Vince blew gently on her left breast, hardening the nipple. The sensation was so intense that Margie begged him to do it again. He blew on the other breast and the pungent, musky aroma of his wife's arousal filled his nostrils. "Like it?" "Mmmm," she replied. He hovered above her bald pussy and counted to ten, and then expelled the breath he had been holding in. Margie's reaction startled him. Of course she was tied hand and foot, so her movement was limited, but even so when her hips leapt off the mattress, her vagina came into contact with his lips. That provided the impetus for Vince to go down on her with a vengeance. The Guys "I'm tellin' you when I blew on her pussy she went berserk," Vince said. "You didn't stop then, did you?" "No way, man, I started licking up her leg. I began at the inside of her knee like you suggested. Right to the juncture between her thighs then I started all over again on the other leg. "How many times did you do it?" asked Danny, who was very uncomfortable in his crotch. "I'm not sure. I think maybe twice on each thigh. But when my tongue found her labia she screamed." "What happened next?" "I moved up to her clit." "Jesus Christ!" "That's what she was gasping; only she was saying it over and over. So I took her clit in between my lips and sucked on it like it was giving me life." The Girls "I'm telling you, Tessa, when he did my clit I went over the top. I came hard. He hasn't done me that good in ages. Next thing I remember he's got a couple fingers punching into me and he's still munching away on my clit." "Jesus, Marge ... that must have been..." "Heaven! I was in heaven! I'm telling you I came and came and came again. I was pleading with him to stop so I could catch my breath, but he either didn't hear me or wouldn't stop out of perversity." "Nothing perverse about making your lover come repeatedly, Margie." The Guys "Vince," she yells, you better put it in me before I pass out!" "She actually said that?" Danny said, not believing what his friend was telling him. It was unlike any conversation he had ever had with anyone. "Words to that effect, anyway," Vince said breathing hard. "I don't know where I got the nerve. Yes I do, I had her coming and going wanting it. So I pushed the envelope and dangled my dick in front of her face." "Were you still fingering her?" "Yeah, sure I was. I told her..." The Girls "He said ... and I still can't believe he said this..." "What did he say, Marge?" "He said, 'You want to get laid, you'll have to earn it.'" "Oh, Marge, this is sooo hot!" "Isn't it? I'm ready to cum from talking about it." "Me too," Tessa agreed, "so what happened next?" "I grabbed him and put him in my mouth." "Ohhh," moaned Tessa. The Guys Vince was almost shouting as he told Danny: "She gobbled me up. Ran the old tongue around the head like a fucking pro." "Pardon me asking, but does she give head often?" "Are you fucking kidding? It's the exception, unless she's hotter than a two-dollar pistol. This was obviously one of those times. I kept my fingers going, you know? Kind of stirring the honey pot. Margie was bucking and bobbing up and down on my sausage at the same time. "Wow man, this is wild," Danny said, hardly able to contain himself from whipping his cock out and jerking off. He pictured the couple on the bed – Margie shacked to the bedposts, aroused by both Vince's love making and the feather that had generated intensity to their sex that was usually missing in the most erotic encounters. He told himself that if Margie could get that hot from his instructions to Vince she would be almost uncontrollable if he got the opportunity to fuck her. It was at that point that Danny promised himself that he would get into Margie's pants at any cost. He just had to figure out how to accomplish it without losing his own wife as a result. "You think that's wild?" Vince said, "Wait until you hear what happened next." The Girls "I found myself begging him for it. I would have done anything he wanted at that moment, I swear to God, I'd have licked his ass, even let him piss all over me. No degradation was out of the picture. I just wanted his cock inside me. I didn't know if it was because he'd handcuffed me to the bed, or if that damned feather of his got me that way. Maybe it was both." "Jesus Christ, Marge ... I ... I can't believe he got you that hot!" But even as she spoke the words, Tessa was envisioning how she herself might feel with Vince's cock pummeling her. She had a mini-orgasm savoring the image and missed most of what Margie said for the next few minutes. The Guys "She actually begged you for it?" "Bet your ass she did, and I'll tell you what else she did, Danny, I mean, we were slappin' bellies for a while as I screwed her but after she came for the hundredth time or so, I released her hands and legs and flipped her over on her stomach. She bawls out, "You're not thinking of..." "That's exactly what I'm thinking, baby," I told her. "Her ass?" Danny said unbelievingly. "You put it up the shitter?" The Girls "He ... he took the cuffs off and turned me over." "A little doggy-style, huh?" Tessa said excitedly. "If only," Margie replied. "No!" "That what I said. And I said it loud enough so that he heard me." In a low, voice, Tessa said, "He didn't..." But she was imagining Vince spreading her own ass and driving his pulsing cock into her anal passage. "Oh, but he did. But first he used that damned feather again and when he blew a breath or two on my back hole ... suddenly I wanted nothing more than to feel his cock going into my poop chute." The Guys "I told her it was my ass," Vince said. "She says, "Oh, Vince you're so nasty!" "She didn't!" "Oh, but she did. She wanted it back there. Fuck man, she spread those heavenly ass cheeks apart for me, made it easy for me. I mean, I hadn't done it before." "This was your first piece of ass ... figuratively?" "Like you've gotten into Tessa's ass on a regular basis, huh, Danny?" "Um, yeah. We do it sort of regularly, yeah." Danny admitted. "Not all that often, but say every other month or so. We have at it." The Girls "Have you ... you know, Tessa ... have you and Danny done it back there?" "Every so often, yeah. I kinda like it to tell you the truth. So how did it go for you?" "For someone in a hurry to cop my ass, he took his time. I almost reached a point where I demanded he stick his pole in there and be done with it." "You didn't!" "No, I didn't. But I came close. What I came to understand was that he was letting my muscles guide him. When they seemed to relax he nudged ahead then waited for the next relaxation." "That means he's a good lover, Marge." "Yeah, maybe. But I was wondering where the hell he learned to be so fucking patient. I sure wanted him to go faster." "He might have hurt you if he had," Tessa said. "He must have banged some other slut back there. But when?" "If he did, and I say if, Marge, it had to be before he met you." "You think?" "Yeah, I'm fairly certain neither of our guys has been unfaithful." "That's reassuring, Tessa. Thanks." The Guys "She was so fucking tight I couldn't get it in her." "So you waited until she relaxed and then pushed, am I right?" "Yeah, Danny, that's what I did and it seemed to do the trick. Another thing I did was to pull on her nipples. She moaned something fierce at that, almost feral." "Wow!" "Anyway there came a point when I felt my dick..." The Girls "Suddenly he broke through the anal barrier and I wanted nothing more than for him to pound the shit out of me," Margie exclaimed. "I know the feeling," Tessa said as she wormed a hand under her skirt and began rubbing her pussy. "Go on, play with yourself, I don't mind," Margie said but her voice had grown husky with lust. "I ... I can't help it," Tessa moaned, "I'm ... you've made me so fucking hot." "No hotter than I am," Margie said as she moved into Tessa's arms and kissed her. As the kiss lingered on longer than either woman thought it would, or should, Margie began to gently rub Tessa's calves almost up to her knees. Margie's breathing was very deliberate and as their lips finally parted she saw that Tessa had her eyes closed and the proud curves of her breasts were rising and falling much faster than normal. As Margie's hands continued caressing her friend's calves she made sure that each sweep of her hands the hem of Tessa's skirt rose slightly up her thighs. Both women were intent on the sensations they were receiving. Margie had almost begun to purr and Tessa was making light humming noises in her throat. They kissed again and Tessa sent the tip of her tongue into Margie's mouth. Margie returned the favor and within seconds they were full on Frenching. Tessa began squeezing Margie's left breast and at the same time deliberately spread her legs apart. Margie's hand dropped to cover Tessa's crotch with her palm. "Yesssss," Tessa hissed, and any chance they might have ended it there evaporated. The Guys "I couldn't believe it," Vince said as his voice rose in pitch until he almost sounded child-like. "I really never thought I'd hear her say anything close to what she began shouting. Shouting, I'm telling you!" "Go on, man. What the fuck happened?" "She's screaming, 'Fuck me ... Fuck my asshole! I want to cum like the whore I am!" "Margie called herself a whore?"Danny said not believing his ears. "It wasn't the last time either," Vince nodded. "I kept pumping into her. God was I laying pipe to her." "Did you get it all in there?" Danny asked, heatedly. "Did I? My balls were slapping against her pussy. And that's not all, when I was getting set to cum, she screamed for me to cum on her face!" "No way!" "Yeah, way ... all the fucking way, man. I yanked it out of her shitter and aimed it at the bridge of her nose. She actually had her mouth open ready to catch what came her way." "Christ, I can't believe what you're telling me." "Better believe it, you can't ask her to corroborate my story, man." "Why not?" "Because it would probably end our marriage and I'd have to kill you." "I'm kidding, Vince." "You'd better be." "So what happened then?" "She kissed me. I should say she made me kiss her." "Well, why wouldn't you?" "Shit man, she had cum all over her face!" "What a fucking wuss you are, Vince. I mean you came on her face. It's your stuff man, you can't stand your own stuff? What kind of man are you?" "Fuck you, Danny! I did kiss her!" "Yeah, after she either begged you or goaded you into it. You should'a done it willingly." "Well ... I didn't think it through." "So is she pissed at you?" "Naw, we talked about how hot it was and I got her a wash cloth and all; we kissed some more and then I went to sleep. I don't think she went to sleep at all. You know how women are." "No, tell me I might learn something," Danny said and laughed. "They analyze every fucking thing you do or say; and I'd done a few things to give her plenty to think about." The Girls Margie looked up to face Tessa. Her eyes were shining and her face was flushed. Tessa sat passively but continued fondling Margie's breast. "I like that, Tessa," she moaned softly. "Me too," Tessa said, referring to Margie's hand which was rubbing her mound in small circles with the flat of her hand. "I can't believe we're doing this," Margie said, almost to herself. She was about to say something else when Tessa looked up at her. "It feels wonderful Margie, please don't stop." Margie let her fingers splay out to cover the whole of the front of Tessa's mound and used the heel of her hand to rub her. Her other hand smoothed and pinched the muscles on Tessa's legs and then she let her fingernails trace from the knee to her exposed inner thighs. "Ohhh, that feels sooo lovely," Tessa groaned. "Don't stop, please don't stop." Margie allowed her free hand to swoop up to Tessa's chest and she watched with detached incredulity as her fingers molded around the firm pillow of Tessa's right breast. "Pinch the nipple," Tessa hissed. A moment later, her wish was granted. Tessa's hips had already begun the small twitches that showed she was building up to an orgasm. The stimulation on her nipple inched her over the brink and she shuddered with a climax that made her throw her arm over her eyes in reflex. Her voice was low, and she groaned with each spasm of her orgasm. It was a quick one; a mini if you will, and then she seemed to relax, laying back in the crook of the sofa and didn't move. Margie took her hand off Tessa's pussy and stared at the glistening oils coating her palm. Then throwing away all attempt to control herself, she buried her nose in her hand, letting the scent fill her nostrils. "You're not angry with me are you?" Margie asked fearfully. "No ... angry? Why would I be angry with you? That was a lovely release. I should thank you, I needed it." "I've never kissed another woman like that," Margie confessed as she began to stroke Tessa's body. Soon Tessa was returning the favor. A minute later they had removed removing the remainder of their clothing and they lay nude on the sofa. "We should go into the bedroom," Tessa said suggestively. The large brass bed was soft and warm and the two women fell onto the soft duvet with a mixture of contentment and passion. Tessa's was the more aggressive this time; moving her over Margie's skin, kissing her neck and her chest, and letting her tongue worm into the button of Margie's navel. Margie returned the favor upon Tessa's back, leaning over and planting kisses from her shoulder blades across her spine. With balletic fluidity, the two of them managed to slide around each other until they had stimulated every inch of their bodies. They finished naturally in a sixty-nine, teasing and nibbling at each other's ripe, juicy pussies. After what appeared to be her third orgasm in that position, Tessa looked up to study the sodden mess of Margie's snatch. "You should shave," she said then giggled. "You think? Then I will, I'll do it tonight." "What will Vince think?" Margie laughed. "He'll think I did it for him." "He probably will at that," Tessa giggled and then planted a wet kiss on Margie's swollen labia. Margie groaned and stretched her pussy upward so Tessa could reach her clit. "Ugh!" "One more cum," Tessa said as if it were a promise. "Tell me the truth, Tessa; you gonna fuck Danny later?" "I dunno. I might. We usually do it a couple times a week." And several minutes later when she wrested her mouth away from her friend's pussy, Tessa asked: "So, you going to let Vince take your ass again?" "Sure, maybe tonight," she giggled inanely. "If he puts the cuffs on me again; and especially if he uses that damn feather." "Let's lick one another off really good, then we can shower and be nice and clean for our loving husband's," Tessa said. "Best idea today," Margie said agreeably. Later as their pulse-rate slowed toward normal, they discovered that were slipping over each other as their sweat mingled. "Great way to spend the afternoon, huh?" Margie said. "Mmmm," Tessa agreed as they disentangled themselves from each other. "Marge?" "Yeah, Tessa?" "Do you think we rushed into this?" "I don't think so! I mean we told one another some dirty deeds of our less than sordid pasts..." "And look where it got us!" "Yeah," Margie said as she spread her legs in front of Tessa's glowing face. "Have another look?" "I think we better have a cup of coffee or something, you ask me," Tessa answered. The Guys Danny was now completely satisfied that Vince was dying to fuck his wife, Tessa. He had admitted as much to Danny at a BBQ that weekend. Danny had been quick to tell him he wouldn't mind trading places with him in Margie's bed either. They even bumped fists, like many athletes do in celebration. Vince asked to see Danny's new digital camera, and nearly swooned over it as Danny explained some of its 'special' functions. "See this gizmo? It lets you take pictures in extremely low lighting. I mean like outside at midnight." "Oh, man!" "And this setting gives you multiple shots ... as many as sixteen per second." "But why would you..." "Say she's (he had deliberately used the term, 'she's' to further entice Vince into his plan.) taking her clothes off, or maybe she's in the shower. You don't have a lot of time, or opportunity to focus without her seeing you ... so using this setting you can shoot from the hip, so to speak, catch at least one or two good shots out of the bunch." "Oh, my God!" Vince was hooked. The question was could he risk lending him the camera, or should he convince him to buy his own?" "How much do these cost? I'm thinking of getting one." "That one is about $599 and came with its own digital printer on Kodak Paper for another hundred or so," Danny said. "That's it? I'm getting myself one. Definitely better than going to the drug store to have my pictures developed," Vince paused, "And now maybe I can get Margie to take some nude pictures at home." Vince laughed nervously, "Only kidding of course." Danny pretended not to be pleased, "Well join the club, it's great. Tessa does that all the time for me." He then went back to flipping burgers. He noticed the tent building in Vince's pants and waited for Vince's response. "You're shittin' me. She does not. There is no way Tessa would be doing that," Vince whispered loudly but hoping his buddy was telling the truth. "I thought I told you Tessa was sort of an exhibitionist." "Yeah, you mentioned it, but I..." "Dude I have over 1,000 erotic pictures of Tessa and over 50 hours of video of us having sex to prove it. I've convinced her some of my favorite fantasies are of being a porno photographer and also her being a porno video star. She's gotten better at it. Even looks right at the camera when she gives head." "Oh, man oh man!" Deliberately rubbing it in, Danny continued with: " Too bad Margie doesn't do that," making sure to put the emphasis on the last sentence as a challenge. "Oh God, you're lying. There is no way your Tessa is like that," Vince protested as he looked over at the two wives sitting on the bench laughing and chatting so innocently. He tried to imagine Tessa looking into a camera with a cock in her mouth. Danny knew he had Vince now, "Look, I have nothing to prove, but I'll send you a nice little R-rated photo via email when we get home. I'm proud of my wife and I like showing her off. I'll send one of Tessa in a bikini posing seductively. You can't tell her I sent it to you, and you can't show it to Margie. The girls talk too much." "Okay, I promise," Vince said hopefully. That night, Danny shot a picture of Tessa in a bikini to Vince. Vince was floored and wanted more, but Danny refused. This was his way of getting Vince. "Not until I start seeing similar pictures of Margie will I send you anything more of Tessa." The next day, after spending the night masturbating to Tessa's photo, Vince went out and bought a top of the line digital camera. Remembering Danny's story, he told Margie he wanted to try out the camera and have a fantasy night of being a porno photographer with her as his model. "You're out of your mind, Vince. It's enough that I let you tie me up when we have sex." "But our sex life is better than ever," he protested. "Even you admit it, Margie." "That doesn't mean I'm letting you take filthy pictures of me, and that's that!" The Girls Margie and Tessa were having lunch at the Olive Garden, and after their salads were served, Margie blurted, "Tessa, he went and did it! He went out and bought this new fangled camera so he can put my pictures all over the internet!" After carefully adding a packet of Splenda to her iced tea, Tessa said, "You really think he wants to exhibit your body on the internet?" "Why else would he buy the camera?" "For one, he and Danny belong to a camera club. He may feel inadequate using his old camera with all the other guys having newer ones. You know boys and their toys." "Well..." Marge said, giving Tessa's statement her full consideration. She wanted to be fair to Vince, he had suggested she pose earlier, he hadn't pushed the subject, but she knew he wanted her to pose; he was tenacious that way. "Tessa, you let your husband take nasty pictures of you?" "Um, to be perfectly honest about it, he's taken hundreds of them." "And ... you, um, pose for him?" "Happily." "UH! What does he do with them?" "He keeps them on his computer. We both look at them from time to time. I think he does a good job of trying to make me look as good as possible." "He doesn't have an ulterior motive? I mean, does he show them at the camera club, for instance?' "He's promised me he wouldn't do that. He said it would open too many possibilities for the pictures to become public, or if not the pictures themselves, knowledge that they exist might become public." "So he realizes the danger." "Yes, Marge, he certainly does." Tessa reminded herself that Margie had gone to all-women's Catholic schools from pre-school all the way through college, and decided to approach the subject from a different direction. Both women attacked their salads for a minute or so, and then Tessa looked at her dear friend and said, remember the other day?" "God, yes. I'm still tingling." "We should think it through and decide if we want to try it again," Tessa suggested carefully. Margie dabbed at some salad dressing that clung to her lip before answering. "Mmmm, I don't need to think anything through. I'm terrified that Vince will find out. It would end our marriage." "Well, it's certainly a possibility," Tessa conceded. "But men apparently like watching women make love to one another." "And you know this ... how?" Tessa took a small sip of wine while formulating her answer. "All right, I'll tell you," she said. "Tell me what?" "Margie for Pete's sake, give me a chance to answer you," Tessa barked. Margie shrugged that said same-old, same-old, but shut up and listened. "Danny does more than take pictures of me. He films us − mean he films us in bed – fucking." Margie dropped her fork on the table, raised her voice and said, "No!" loudly enough to gain the attention of those sitting nearby. "Tell me you're kidding!" "I'm serious, Margie, totally serious." "I ... I ... I..." Margie was at a loss for words. Tessa took advantage of the situation to finish her statement. In a low voice she was sure wouldn't carry to the nearby tables, she whispered, "You're worried that a nude picture or two of you will turn up on the internet. Think about how much I trust Danny not to show the dozens of times we've videoed ourselves cavorting around the bed. Hell, we've videoed ourselves on the dining room table, in the backseat of the car, even on a picnic table at a county rest area. Oh, and in our hot tub too, for that matter. I've been photographed in both formats with a load of cum on my face. You at least had it done to you in the privacy of your own bedroom, with no permanent record of it." "That's ... that's unbelievable, Tessa. It will take me a while to process it. I mean..." Something seemed to click inside Margie at that moment, causing Tessa to say, "What?" "You ... you want me to do the same thing!" "Margie, I never said..." "You did. You just told me I should let Vince film us in bed. My God, Tessa, you're a monster!" Tessa had expected Margie to get up from the table and leave her sitting there to stew in her guilt. But Margie remained seated, staring at her from across the table. "You know damn well I'm no monster, Margie." Margie waved her hands in the air. "I know! I know! I just can't comprehend you doing those ... those things." "Want a hug, Marge?" "Yes, but not here. I'm liable to rape you in front of everyone." Laughing, Tessa called for the check. They went to the nearest motel and got reacquainted. Tessa and Danny That night around 8:30, Tessa lay in bed listening to the voices from the next room. Danny was reading to their son, Win. His recent growth spurt was leaving Tessa rather frazzled. Not to mention her mid-day romp at the motel with Margie where they had both experienced new sexual heights while wrapped in one another's arms. Tessa hoped that Danny wasn't in the mood for fun and games, but at the same time she felt guilty about denying him sex if he wanted it; especially after she had enjoyed so many orgasms with Margie. She felt a familiar tingle in her loins. Yeah, I need him in me, she thought. But I don't want his usual slow and easy approach. She began to giggle at the absurdity of it all. What is it with me? I haven't been this horny in ages. Then it hit her. She had had sex with another woman and now had a need to complete the circuit with Danny. Was it that simple? Tessa was still giggling when Danny finally came out of the bathroom, his boner a tent in his shorts and very obvious to Tessa as she lay on the bed. "I was listening to you reading to Win." "And you want me to finish the story for you?" he said teasingly. "Oh, I think it's you want me to finish that," she said, pointing at his slightly upward erection. "Ah, banana boy is awake," Danny laughed. "Is that what you call it?" "I call it a lot of things, but I never call it late for a love connection." "Do all men have a nickname for their wieners?" "First of all, men don't call their, um, wieners, wieners. It sends the wrong message." "And what would the right message be? Tessa inquired as her nipples hardened. "Anything signifying strength; like a steel rod, for example." "Is your, um, rod made of steel?" "Seems like it sometimes," Danny said as he joined her on the bed and planted a kiss right between her breasts. "OH!" Tessa gasped as if surprised by his action, which she wasn't. He kissed a path upward to her face, and licked her lips open. Their tongues wrestled, then nestled, and then wrestled again. He kissed her face and both ears before starting downwards again. He skipped her nipples, almost skipped her breasts entirely, on his road to her belly causing her to moan aloud from the heat of his kisses. "Don't go waking Win, darling," he whispered, "You'll miss out on all the fun." He reached her mound and she lay there enjoying his kisses then began comparing them to Margie's until she castigated herself for doing so. He got behind her and used her left thigh as a pillow. His breath tickled her labia while he reached around to play with the hair on her mound. Finally, he parted her outer lips to lick her inner ones. It was a scene she had played out with Margie earlier in the day, but it jolted her anyway. She felt his snort of satisfaction as he licked away at her. She became quite conscious of all the moisture on her labia; not all of it could have come from his tongue. Tessa reached her right hand back to grasp his calf to anchor her, and used her left to pull a pillow across her mouth to muffle her moans. His tongue warmed her whole lower belly, and then all the way to her breasts. These ached suddenly, feeling as full as if she were nursing her son almost seven years ago. Danny nudged a wet finger into her anus and the warmth became fire which roared through her again and again. It roared through once more, and she pushed Danny's head away from her center. His breath was still an incitement, and then she relaxed. Danny loved being so near the epicenter of Tessa's climaxes. He tasted her sweet juices, noted a slight, almost metallic flavor. He felt her thighs tighten around his head. He watched as her belly straightened and tightened. Then he felt her shake and heard her groan. At that point, he sucked firmly on her clit until she stopped moving. "Oh, God ... Oh, God!" she gasped as the climax swept over her. Danny waited patiently until Tessa had begun to relax. Then he squirmed out of his position and kissed his way up her back. He hugged her and crooned to her while her breath slowed. Meanwhile, he wiped his mouth on the top of the sheet. When Tessa's breath slowed to her normal rate, she turned onto her back. He brushed his lips over her ear and licked it once. When she moved away from the tickle, he leaned on his elbow to get a comfortable position for kissing. He began on her mouth, licking her lips until her own tongue came out to play. When she broke the kiss to breathe, he kissed all over her face and down her neck. He reached her breasts and sucked her nipples until she was moaning repeatedly then he allowed himself to caress the inside of her thighs while finding her mouth again and kissing her lips as softly as possible. "I love you, baby," he crooned in her ear. Tessa wanted to respond, but her guilt at having lain with Margie prevented it. She feared that if she said anything, anything at all it would be followed by a confession, and she wasn't ready to do that just yet. Danny pressed one finger, and then two, into her heat. "Better put it in," she croaked. Holding himself in one hand, Danny rubbed the head of his cock against the little bump that was her clit. This served to raise her excitement to an even higher level that it already was. "FUCK ME, DANNY!" He knew her better than she knew herself and held off; instead he kissed the bottom of her engorged breasts. Tessa's face tightened into a frown. Leaving her moist warmth with a stroke that passed on both sides of her sensitive nubbin; he reached for the box of contraceptives on top of the dresser next to the bed and knocked the alarm clock off sending it bouncing along the carpeted floor. "You think that woke Win up?" Tessa worriedly asked. "He's out like a light," Danny replied as he leaned off the bed to retrieve the alarm clock and set it back on the dresser. He kissed her again and again then left a trail of kisses from her neck to her right breast which he managed to squeeze as he suckled at her nipple. "Oh, Danny!" "I'm having a problem with the rubber," he groused, and then handed it to Tessa. Taking the contraceptive from him, Tessa expertly opened the package and placed the condom on her husband's rampant cock. "You know," she murmured as she fitted the condom snugly upon him and rolled it down his shaft, "Margie tells me that she relies on the pill. They never use a condom." "I prefer double protection, don't you?" "Um, yeah ... until we can afford another kid, anyway." Danny lowered himself into position. "You're not going to use the camera tonight?" Tessa inquired. "I would have, but we got started and..." "It's okay. We have plenty of video anyway." Tessa spread herself for him and Danny sank into her heat. "Mmmm, feels good," she sighed. "Feels great," Danny said a second later. Tessa moved her feet wide apart but pressed firmly into the bed; he raised himself on his hands and arms, looking at her face and breasts rather than touching them. He began to pump his member into her, going almost his full length with each stroke. No neophyte at this game, Tessa rose up to meet him as he plowed into her, grunting with the effort, but deriving a more intense and pleasurable feeling from doing it. "Oh, fuck me, baby," she cooed. Danny paused and counted to three, then slammed into her. He repeated this four times in succession then watched her face tense into a rictus before the fury of his own passion blinded him. He tried to wait for her, but it was impossible. When she pinched his nipples, he groaned, thrust through her incredible tightness until his knees skidded on the bed, and erupted into her. "Did you come, baby?" he asked as his flaccid cock slipped from her sodden hole. "You know it, lover. You're the best," she whispered, although she had not come, but she did enjoy his efforts on her behalf and the feeling of power that his responsiveness always gave her. Her own naughty thoughts had excited her almost as much as Danny's lovemaking. The sweetly-delayed entrance had swept her much closer to the edge than she had anticipated, and she would not negate his pleasure by admitting he had not waited long enough for her to reach her peak. She was a little sore on the insides of her thighs and a little more sore on her vulva. She knew that she was dripping onto the sheets, and that it was going to soak in before she could move. One leg was pinned and the other was out in the cold. She felt better than she had in weeks, but attributed it to Margie's going down on her and wringing all those orgasms from her than to Danny's sweet fucking. She hooked the cold leg over one of Danny's. She would roll him over and extricate the covers when she wanted to; right now she wanted the blanket which loved her. An hour later, Win was shaking her shoulder. "What ... What's wrong, sweetie?" she said. The seven-year-old sniffled and said, "I don't feel so good, Mommy. Then he vomited on the sheet next to Tessa's elbow. "Oh, shit!" she cursed. "Danny ... wake up. We have a problem." It took Danny several seconds to come fully awake, but then he reacted just the way Tessa wanted him too. Leaping out of bed, he took perhaps two seconds to grasp the situation and then ran into the bathroom for a washcloth and a towel then brought them back to Tessa and took the sick seven-year-old in his arms and assured him he would be all right. Tessa gave win a glass of warm milk and sat at his bedside until he fell fast asleep again. When she rejoined Danny in the bedroom, he had removed the soiled sheets and was replacing them. Tessa helped him tuck the corners in and then they both climbed into bed. Five minutes later He asked softly, "Are you still awake?" "Yeah, getting vomited on tend to wake you up." They both laughed at her feeble joke and he reached for her hand, brought it to his newly risen cock and said, "Interested in another go round?" "Sure," she replied, "can't sleep; why not bounce around on a joy-stick?" "Want to be on top, Tess?" "Suits me fine," she answered and swung a leg over him so that she straddled him. "Win sleeping?" "Out like a light," she said. "I recall saying that a while ago. Next thing I knew he was spewing all over us." She laughed and said, "Not us, me. He got me on the wrist and elbow." "I'm sorry. Next time I'll tell him to come to my side of the bed." "I bet you will," she said guiding his erection into her pussy. "Ride 'em cowboy!" he laughed. "It's cowgirl. Ride 'em cowgirl!" "Whatever, let's fuck!" Tessa came several times before rolling off him and allowing his semen to drool out of her and onto the sheets they had just changed, but she was too tired and sleepy to do anything about it. That is until Danny's comment reached the alarm box in the far recesses of her brain. "We forgot to use a condom, Tessa. Tessa did you hear..." "I heard you ... oh shit..." "You did take the pill today, didn't you?" "I ... I don't remember." "Better count them." "I'm tired. Go to sleep." Danny was sleeping inside two minutes. Tessa lay there, unwilling to wipe up the semen still trickling out of her; worrying that she hadn't remembered to take the fucking pill; worrying that she was ovulating right then; worrying that she was preggers again; worrying what Margie would think if she were pregnant; and worrying why she was so fucking worried. ------- Chapter 3 Margie & Vince That same evening, Margie relented to some of Vince's demands and allowed herself to be bound to the bed again and didn't resist the blindfold when it was introduced. "It will heighten things," Vince said vaguely. "What things?" Margie said, "We're going to have sex, right?" "Right, honey, but it all adds to the..." "It adds to what?" "To the ... um, thrill of it all. It makes things more exciting." "More exciting?" Feeling that he was on a roll, Vince continued. "Yeah, sweetie, I mean we can do all sorts of things..." "Name two," she said, getting tired of his game. "Um, we could pretend it isn't me doing things to you. Suppose it was another guy?" "Another guy? You're going to bring another guy in here when I'm tied up? I'll cut your balls off!" "No, no! Marge. A pretend guy. I mean wouldn't it be different if ... we do it all the time. Doesn't it seem like the same old same old to you after a while?" "I happen to like the same old, same old as you call it." "I don't think you understand what I'm saying," Vince protested. Margie's thoughts drifted away to that afternoon's lovemaking with Tessa. Her loins dampened and she felt a need for Vince to put himself between her legs. "I'm tied up here and I can't see a thing, Vince. You going to jump my bones or what?" Vince decided to go for it. He didn't answer her but walked away and left the bedroom, closing the door behind him. "Vince! Did you leave me?" He stood outside the bedroom fighting the need to answer her. Margie grew panicky. Did he have the nerve to leave her tied to the bed like this? Did he know about her and Tessa? She began to sweat, and then she thought she heard him on the phone. Who was he calling? Why would he be calling anyone? He wouldn't have the nerve; he wouldn't dare bring some guy in and watch him rape her. He wouldn't ... would he? She heard the bedroom door open. "Who was that on the telephone?" "No one you know, Marge." "But you called someone, I distinctly heard you talking to someone." "I did call someone. Don't get upset Marge, it won't do you any good." "Don't get upset! Let me out of these god damn cuffs right now!" "Can't do that, Margie." "You'd better do it or you'll regret it the rest of your miserable life!" "It should be a couple minutes yet, Marge." "A couple minutes for what?" Her voice rose in volume and pitch. "You called some guy ... you've called someone over here to see me like this!" "Excuse me a minute, Marge. I gotta see if he's here." "You fucking maggot; lemme off this bed! Lemme loose you cocksucker!" I'll kill you; I swear I'll put a knife between your ribs!" Vince was sweating now. Have I crossed the line and gone too far? Jesus, I hope not, it would mean the end of our marriage. He went about disguising himself as best he could, following a plan he had spent the last two days formulating. He gargled with a cheap rye whiskey, rubbed a greasy solvent on his forearms that he hoped would cause his wife to think of a mechanic at the garage. And as the last touch he donned a pair of coveralls and then a rubber mask bearing a likeness of Richard Nixon. Using his own voice, he said, "She's waiting for you ... in there." Margie, already fearing the worst called out, "Vince ... don't you dare! I'm warning you!" Vince stuffed his mouth with cotton, hoping it would modify his voice enough to confuse Margie even more. Still, he wasn't sure if he would speak at all during the sex about to take place. He picked up the camera and walked into the room, took several pictures of his wife lying spread-eagled on the bed, blindfold in place, and smiled as the shutter whirled almost soundlessly as advertised. "Vince?" "Sorry," he said attempting to add gruffness to his voice, and for the most part succeeding because of Margie's fear that he had brought someone else into their bedroom. Breathing heavily, Vince ambled over to the bed and rested a knee on it, signaling his arrival to Margie. "NO! VINCE, NO!" He ran a hand along her calf up to the top of her knee and stopped. "Jesus Christ, Vince ... Don't do it! For the love of God, don't let him near me!" Too late to stop now, he told himself and ran the edge of his hand over her mound. Margie screamed. She was actually terrified of being raped and started to pray. "Holy Mary, protect me from evil..." Vince couldn't stand tormenting her any longer and tearing the cotton from his mouth, whispered, "It's Vince, honey. It's always been me. There is no other guy..." To support his words he removed the blindfold it and watched as her eyes widened in recognition. "You son-of-a-bitch!" Had her hands not been cuffed to the bed she would have thrown as many punches at him as were possible before he restrained her. As it was she hurt her wrists and would feel pain in them for almost a week. "You miserable son-of-a-bitch! She exclaimed again as relief washed over her. She was not going to be raped. He was a fucking fool, but she wasn't going to be raped by some smelly stranger. "Why? Why Vince?" Her voice softened, and for the first time since removing the blindfold, he felt she might forgive him. "I don't know," he began. "I guess I wanted to add something to our lovemaking. "You wanted to add..." but then she thought of how she and Tessa had added something and stopped. "See, Margie, you always go on about not wanting to do this, or try that. You have a thing about doing it the same way all the time. I was hoping to put some variation into the sex, you know?" She hasn't demanded that I let her loose, he thought. Is that a good sign, or not? "You want ... variation?" "Yeah ... variation." "Like what? I let you tie me up and blindfold me. Isn't that variation?" "It's a start." "It's a start? Well, where does it end?" "I don't know, Marge. That's a road we haven't been down." "Vince, you think you thought this ... this scheme out, do you?" "Um, yeah, sort of." "What were you going to do when I started screaming?" "You were screaming." "No, I mean really screaming. Screaming loud enough to wake Tabby." "Um..." He had no answer. "So, you'd risk ending our marriage and traumatizing your daughter for a little ... variation, would you?" "Okay, I didn't think it through." "Damn right you didn't. Now get me out of these cuffs, and be quick about it." He freed her and to his surprise, she didn't attack him, but walked calmly into the bathroom, sat down on the toilet and relieved herself without bothering to close the door. After washing her face and hands, Margie came back into their bedroom and found Vince exactly where he'd been when she left. Without a word, Margie climbed back into bed laid on her back and slowly spread her legs and arms out as they had been when cuffed to the bedposts. He stood immobile watching and waiting. "Hey, dummy!" she called out. "Um, yeah ... what?" "Aren't you going to put the cuffs on?" He couldn't believe his ears. It took him a second or two before he could react; then he rushed into action, fastening each hand and ankle to a post before stepping back as if to admire his work. "The blindfold," Margie said laconically. Vince hastily fixed the blindfold to her eyes and again stood back as if to admire his work. He was in a mild stage of shock. What is she doing? What the fuck's happening here? "What I propose," Margie said, "is to have me pretend you're another guy. Pretend being the operative word here, understand?" "Um, yeah, so who is it you ... I mean that I'm supposed to be?" Margie laughed, "I don't know ... give me a second. Mmmm, maybe the mailman." "Margie, our mail is usually delivered by a woman." "Whoops, my bad," she laughed and Vince joined her. "I ... um, let's see..." Vince slapped her thigh with his erection. Margie giggled. "In a hurry to use it, huh?" "I guess..." Realizing that she might just be spoiling the mood, Margie blurted out, "okay, I'm going to fantasize that you're Danny." "Danny!" "Why not, I see him often enough. He's good-looking, has a sense of humor and Tessa loves him like crazy." "Okay, so it's Danny, want me to renter the room?" "Sounds like an idea that might work," she said. This is fucking crazy, Vince thought. It's almost like she's deliberately playing into my hands. It's amazing; why after what I just did I'm lucky she's not suing for a divorce. He walked out of the bedroom and closed the door then reopened it. "Who's there?" Margie said, trying to act frightened, but not succeeding. "Vince! Who's with you?" He didn't answer, but fell into the role playing by touching her on the shoulder. It was something he'd seen Danny do to Tessa countless times. Moreover, Margie had commented on it more than once. What the hell? How did he know that about the shoulder touches? Tessa's mentioned them to me and that they give her the chills. Exciting chills. It's his way of telling her she's about to get some ... how in hell does Vince know about that? "Ohhh!" she moaned. He went to her breast and tweaked a nipple. I remember her saying Danny was really into breast play ... how does Vince know all this? Of course, Danny must have told him! Of course, Danny hadn't told Vince anything of his lovemaking techniques, but Vince had paid close attention to the couple whenever they were together. The breast play was just coincidental, he liked playing with Margie's tits as much as anything else. It was just that when Margie had been with Tessa in the motel she had learned firsthand that Tessa loved having her tits played with. "Oh, Danny!" she'd blurted without thinking, and that triggered Vince's response. Now I better play my part, Vince told himself and placed the head of his cock at her wet and swollen opening then split her labia and surged into her. What don't I usually do when we fuck? He wondered as his full length rested inside Margie. He pumped into her several times in rapid succession and then stopped except he continued making his cock jump. Not that it actually jumped at all. But Margie could feel it as it jerked ever so slightly and the light movement excited her simply because she had never felt it before. "Yes, fuck me, Danny. Give it to me!" He backed up then slammed into her. "YES!" He repeated his movement and Margie responded in kind. And for the next two minutes they matched one another stroke for stroke until both were covered with sweat. Mid-way through this scenario, Margie began chanting his name, loudly, wantonly – "Danny, Danny, Danny," accompanied by incoherent fragments of speech that begged him to continue as her orgasm intensified and then repeated as he kept slamming into her. As far as Vince was concerned this was nirvana; his every wish was being fulfilled, and he went at her harder and harder, until he was panting from the exertion. Suddenly, Margie quivered three times in succession. In the process she squeezed his cock with her vaginal muscles – something she had never done before. "Oh, Danny ... I'm coming. Cum with me!" Vince grabbed her ass with one hand then slipped two fingers from the other past his cock and into her cunt, wetting them with her body fluid. A second or two later, he sent the fingers into her anus. Margie squealed, he spasmed and came in her flooding her vaginal chamber with his load. Margie lay there trembling for several minutes. Then she whispered, "My God, Tessa is blessed. I've never been screwed like that before. Thank you, Danny. Please tell me you're gonna do me again." "Nothing could please me more than repeating this performance, Margie. But please, not a word to Tessa." "On that my lips are sealed, now if you don't mind, I'd like to get out of these handcuffs." Sure thing, Margie," Vince said, and removed the cuffs, but left the blindfold on. They lay there a while longer, and then Margie said, "That was one hell-of-a romp, Vince. It never occurred to me that playing games like this could add so much to the sex, you know?' Vince removed the blindfold and said, "You really bought into the fantasy, didn't you?" "I guess I did. But you had me going at the start. I really thought you were bringing in another guy. I couldn't have taken that, Vince." "I was wrong to do that to you. But I think you could have taken it." "What gives you that impression?" "Well, like I said, pretending to bring in a stranger was wrong. Yet when we were pretending I was Danny it seemed all right with you." "Oh, no, I knew it was you, Vince." "Really?" he began mimicking her voice, "Oh, Danny ... I'm coming. Cum with me!" "I was into it by then. I knew you weren't Danny!" "Probably true enough, but you liked the idea of thinking, or fantasizing about him. Have you ever thought about him while we were doing it before?" "NO!" she protested. "Hmmm," he said, and she shot back, "No! I don't do that, Vince. I'm thinking of you." "Roll over, Marge," he displayed his renewed erection and she readily complied. "Doggy-style?" she inquired, looking over her shoulder at him. "Yeah," he replied his voice already hoarse with lust, his hands roaming her back, her rear and her upper thighs until she purred with excitement. "Do me good, Vince," she cooed. "I want to take your picture like this," he said and rolled away from her to pick up the digital camera. "Vince, you know how I feel about..." "You have no idea how sensual you are at the moment. Let me show you." He took three shot of her, front, back and from the side. "God damn it, Vince, I told you..." "Here, see for yourself. If you don't want them saved, I'll delete them right now." With some reluctance, Margie accepted the camera from him and looked at each picture. The first one was a poor picture in that Vince's hands had shaken at the moment he clicked the shutter. But the others were fairly good shots and took Margie by surprise, for she had no idea how enticing her body was having always thought the worst about her figure. Yet here she was, looking every bit the glamorous woman she saw everyday in magazines and on television. "I ... I had no idea ... I mean, you made me look so sexy..." "That's what I've been telling you. You are sexy. Hell, you're beautiful. And I'm proud of you. But we both know that as time goes on, those looks will..." he searched for the right word, and came up with " ... soften." "Wow, okay then, but no pictures of us during sex. That's nasty. It's grotesque to see people copulating. It's just ... just to dirty." "Stick your lovely ass up a little higher, I want to get a better view of it," he said as if they had just agreed to have a photo shoot. She did and he took four or five quick shots before Margie saw how hard he was and told him to put the camera down and come to her. They groaned in unison as he entered her from behind, and he hammered away at her and she hammered back at him. He was hoping she would call out either his name or Danny's, but she did neither as all coherent thought vanished. Margie had but one thought and that was to have the greatest climax ever. There was no time, or need for whispers of names, or love, or tenderness. The only sounds were the wet smacks of their flesh colliding as they rutted and the occasional, "Oh, yeah," and "Fuck me, harder!" flew from Margie's hot little mouth. His hands mauled her breasts continuously, pinching at hard nipples and using her breasts as grips to slam her light body ever harder against his steel-like member. Margie started to growl with pleasure as they both neared the finish line. Then Vince's hips began to jerk erratically of their own accord. "YES! FILL ME!" Margie screamed. And he exploded in her, coating her vaginal walls with his sperm as her pussy clamped down on him until her orgasm compelled her to relax and release him. Then they were spent and lay there, Vince on his back, Margie with her head pillowed on his chest, rising and falling with each breath, her hair cascading over into his face. As Vince inhaled, he breathed in her sweet scent of perfume mixed with shampoo mingled with the odors of sex throughout. He felt the hard nubs of her nipples poking into his torso; he also knew she was leaking the combined fluids of their release onto his leg and probably the sheets, but he didn't care, or want to move. ------- The following morning was Saturday, and after getting Tabby dressed and fed, she went off to play with the neighbors' kids who were her age and would be watched over by Cecilia, an over-zealous mother who was the perfect baby-sitter for the occasion. Over coffee, Vince broached Margie about posing for several more pictures. To his surprise, she was more than agreeable, asking if he wanted to take some of her in a T without a bra. "I think my nipples will show, making it really sexy. What do you think, honey?" "I think I'd better get the camera before you change your mind." Margie found herself enjoying teasing him as she slipped into one pose after the other; finally, she started to giggle. "What's so funny, Margie?" "Mmm, how's this?" she asked and peeled the T off, and stood topless while he snapped away for several minutes. Having grown bolder from her actions, Vince asked her to show her pussy to him. "Not today, I need to trim all the hair down there. I'd look like a cave girl otherwise." "No you wouldn't," he protested, but Margie was adamant. But that night it was she who broached the subject. "Where's the camera?" "What? Vince said, dumbfounded by her question and its implication. "Yes, honey, I shaved it all off for you. Wanna see?" By the time he had finished taking pictures, Margie was willing revealing her pussy to the camera. In fact, she did everything but masturbate for Vince while he snapped away. Finally he tossed the camera onto the couch, told her to get on the bed and mounted her for the most exhilarating sex they had ever had. Tessa & Margie "I couldn't believe it," Margie said to Tessa that afternoon on the phone, "I mean, there I was handcuffed and blindfolded and he leaves me there and makes a call to someone telling them to come over." "Oh, my God! What'd you do?" "What could I do? I protested, I pleaded, and finally I was begging him not to do it." "I can't believe Vince was capable of doing it. I mean, it's rape, isn't it?" I mean, you were telling him no in several senses, right?' "Right as rain, but then I heard a knock at the front door." Tessa was chewing on her nails, riveted to Margie's tale of the night before. Margie, seeing how Tessa was reacting, decided to draw the story out, embellishing a little more than necessary before revealing that it was her husband all along and that there never was another man involved. "And then this guy is in my bedroom. Jesus, Tessa, I could smell him! You know? I couldn't see anything, but I could smell the whiskey on his breath as he climbed on the bed and touched me." "Where?" Tessa asked, having grown wet at Margie's telling of her rape. Not realizing that she was relishing each and every detail, reliving the scene through Margie's eyes. "My pussy. First it was my leg and then..." "Holy Mother of God!" Tessa said, horrified. "I was begging Vince to stop him ... I began to pray." Tessa was crying and nodding, feeling her best friend's pain, until she heard Margie's next words. "And then I heard him saying: "It's Vince, baby. It's always been me. There is no other guy." He took the blindfold off and I saw it was true. It had been him all along, pretending to be someone else!" "I would have killed him, then and there," Tessa said. "I might have too, except I was still bound hand and foot." "Oh, right," Tessa said. "So what happened next?" I cursed him, told him we were finished, that I wanted a divorce." "You poor thing. Don't worry, I know a good lawyer." "Then I asked him why he'd done it and he said, he wanted to add something to our lovemaking. He wanted some variation." "But you'd let him tie you up, wasn't that variation enough?" Tessa said. "My exact words," Margie replied. "And he said, 'It's a start.' But added he hadn't thought it through." "He freed me and I ran into the bathroom thinking I needed to cry or scream and I didn't want to wake Tabby. Instead I found I needed to pee and did. Then I realized I was about as horny as I'd ever been." "What? All that made you horny?" Tessa gasped, afraid to admit that Margie had gotten her horny too. "We had sex, and it was great!" Jesus that's so hot!" Tessa said and moved to hold Margie in her arms. "We could..." "No," Margie said as she disengaged herself from Tessa's arms. "I feel kinda guilty about us and what we've been doing. I don't think we should." "Ever?' Tessa said forlornly. "I don't know. Let's just wait and see, okay?" "Sure ... whatever." "Don't be that way, Tessa; I'm not sure about how things are going. I mean last night seems to have put our marriage in a new light." "What do you mean?" "I mean it was great sex and tonight we'll try to repeat it, maybe improve on it." "Oh..." ------- Danny & Vince "Can you get to your computer without Tessa seeing you?" "Sure, Vince," Danny said into the phone, "What's up?" "Check out your email, and be sure to get back to me." Danny sat at the computer and opened his email and there was a nude picture of Margie on all fours in her bra and panties that gave him an instant boner. He stared open-mouthed at her jutting ass, imagining Vince slamming his dick into it. He tried to recall if his friend had ever admitted ass-fucking her, but couldn't. Maybe she was cherry back there. Wouldn't it be nice if he could be the first one in her back door? Within minutes Vince got an email back with the message, "Not bad. She is so gorgeous. But got anything like this?" Vince almost came in his pants when he saw the picture of Tessa in 5 inch heels, stockings and lace bra and panties. And so it went: · A photo of Tessa taking off her bra and showing off her huge breasts and her silver dollar sized nipples · One of Margie, blindfolded, naked and spread-eagled on the bed. Without realizing it, Danny pulled the zipper of his fly down and took his hardon out and began to jerk off. He didn't last long, and wiped his jizm up with several tissues. Then, having relieved the stress of seeing the coveted Margie, he sent two more highly provocative photos of Tessa out to Vince. Vince replied immediately, with, "Wow! And Double Wow!" Another two pictures of Margie handcuffed to the bed and spread-eagled followed. The picture sharing ground to a halt when Vince ran out of pictures of Margie. He promised more, but Danny was adamant, picture for picture. The wives had no idea they were being shared with an admirer. Tessa & Margie "There's something I haven't told you, Tessa." Margie said this as soon as they met that afternoon. "Jesus, what else did he do?" "Not him, me." "You, what did you do?" "When we were doing it ... I mean, I was handcuffed and blindfolded, you know? But I was the one asked him to do it." "Oh, Marge..." "And when he entered me ... it felt better than it ever had and I ... I..." "You what, Marge?" "I don't know if I can bring myself to say it." "Say what, Margie? For Christ's sake spill it!" "You're gonna hate me!" "I won't hate you, Margie. I swear I won't." "Promise?" "I promise." "With him inside me, I was thinking ... of your Danny!" "You were thinking of ... Danny?" "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, Tessa ... I was maybe confused by the scare that I did it without thinking." "Without thinking ... so you've thought about him before." "No! No! I never..." "Yes, of course you have. Do you daydream about him, too?" "Tessa I swear, I never ever thought of him that way!" Tessa didn't reply. She glared at Margie for a full minute while the tears rolled down her friend's face. "I believe you, Margie. I do. I might have done the same if I had been in your place. I mean I might have pretended Vince was fucking me. Help me out, Margie. Does Vince have a big cock? Danny's about this long." She held her hands about six or seven inches apart. "Why are you doing this?" "I just showed you how big my husband is. Now that should help your fantasies. So tell me, how big is Vince? I want to know so when I imagine him slamming into me I can picture it perfectly." "I didn't expect you to be so mean, Tessa." A feeling of remorse swept over Tessa. She knew she'd gone too far, and was sorry she had. "I'm sorry, Margie. I really am. It's just that I ... I can't see you doing that. But you did and maybe you had what's the word I want? Justification, that's it. You had justification after being cruelly tricked by your husband." They hugged and kissed. Not sensually, but a friendly kiss. "I have to run," Margie said. "Tabby needs to go to the dentist. She was a minor problem with her incisors. "Call me later?" Tessa said, hoping she hadn't offended Margie so much that it ended their friendship. "Sure I will. Tessa?" "Yes?" "I do love you." "I love you too, Margie." "Tessa?" "Yes, Marge?" "Vince is exactly 7 ¼ inches erect." Tessa & Danny "Do you think we have enough variation in our sex life?" Tessa asked as they got ready for bed that evening. "Are you kidding?" "It's a serious question, honey, really it is.' "Well every time I look at you and that fantastic body I get hot." She laughed and gave him a playful slap. "I'll give you points for that, but you didn't answer my question." "Variation, you say?" "Yes, variation." "Well ... we haven't done it on the stove, or the kitchen table," he began. Tessa started to laugh, "Danny, I'm serious." "But look at you; you can't keep a straight face." Rather than answer him, Tessa offered her lips to his and the two savored a long, wet kiss. Danny broke first, placing a hand on her shoulders and turning her then pulling her back to him so that her back was against his front, nestled comfortably against his groin and the life emerging from it. "Mmmm, honey. That feels good," she purred and they stayed in that position with him gently pushing against her firm derrière until her hand reached behind her and slid his shorts down enough to reposition herself with her hips split over his rigid cock where she rode it on the thin material of her panties. His teeth pulled the string on her filmy top apart and it slowly floated to the sheets. Her breasts fit neatly into his hands as he held and moved her over and over, listening to her moaning and knowing what they would soon be doing. Tessa moaned a little extra moan then unconsciously flipped her head back so her mouth was next to his chin and in a very soft voice asked, "Danny, have you ever been sorry you never had another woman since we met?" He knew the correct answer, No, absolutely not. You're the only woman for me, Tess, but he paused and didn't say it. She noticed the pause and chose to wait and see if this was good news or bad news. "Honey, do you want honesty or platitudes?" "Honesty, Danny, always honesty." "Well then, I suppose from time to time I've wondered what it would be like but, you know, always with one of our friends or someone we know. Seemed more like a safe fantasy if it was a friend where it would never, never happen. What about you?" She put her hands over his on her breasts and gave them a loving squeeze. "I love you, Danny and have never made it with another guy either. But I'd be less than honest if I didn't say I'd been curious about the whole idea. Some of our friends like Carol Lambert and Cynthia Armstrong have been divorced and remarried and have told me they've had five or ten men or more between marriages and laugh when I admit I've only had you. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy with our situation, but to listen to them talk about it like it's a game, you know, recreational sex, like a good tennis match." "And are they happy with their marriages?" "They claim they are. But I see the way they check out guys when we're having drinks or at the soccer games with the kids." "So, who have you fantasized about?" Tessa giggled, just to give her a moment to think. Should I say it's Vince? Or should I pick someone who might be a little safer? "You know the blond haired guy who referees Tabby's soccer games almost every week?" "Him? He's a kid." "He looks so yummy though." "He's still in diapers, anyone else?" "Well, Vince is nice..." "But he's taken." "It's a fantasy, Danny." "Next time they're over, or we're at their place and we've had a few drinks, I'll ask Margie who she fantasizes about," Danny said, and saw a strange look cross his wife's face. She turned toward him and stared directly up into his eyes looking for any sign this discussion ought to end. He blinked but looked straight back at her as she responded with, "You're going to mention my fantasies to Vince and Margie? Not a good idea." "Why not?" "For one, I'm certain it will piss Margie off. For another, it might give Vince ideas, and neither of us wants that." "You're absolutely right," he said, agreeing because the conversation was drifting into dangerous waters. To distract Tessa, he squeezed her right breast and rubbed his cock against her groin. She sighed and hugged him back, and then peeled her panties off and guided his cock into her very swollen opening. "Oh, yeah!" "Oh, yeah is the right thing to say, baby!" Tessa moaned, and then repeated the words. "OH, YEAH!" She began to squeeze his member with the kegels she had mastered several months before and moaned again as she felt his width thicken as he moved deeper. Tessa let several minutes pass as they both enjoyed the pleasures of their sexual enjoinment. She had had a mini-orgasm, but wasn't close to the really big one she wanted and decided to increase his desire by opening a new topic. "Did you know the Lambert's are ... what do you call it, swingers?" Danny almost pulled out of her. "What? The Lambert's swing?" "That's what I think, yeah." He stopped moving inside her, but remained highly charged. "How did that come about? I mean, where the hell did you get that idea?" "It's shocking isn't it?" "Yeah, it sure is, now come on, out with it." "I'm sure Carol was hinting at it when she mentioned the small, private pool parties they have every other weekend." "Honey, a private party may be just that, a private party. But it doesn't mean ... I mean, it doesn't necessarily mean they swap spouses." "Maybe it was the way she hinted at it." "How did she do that?" "Well ... Cynthia Armstrong was talking about the lack of sex in her life. She's thinking about divorcing Ben ... but that's another topic. Anyway, Carol said something along the lines of "You should drop in on one of our parties. He might become another man." Danny considered her statement: It could be true all right. But it could also have another meaning entirely. But he said, "I see what you mean, but it doesn't imply anything in and of itself." "Oh, quit sounding like a lawyer," Tessa said. "I am a lawyer, and that's what it sounds like, but I will concede if one were being very careful with their language one might phrase the subject just that way and hope for questions on the matter when the opportunity presented itself." Tessa stared at him for a moment, and then said, "Don't you dare tell a soul, Danny, but Cynthia did get Carol off to the side later on. They had a very animated conversation, and although I was trying hard to eavesdrop, I couldn't hear a word. And that's why I suspect they're swinging at those pool parties." "You didn't nibble at her suggestion, did you?" "Not on your life! Have you seen Milford Lambert?" Danny laughed. "Yeah, I have. He's not exactly my idea of a lead actor in a pornographic film. "He's just ... ugly. I'm sorry, but there's nothing about him that I find attractive." "So he's not going into any of your fantasies?" She giggled. "No, definitely not! Ben Armstrong on the other hand..." Danny, knowing she was teasing, began to laugh too. He decided it was time to resume their lovemaking, and rolling Tessa onto her side, reentered her from an angle that afforded him the deepest penetration possible. Tessa loudly moaned her pleasure and said, "No swapping for me. I've got the man I want in me right now!" He pulled out of her until only the tip remained within her opening, and then slammed into her, jolting her body and sending a torrent of sensations from her clit to her brain. "DO THAT AGAIN!" He did and she shuddered as her orgasm hit her so suddenly she couldn't catch her breath. He did it several more times and came at the same moment she caught her breath again and then she came again. "Ahhh, God, your cock is so sweet!" "Good, you can fantasize about it all day." "I will, I promise you, I will." Vince & Margie That night Margie posed willingly for everything Vince suggested. And he had several blatantly pornographic poses in mind. While she thought it odd that he would want her to spread her pussy open for him, 'showing the pink, ' was the way he put it; it was essentially the same thing Margie's gynecologist would ask of her when she visited him. She did, however, refuse to shave her pussy, having trimmed it before posing for his camera, maintaining that she kept it trimmed and did not have "a big bush," as he claimed. It never occurred to Margie that her husband might share her pictures with anyone else. She was convinced it was just something guys did, as Tessa had said when they discussed the subject. If the two women had talked further, going into the sordid details, they might have figured it out; but while they had been intimate with one another, they kept sexual discussion about their respective bedrooms to a minimum. Danny & Vince It was the July 4th weekend and the two couples were having dinner at Vince and Margie's home when the two women decided that it would be nice to go out and see a movie. The two women poured through the newspaper and decided to see a romantic comedy playing nearby. The men demurred, claiming they wanted to see the Yankees – Red Sox game which had just started. "Why don't you two go ahead? We can watch our game and you can enjoy your movie. It's a win-win situation," Danny said amiably. "You men are all the same. All right, we'll go by ourselves," Tessa said as she picked up her purse. "Maybe we'll get lucky and meet some nice guys at the movies," Margie said teasingly. "You'd be robbing the cradle," Vince said. "Older guys don't go to chick films." "Younger men are fine with me," Tessa replied and shook her rear at the men sitting on the couch. "Woo Hoo!" Danny said and then laughed. Margie looked at her reflection in the hall mirror, pouted and added a touch of lipstick to her lips, put the lipstick into her purse and opened the door. "Last chance guys..." Tessa said. "Enjoy the movie," Vince said remaining intent on the television screen as Derek Jeter came to the plate with a man on second for the Yankees. "We'll come back for dessert and jump in the hot tub. I'll bring our bathing suits from home on the way back from the movie," Tessa replied. The two men smiled. They peered out the window like two eager kids as Tessa and Margie drove off in Tessa's Mercedes. They each had a videotape of their sexual encounters starring their wives for the other to watch. Vince plopped in his tape first. As Danny settled in, the image of Margie standing right in the middle of that very room appeared on the screen. She was wearing a little white tank dress and you could see the tops of her stockings. She wore a pearl necklace. Danny watched in amazement and he heard Margie ask the cameraman "Is it on?" She then walked over to the stereo and turned on some music and did a striptease. As Danny watched in amazement, Vince dropped a box of Kleenex in front of him, "She learned that from the Demi Moore movie, "Striptease." You can pull your dick out. Just don't cum on the Oriental rug." Danny pulled out his dick as he started to stroke it. Margie had her dress hiked over her ass now as she pulled off her thong and then let the dress fall to her feet. In Danny's eyes she was truly beautiful. As he had known it would be her ass was sensational in its appeal; her breasts, while smaller than Tessa's, were perky and topped off with what he would refer to as strawberry-tipped nipples. She finished her dance and was left in just her stockings, smiling awkwardly at the camera. Vince's arm appeared on camera as he handed her a blindfold which Margie quickly put on and then stood waiting, shifting her weight from one foot to the other while holding a hand in front of her pussy. "Are you ready, honey?" Vince inquired. "Um, yes. I'm ready." She replied. The screen went dark for a moment and when the film resumed they were in the master bedroom where Margie was now standing in front of the window blindfolded. Vince walked naked into the picture; evidently he had placed the camera on a tripod. Taking her face in his hands, he kissed her. They began making out, touching and caressing each other. Several minutes passed, and then Vince had her press her naked body against the window. "But ... but anyone passing by can see!" "No one's out there, Margie." "Are you sure?" "Of course I'm sure. The only one who can see you is your mystery lover." "My mystery ... oh, you mean, Danny?" "Yeah, Danny." Danny's cock jerked in his hand at hearing her mention his name. Vince hadn't been bullshitting him. She actually envisioned him fucking her. It seemed unreal to him. On the screen, Margie was pressing her nude body against the window. "It's cold," she complained. "You'll be warmed up soon enough," Vince replied. "Are you sure no one can see me?" "I wouldn't let that happen to you." She continued to writhe against the window panes until Vince took her by the hand and led her back to the bed. He looked away from the screen and saw Vince with a shit-eating grin on his face. "Told ya, didn't I? Believe me now, Danny?" "Yeah, I believe you, Vince. But ... how?" "Just like I said, man. Just like I told you." Looking back at the screen, Danny saw Vince fixing the handcuffs to Margie's wrists and ankles. Almost as soon as Vince mounted her, Margie exclaimed, "Oh Danny, I've always wanted you." She arched upward to greet his cock as it entered her. "I'm thrilled to know you prefer brunettes to redheads, although I do adore Tessa too." Danny moaned aloud and began jerking off. Vince was grinning inanely as he watched his friend beating his meat while watching Margie have sex. He felt himself growing larger even though he'd watched this film countless times. And now once this tape ended, he would get to see Tessa performing for the first time. On the screen, Vince was now feeding his lengthy cock into Margie's mouth. Only when she made a 'gluck-gluck' sound as if choking did he relent and pull it back. "Danny, your cock tastes so good." Margie moaned as she licked the tip of his member. "Do my balls," Vince croaked. Margie hefted his balls to her mouth and licked them all over then took him back into her mouth and sucked voraciously. The tape ended when Vince ejaculated into the air just over Margie's shoulder. In a gruff voice, Vince said, "Gimme yours." Danny handed him his tape and moments later both men were staring at Tessa straddling her bathtub and using a vibrator. Vince took her in; her generous breasts that began to shake when she propelled the vibrator deep within her pussy; and the reddish bush that had Vince salivating as he began to jerk off. Vince turned his attention back to the screen and saw Tessa, brow furled and biting her lips as the toy did its devious work. Her mouth opened..."Huh, huh ... Oh, yeah!" She opened her eyes and looked into the camera, "Soooo good Honey, its sooo good!" She closed her eyes and bit her lip once again, tying to stifle her pending orgasm. The camera zoomed in on her crotch and Vince could see her pussy lips being drawn inward as she swallowed the vibrator. Soon enough Tessa's legs trembled and grew rubbery as her orgasm arrived. Tessa grimaced, came then clenching her teeth to hold the noise down sank down into the tub's steamy water. Then a few seconds later, she panted, "Get hard fast, baby. I need your tool in me now!" The screen faded to black and Danny silently shoved a box of tissues over to Vince as he wiped himself off. Vince gasped, "We gotta figure out how to get them into the sack. I'll tell you this, when you give Margie oral sex, first start by licking the rim of her pussy and stick your finger in her ass, then fuck her with a sharp and jabbing tongue. It drives her uncontrollably wild." Moments later Vince followed with, "So what works best with Tessa?" Danny thought for a moment and then said, "The trick to making her cum is to kissing and sucking her nips while screwing her. It gets her every time." Vince had to stop himself from making a written note of Danny's comment. The television screen was now nothing but snow as the tape ended. Danny quietly walked over to the VCR, popped out the tape, put it back into the sleeve and handed it to Vince, "For your eyes only, my friend." "I, um ... didn't make a copy for you, Danny." "I could make one at home and return yours to you tomorrow or the next day," Danny said casually. "I don't know. I don't want to let any copies out. Not that you'd do anything inappropriate, but someone might steal it and put it on the net. That happens, my ass is grass. Divorce with a capital D." "Are we weird or what?" Danny asked. "I think we're normal," Vince replied. "We're just more advanced in our thinking." "Vince, to be perfectly frank with you, I can't continue like this. I have to fuck the shit out of Margie. Just looking at her pictures then seeing that video ... I can't help myself ... I have to have her." "Danny, I want your Tessa just as bad. The awful truth is that neither of our wives will go for it. They are just good girls who will go along with a fantasy or fetish to keep us happy, but swapping ... that's not on any of their agendas." "Vince, I'm not giving up that easily. If you'll go with me, let's come up with a plan." "Danny, you know me. I'm all ears." The two men spent the next 45 minutes going over ideas they though had merit in enabling them to seduce each other's wife. What they arrived at was meager to be sure, but they knew it needed bolstering. Essentially it was agreed that Danny would attempt to introduce Tessa to what Vince had Margie doing, i.e., having sex while blindfolded; role playing using other people's names. The Hot Tub When the girls returned from the movies, the guys had things set up for a little party out by the Morgan's hot tub. That included several bottles of wine, two types of cheese, and several other snacks like crackers and peanuts. Vince was in his swimming trunks and Danny was waiting for Tessa to bring his. Once everyone had donned their swimwear, they passed the time drinking wine and making small talk while sitting in the hot tub. Margie wore a one piece suit that did nothing to hide her fabulous curves. Her breasts looked perky and stood straight out, and her long legs looked tight and muscular. Danny felt a stirring in his crotch. Tessa wore a two piece, but not by any means could it have been considered a bikini, although she did have several at home. Still, whenever she leaned to the left or right, her breasts rose up in the halter, providing everyone with a healthy peek at her breasts. Both Danny and Vince were tempted to make "the" move, but lacked the necessary courage, fearing what might lay behind either woman's rejection of their ardor for the other's spouse. "How about you guys? What did you watch?" Tessa asked Vince while Margie looked on. Vince was at a loss and Danny jumped in, "Oh, we watched the ballgame until it was all over but the shouting then we watched a little T & A flick." "T & A?" Tessa said, having drawn a blank, and then just as she realized what it meant, Margie jumped in with, "He means tits and ass, don't you, Danny?" "Um, yeah, tit's and asses. The perfect movie to watch when the wives are away. "You are so bad, Danny," Tessa said to her husband. Vince was staring at her tits and out of the corner of her eye, Tessa caught him, but said nothing. "So were they as good-looking as us?" Tessa said, finishing the sentence. "Yeah," Margie chimed in, "were they?" "Neither of them compared to you, Tessa," Vince said, drawing a warning look from Danny. "How 'bout me?" Margie asked and in so doing told everyone she was already feeling the wine. "Actually," Danny said attempting to divert the conversation from the direction Vince was sending it. "Actually, you two make them look like little girls wearing falsies to the prom." "You are so sweet," Margie giggled and put her hand to Danny's face, causing his cock to stiffen. But things settled down after that, although the guys made certain that both Tessa and Margie got a look at both their hardons as they strutted around the hot tub picking up the leftover food and drink while the ladies continued to relax in the hot, swirling waters of the tub. Margie raised her eyebrows when Danny knelt in front of her to retrieve her wineglass, and Tessa stiffed a giggle. Then she too spent several seconds peeking up at Vince as he stood over her puttering around with the chairs and giving her the opportunity to look up his trunks. She caught a glimpse of one of his testicles and of course the outline of his erection was readily discernible as he was careful to keep in within her view at all times. Then both men went into the house to dress, leaving the women in the hot tub where they discussed what had just transpired. "Two pretty horny guys, if you ask me," Tessa said. Margie giggled, "I feel like a teenager at a swim meet." "Oh?" said Tessa. "You know," Margie said, "The guys all strutting around showing off their boners. I'm going to jump Vince's bones once you guys leave." "You are, are you?" Tessa said with a smirk. "And what about you, Tessa? Going to let that hunk of beef go to waste." "Danny will be all over me in the car on the way home. I hope he lets me get into the house, I'd hate to have the sitter come out and find us rutting around in the bushes." Both women were laughing hard when the guys, fully dressed, but still showing erections in their slacks, came out to tell them they could use the bedroom to change. Tessa was wrong; Danny wasn't all over her in the car. In fact, he drove the sitter home, and waited for Tessa to come out of the shower before grabbing her and taking her doggy-style twice before finally rolling away and going to sleep. Tessa had come three times during their sexual play. ------- At the Morgan's, Margie came out of the shower to be greeted by Vince's hardon, and dropped to her knees and blew him, swallowing his load as he had wanted her to. Then Vince returned the favor, going down on her until after several tumultuous orgasms, Margie had to plead with him to stop and with some reluctance, he did. They both showered again and sleep until noon the next day, not worrying about anything as their daughter, Tabby was sleeping over at the Persons. ------- Chapter 4 TESSA A week later Tessa was wondering about recent events. Why was Danny taking so many pictures of her lately? Was he putting them on the internet? And why was Margie, after having refused to pose for so long, now posing with a frequency that alarmed Tessa. Margie had confided to Tessa that Vince had her doing poses Tessa refused to do for Danny. I have let him video me doing things, she thought and recalled several times how he had arranged the camera on a tripod to video them in bed; and the time he persuaded her to masturbate for him in the bathroom. She had only done it after he himself had masturbated while she videoed him in similar fashion, but other than watching the videos later that night, she hadn't seen them again. It occurred to her that the two men might be putting both their photos on the internet, and the thought horrified her. Her first thought was to call Margie for her opinion. But she thought better of it and decided instead to sit down at their computer and look into Danny's hitherto secret files. What she found stunned her. There were dozens of nude pictures of Margie! True, there was also hundreds of her, but Margie? The obvious conclusion was that they were trading pictures of their spouses. Danny! Vince has Margie calling out Danny's name when she's blindfolded and handcuffed! Had Danny been trying to manipulate her when he'd asked about more variation in their lovemaking? Aloud she exclaimed, "What the hell are they up too?" She reached for the telephone, intending to call Margie with the news, but stopped as the answer came to her. They want us to swap husbands! As the thought unfolded she plopped down in a chair and stared straight ahead. That's it! They really want to swap us ... like baseball cards!" Tessa sat there for several minutes then got up and made herself a stiff drink. She began pacing the floor, taking the occasional sip from the glass she held in her hand. Why? Because they're men and men are pigs. Does Margie know? Probably not, but she must have some suspicion that something's not right. Should I call her now, or wait until I know more? Should I confront Danny? She stopped pacing and finished her drink. She rinsed the glass out and put it back in the cabinet where it belonged. Then she went back to the computer and searched further, but found nothing that incriminated Danny and Vince of anything else. My marriage is more important to me than anything else; she told herself, and then realized she had to pick her son, Win up from school. She went to the bathroom and gargled to rinse away any tell tale odor of alcohol. God forbid I get pulled over as a drunk driver, she thought, and then asked herself if she was capable of driving safely. Of course I am; it was only one drink. A second later it occurred to her that the drink was one thing, but the sudden knowledge of discovering what her husband was up to might prove distracting when added to a car full of kids yammering and clamoring all the way home. She picked up the phone and called Margie. "Marge, hi, it's me. Yeah, I know I know, I've come down with a migraine, or if it isn't a migraine it will do until one comes along. Look I don't think I can drive. Can you fill in for me today? I promise I'll make it up next week when it's your turn. "You will? Great. I love you. Yeah, I know; that too. See you when you drop Win off. Thanks a bunch." Now when can I tell Margie? Not today. I'll deal with Danny first. Tessa & Danny When confronted with the irrefutable evidence that he was sending Tessa's nude pictures to Vince and vice-versa, Danny put his face in his hands and confessed. "Yeah, it's true." "Why?" "I don't know ... I mean, I do know, but I don't know if I can put it into words." "Try." "Well ... first off," he swallowed searching for the right words to save his marriage. "First, you have to understand that I do love you. Only you." "And you prove it by putting me on the internet for the world to see? How thoughtful a way of showing your love!" "Tessa, you're not giving me a chance..." "A chance for what ... to think up an excuse for these despicable actions?" "Have ... have you told Margie?" "Margie's not part of this marriage. I want to hear your reasons." "I don't know that I have specific reasons. Let me tell you how it came to this." "All right, tell me." "You have to understand that guys..." "Are you going to tell me that men are pigs?" "No! Well, maybe I am. It was at the company outing last spring when I first found myself attracted to Margie. "A bit more detail, please," Tessa said the scorn for Danny evident in her tone. "Um ... I realized I was checking out her ass. Suddenly I was overcome with lust. I wanted her. I coveted her. I realized I was married to you and possessing Margie was out of the question. And that would have been that, except that apparently Vince formed the same ideas about you that same day." "What!" "He told me ... this was weeks later, mind you, he said you apparently let him look down your top. Let him have a good long look before covering up." Tessa suddenly recalled the incident he was referring too, and felt herself grow red in embarrassment. Please, God, don't let it have been me that helped them reach this point. Danny continued, bent on clearing the air between them. "Some days later we were at the camera club..." "My God, you didn't put any pictures of me up on that screen, did you?" "No, no! I wouldn't do that, but one guy did, and on the way home, Vince bought the subject up, you know, putting up a picture of his wife like that." "Never happen," I told Vince, speaking for myself. "It never crossed your mind, Danny?" "No, never," he said defensively. "What about Vince?" "I remember he said Margie would never even pose for him." "Really?" "Yeah, and he asked me if you'd ever ... you know, posed for me." "So you told him, huh?" "Yeah ... I guess I did. But I told him I'd never let anyone see them." "Tell him anything else about me?" "Um, yeah ... I mentioned that you were sort of an exhibitionist." "You what?" "Um, well I told him that story you told me about letting the guys see your tits at the beach that time." "Did you," she said almost freezing him with the frost in her voice. "Look. He won't say a word to anyone." "You seem very confident about this," Tessa said, obviously not believing him. "I ... I am," he said, looking miserable and very uncomfortable." "Tell me, Danny, how did he get Margie to pose for him? I know her, she wouldn't do it, she's too prudish." "I'm not sure what he did. I know he ... they were into bondage ... you know handcuffs and stuff. I think he took some while she was blindfolded." "Cut the crap, Danny. I've seen the pictures. For Christ sake, she's holding herself wide open for the camera in some of the pictures he sent over." "I don't know. You'll ... you'll have to ask Margie." "Don't worry, I will." Danny shuddered at the thought, but at the moment he was concentrating on saving his marriage. "Which pictures did you send him?" "There's more," he said deciding to tell all before it came back and bit him on the ass even more. "There's more?" Tessa waited him out. "The night you two went to the movies." "What about it?" "We traded videos." "You son-of-a-bitch! Which ones?" "Only one of you, Tess, only the one." "Which one? She said coldly. "Where ... where you masturbated for me." "You bastard! And Margie ... which ones of her?" "The one he showed me had her handcuffed. He ... he was screwing her and she was calling out my name." "Anything you're leaving out?" "Um, later on he had her suck ... um, she did oral for him." "Call your name out again? No, not with him in her mouth, I guess." Waving her arm at him, Tessa groaned, "Get out of my sight, Danny. You disgust me." "Tessa, I..." "Get out. Sleep on the god damn couch! Get a blanket from the closet and get out of the bedroom." "Are you going to tell Margie?" "Of course I am. Don't you dare call him. Don't you dare. She needs to hear this from me. Do you understand?" "Yeah, I understand." ------- Margie took it better than Tessa thought she would. The two women met at Tessa's the following morning after getting the kids off to school. Margie had driven the kids to school and stopped by Tessa's afterward. "You can't imagine what our husband's are, or I should say, have been up too." "And you're going to tell me," Margie said, "but not until I've had a cup of coffee." "Help yourself, Marge, I made fresh for us, but somehow I don't feel like any at the moment." Margie poured herself a cup, added milk and sat down next to Tessa. "Okay, what's the story, Tessa?" "Put the cup down, first." Margie's jaw dropped and for the first time she realized something of import was about to be brought to her attention. "Our beloved husbands," Tessa began, "want us, meaning you and me, to swap with them." Margie's brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?" Tessa's lips closed and then with a smacking sound opened again. "I'll make it simple. Vince wants to fuck me and Danny wants to fuck you. Swapping ... understand?" "What the hell..." "I had been wondering why Danny was taking so many pictures of me lately, you know. And you entered the picture." "How did I enter the picture?" "You told me Vince was taking pictures of you after all that time in refusing to do it." "Yes, but..." "Shush! I have more, much more." "Oh!" "At first I thought my Danny was putting my pics on the net. But I kept coming back to you. Suddenly you were posing almost as much as I had ... err, was." "But I can explain..." "Quiet, please, Marge, you yourself told me the kinds of poses you were now letting Vince take of you. I wouldn't let Danny take them ... that kind anyway, of me. But I have let him video me ... doing the nasty among other things." "I didn't know you'd let him video you doing..." Tessa over rode Margie, saying, "So I went to the computer, Danny's computer and searched for a while and found..." Instead of continuing, Tessa pulled Margie by the hand until they'd reached Danny's office and his PC. "This..." Tessa said and opened the file containing the pictures that their husband's had been funneling back and forth. "My God..." Margie gasped, "That's me!" "I'm in there too, Margie, scroll down a few. And she was ... in all her glory. "Ready for more, Marge?" "Holy shit! He ... he..." "Oh yeah, he did and more." "More?" her stunned friend said, unbelievingly. "Videos. Videos of each of us." "Vince ... wouldn't, couldn't do that," she protested, but it was obvious she didn't believe a word she was saying. "The very night we went to the movies they sat in your house and traded videos of us. You can figure out which one he may have used. I made several, but Danny swears he only brought one of me masturbating for him and his fucking camera. I think Vince had one of you handcuffed to the bed. Of course I haven't seen it..." "That's the only one. He had me stand against the window, and then put me down on the bed." "Stop, I don't want to hear or see the video, Margie. The question is what do we do about it?" Margie started to shake, and instinctively, Tessa put her arm around her shoulder and drew her close. A minute passed. They found themselves looking into each other's eyes. Suddenly the air was thick with anticipation, Tessa leaned toward Margie, but instead of kissing her lips, kissed her ear lobe and then her neck and felt Margie melt into her. As Margie began to cry, groaning that she still loved the bastard; that she didn't want to divorce him, Tessa nuzzled her neck, feeling a release from the pressures that had been mounting since discovering the photos and the subsequent confrontation with Danny. Margie was like smoke in her arms, like a dream only Tessa knew this was real. She heard Margie moan softly, accepting her as Tessa slid her hand down between her legs. Margie pressed into Tessa as she massaged her moist outer lips. Margie's moans were like soft mewing, a beseeching sound begging Tessa to take her, but to take her gently. "I don't know if we should," Margie protested. Tessa knew instinctively that her friend needed, even wanted what would follow, covered her neck with kisses, blowing softly across her ear, and stroking her gently between her legs. Still, Tessa waited before going further until she was sure Margie wanted it; until she wanted it so badly that her body was begging. It didn't take long. "Do you want me inside you?" Tessa whispered. Margie's head was tipped back, her breaths long and steady. "Yes!" she moaned back. "Yes." Tessa pushed two fingers up past Margie's external folds then slid into the velvety flesh while Margie quietly sobbed. "There, there," Tessa cooed soothingly, as she wormed two fingers in and out of Margie's sticky entrance. As Margie's breathing quickened so did Tessa's thrusts. Margie moaned her pleasure as if in a dream, saying Tessa's name and calling yes, yes, and please. Is this how Vince got her to use Danny's name as he fucked her? Tessa wondered. Shoving the thought away, Tessa brought Margie up, all the way up, so that she was so close that her moans deepened and her cries edged toward screams. Tessa's fingers flew in and out of her, bringing her close to the edge, but then backing off. Tessa could tell Margie was wondering why she had not let her come, but what she was now doing felt so good that Margie quickly forgot to complain. With one arm wrapped around her back, Tessa leaned Margie back and slipped out from underneath her. Continuing to work her fingers over Margie's g-spot, she used her other hand to lift Margie's knees and spread her thighs open. When Tessa leaned down and touched here with her tongue, Margie gasped in shock and pleasure. Tessa kissed and licked margie's inner lips, tasted the condensed sweetness of her juices now flowing steadily like a small creek until her mouth was filled with a mix of her own saliva and Margie's nectar. Margie's head began to thrash back and forth, and the words and moans that emanated from her mouth were all gibberish. But each time Tessa's tongue danced over her protruding little nub, a high pitched squeal would escape amidst the lower earthy tones of lust. Tessa had only some brief experience in performing cunnilingus, but she was a fast learner. Each flick of her tongue to Margie's clit was followed by more attention to her opening and then another flick, or series of flicks before returning to her cuntal slit. Tessa used her fingers to pull Margie's inner labia apart; recalling as she looked into the coral colored flesh, the photo with Margie holding herself open for her husband's camera. Finally she sent her tongue inside Margie's hole, fucking her wet pussy with her driving thrusting muscle. As Margie's fluids gushed over her tongue and onto her chin, Tessa found the elusive g-spot again. Margie reacted by gripping the carpeted floor and tensing up so rigidly that Tessa worried she might be having a heart attack. Once assured that was not the case, Tessa jabbed repeatedly, hopping to bring her off in her mouth and catch a flood of sticky girl come to gobble down. Margie moaned and thrashed and seemed so close, but just continued on like this rather than exploding in orgasm as Tessa had intended. It didn't seem to bother Margie; her moans grew more and more frantic, and she began bucking her hips into Tessa's face with a violence Tessa had never seen in her before. Tessa wanted Margie to cum, for then her friend could reciprocate. She decided to seduce her body into letting go. Holding Margie's hips still, Tessa slid her tongue out of her gushing pussy, and pushed her wet fingers back in. "I just want to try something," she whispered to her moaning friend and lover. And she kissed Margie. Margie hungrily sucked Tessa's tongue into her mouth as though it were a man's cock, reveling in her own taste. Tessa felt another gush of excitement down below as her cum drenched tongue touched Margie's; and realized her own cunt was as saturated as Margie's. She broke the kiss and began to tear off her clothes, wriggling out of her jeans and plain t-shirt. Tessa hadn't worn a bra, and her bikini cut underwear were simple and unglamorous and she tossed them aside without much thought. As soon as Tessa's clothing was out of the way, Margie pounced back onto her mouth with a ferociousness that took Tessa by surprise. Within seconds Margie was fingering Tessa much as she had Margie earlier. Tessa slid her hand back into Margie and they manually stimulated each other for some time while licking and sucking at each other's tongue. But when Margie ended the torrid kiss and descended to the vortex between Tessa's legs, Tessa felt herself drawing close to her own orgasm. "God, Margie ... YES! Make me cum! Make me cum!" Tearing her mouth from Tessa's cunt, Margie gasped, "So ... you're close?" I'm so close. Please don't stop." Margie held her even tighter as if to assure her that she was going to see her through. Several licks later, Tessa groaned, "Oh, fuck baby, fuck I'm coming, I'm coming!" Tessa felt her body coil and tense and then it washed over her. It was hard and strong and she could feel her liquids gushing up to Margie's face. Her body shook through an orgasm that seemed to last forever. Margie switched to lapping up the flowing juices, and in her exhilaration, Tessa couldn't believe how wild Margie had become. She seemed starved for the taste of Tessa. "Mmm, so sweet, so sweet." As Tessa began to come down from the clouds, she thought of doing it clit to clit and maneuvered Margie into position to try it out. Then with their legs overlapped so their clit's could touch, Tessa put her hands behind her and bucked into Margie. Margie followed suit, banging her clit into Tessa's. "Oh yes!" she exclaimed. "I always wondered if women could do that," Margie laughed. "Well, now you know," Tessa told her gleefully. "Wait, I want to try something a little different." She pressed her cunt into Margie's. "Now, just rub." They rubbed their clit's over one another, reveling in the pleasure. Their pussies were wet again and they slid around haphazardly over one another making a sloppy sloshing noise. It felt fantastic, but for a moment Tessa felt a surge of penis envy as she wished that she could really fuck her, push herself into Margie's warm waiting pussy and shoot jizm into her womb. "We need a what'chamacallit, a strap-on" Margie giggled as Tessa grabbed her ankle and ground her pussy into Margie's, then humped her slightly and ground her again. As they experimented with the position, they discover several enjoyable ways to stimulate each other. But contrary to Tessa's expectations, Margie failed to reach her climax. "I gotta make you cum," Tessa moaned. "Let's switch to 69." "Oh, yeah!" Margie chirped and swung around so that her pussy was directly above Tessa's mouth. They feasted on each other with wild abandon, with Tessa more determined than ever to bring Margie off with a tumultuous explosion. Tessa's legs suddenly snaked up around Margie's waist, locking her feet behind her and locked Margie's pussy on her mouth. Before Margie knew what was going on, Tessa rolled them both over, putting Margie on her back. Tessa mounted a relentless attack on Margie's pussy, compelling the other woman to howl while Tessa held her ass in her hands and pulled her cunt to her mouth like a ripe melon; and then licked the sweet juices from the soft pulp. Margie stiffened above her. Her breathing pattern changed to sharp and shallow panting and she was trying to say something, but having quite difficulty. "Ma ... ma ... mah..." Tessa squeezed the cheeks of Margie's ass, managed to pull he even closer to her face. "YES, YES!" Margie yelled. Tessa licked furiously. "F ... finger me!" Margie quailed. Tessa slid a finger back up to the opening of her slit but Margie wiggled away. "No," she moaned, and attempted to redirect Tessa's hand. Finally understanding, Tessa coated her index finger with saliva then pressed it against her resistant puckered opening and burying it knuckle deep. "Yeah, finger me!" Margie wailed excitedly. Tessa began moving the finger in and out as quickly as she could. Almost immediately, Margie started screaming that she was coming. Her body went stiff, and then she was convulsing and thrashing as her orgasm hit her with the force of a hurricane. For a few minutes, it was as though she were catatonic. She lay perfectly still, not blinking, barely breathing. "Margie?" Tessa called tentatively. "Are you okay?" "I'm perfectly fine. Never better," she sighed. And then Tessa saw a tiny smile form on her face. "I love you, Tessa." "I love you too, Margie." They lay next to each other, holding hands and looking up at the ceiling of Danny's office for a long time before either of them moved. ------- "So what do we do about our men? Margie asked finally breaking the silence. "Fuck 'em," Tessa said then laughed. "Really? I mean, for real?" "Really, Marge. You fuck Danny and I'll fuck Vince. They seem to want it, so what the hell. I mean, if you don't want to do it, say so and it will never happen. But I know you fantasize about Danny when..." "That's because Vince wants me too," she said defensively. Still unsure of where Tessa was taking her. "You don't think about him on your own?" "Well ... sometimes, yeah." "I've thought about Vince that way." "When you're doing it with Danny?" "No, not so much that; but when I'm in the shower, jilling off, you know?" Tessa said and arched her eyebrows. Margie caught the eye movement and quickly replied, "Oh, sure, I know ... when you get that urge..." "If it's okay with you, I'll go along with a swap." "You really want too" Margie said, keeping her facial expression non-committal. "We could sort of test the waters first," Tessa said suggestively. "Get them in the hot tub like ... see what happens ... yeah, we could do that." "Maybe we'll do one of them together," Tessa said. "How do we do that?" "I don't know, but when I do I'll let you know." "So what do we do with them today?" Margie asked. "I think we should let them stew in their own mess for a few days. Then, say Friday or Saturday night we can get together at your place. Jump in the hot tub and get sexy. And like you said, see what happens." Margie nodded, and then said, "I know how we can do one of them together." "I think I've figured that out for myself, Marge." "We could..." "Never mind, Marge." "I'm getting hot thinking about it." "I know. Its funny isn't it? I mean, one minute we're worried about saving a marriage that might be disintegrating before our very eyes, and the next we're talking about seducing each other's husband simply because they're hornier than usual." "Well, I'm hornier than usual," Margie said. You wanna fool around some?" "No, Margie. I think we should let the juices ferment, if you get my drift." "You mean stay horny for a couple of days to help us do it?" "Exactly." So what should we wear?" Margie asked innocently enough. "You mean the night we swap with them?" "Yes." "As little as possible, Marge. As little as possible." ------- Chapter 5 Danny & Vince "We're in deep shit, buddy, let me tell you," Danny said as he poured them each another shot of scotch. "Margie hasn't said a word to me," Vince said with a puzzled expression. "She knows, damn it. I'm tellin' you she damn well knows. Tessa told me she was going to tell her everything." "But Margie hasn't said shit. That's not like her. I mean, look what I got her to do. She didn't want to pose. I forced her to do it. And now ... now you say she knows all about our scheme, but hasn't said shit?" "Could be they're planning to spring something on us." "Danny, you don't mean lawyers?" "Why else? It's too quiet on my end too, Vince. We had it out once, but that's nothing. I expected to be harped at every fucking minute we were together. But nada, nothing further." "Jesus ... maybe I should bring it up," Vince said, "You know, air it out." "You might try it, see what happens," Danny agreed. "I ... um, I've talked to Mark Elliot, my attorney." "No!" Vince barked. "You figure it's that bad?" "Hold on, Vince. I talked to him to get a grasp of how serious this situation is. You know the financial ramifications and all." "What'd he say?" "They can hurt us bad. But only if we admit to what we did. I ... I've erased everything from my computer. I had a guy come in and clean it up so there's no trace of any of the photos. You want; I'll give you his name and number." "I ... I don't know," Vince said. "Margie's always home and all; I don't see how I could get a guy in to do it." "Well don't admit anything. Don't sign or write anything that's an admission of guilt either," Danny said. Both men remained glum and worried for the remainder of the week, and were more than a little surprised when their wives informed them that they were getting together Saturday night at the Morgan's. The Swap Tessa began to shed her inhibitions when she chose to wear the red and white flowered, backless, and thus necessarily braless, scooped necklined sun dress she'd never had the nerve to wear anywhere to the Morgan's that evening. Margie went complexly overboard, having purchased a very short, skin-tight, black dress from which her breasts all but hung out of. She would never have worn it in public, for it kept riding up her thighs any time she sat down. But this was a 'special' night for her and her man and she wanted to look especially sexy. Vince and Danny, completely puzzled by their wives actions, went along with the idea of a party grateful for any break in the week-long silent treatment they'd received. Although both men knew their behavior was being monitored by their respective spouses, they still couldn't help but gawk at the women and their scanty, revealing attire when they had gathered together at the Morgan's. After greeting Danny, Vince carefully weighed his every word, "I have to say you ladies look especially good this evening." "Thank you, Vince," Tessa said as she glanced a second time at Margie. My God, her tits are going to pop out of that dress before we put the plan into motion, she thought. Margie followed with, "Vince has an eye for nice things; he always has," she winked at Tessa, thinking, and if Vince gets his hands anywhere near your dress he'll have a hand on your boobs before you can say Happy New Year. But look at me ... the pot calling the kettle black. Both women giggled. Tessa over Margie's comment and Margie over her last thought. Making certain neither man was looking in her direction; Margie quickly adjusted her breasts so that a tiny bit less cleavage showed. She received a knowing smile from Tessa, and laughed. Danny was having a problem keeping his eyes off Margie's tits that threatened to spill out of her dress at any moment. Vince was having similar problems with Tessa's dress, which kept providing revealing glimpses of her breasts when she turned or leaned forward. He knew Danny was mesmerized by his wife's tits because he had been bowled over when he'd walked into their bedroom and gotten his first look at her in the black dress. In fact, he'd attempted to pry them out to suck on them beforehand, but Margie had slapped his hands away, and laughed at him. "No touché," she'd said, and he knew she meant it, but was puzzled all the more as to why she would wear such a skimpy dress to a get together with Danny and Tessa. Margie had cobbled together some fruit and cheese to go with the wine Danny had presented to Margie on arriving. Vince put on some music and Danny immediately invited Margie to dance. As Vince and Tessa looked that direction Tessa said, "I haven't seen that 'hunting' look in Danny's eyes since we were dating." Vince replied, "Looks like Margie has given him back the thrill of the chase." Tessa nodded in agreement, for Margie and Danny seemed totally oblivious to their spouses who sat watching them as they danced a Cha-cha. After several drinks it seemed to Danny that Vince and Margie were eager to be wild and naughty. Margie kept bending over and showing off her breasts which all but fell out of the dress each time she handed her guests a drink or passed a tray of hors d' oeuvres' around. And Vince had already made several off-colored remarks very uncharacteristic off him. So when Vince cupped Tessa's rear when they were alone in the kitchen briefly, keeping it there for much longer than warranted, Tessa wondered if her friend had told her husband what they were up too. Later it turned out it was only nervousness on their part. Still, their enthusiasm and the succession of tropical drinks containing more powerful portions of alcohol with each serving proved infectious in removing any barriers to what was to come. Danny tried, but couldn't keep his eyes off Margie's tits, and when she sat down her dress rode up and provided him with a view of her crotch. Danny would have sworn she wore nothing underneath. What the hell is going on? He wondered. Vince was worried because he now had a raging hardon and wasn't sure what would happen if Margie saw it. He snuck a glance at Danny's crotch and saw that he too had one. He figured they were both in deep trouble. At ten after eleven, Tessa sent Margie their secret sign and the swap was underway. Tessa glided over to Margie's husband Vince and teasingly asked, "So, Vince, do you like the way I'm dressed?" "I love it," he whispered back, hoping Margie wouldn't hear him. He had been concerned about how Tessa would react to his grabbing her ass earlier, but wasn't worried about offending Danny at all, for they had shared too many confidences about their wives to worry about any flirtation. "Then why don't you ask me to dance?" "Just stupid, I guess. Come on. Let's give it a whirl." As Vince put his arm around Tessa and began to dance with her, facing each other a few feet apart, she realized for the first time that she was a little wet. She noticed it mostly because of the movement of her own body. As she moved her hips to the beat of the music she could feel that her panties seemed very tight against her labia, meaning they were swollen with excitement. Tessa looked into Vince's eyes, took a step towards him and put her arms around his neck. She let their bodies synchronize and press against each other, teasing him with her breasts resting against his chest. She let his leg slide just slightly between hers so that if the desire struck her, she could grind on him a little bit. She smiled as his muscular arms dropped to her lower waist and teased the top of her hips and butt. He smelled good, a pleasant musk to his cologne that drew her close enough to him that she could hear his words. ------- Margie walked over to Danny and leaned over, letting her tits all but hang in his face. "What about you, Danny, gonna sit there like a log when the music is so sweet?" Moments later, both couples were dancing. Danny caught sight of Tessa across the room, dancing with Vince; even seeing her molded against his friend for the first time brought a twinge of jealousy, but he was quickly distracted by the way Margie was mashing her tits against his chest, and then he felt her crotch against his thigh. She's actually rubbing her pussy against my leg! He thought, and her hip is pressing against my crotch! What the fuck? I wonder if she feels my boner. Margie could feel him all right; other than Vince she hadn't danced with anyone who'd had a hardon since her sophomore year in college. Of course, she'd met Vince at the start of her junior year and that had been that, until tonight. After another minute or so of intimate contact between them, Margie innocently inquired, "Are you enjoying this as much as I am, Danny?" "You bet I am," and then he looked around guiltily for Tessa, only to see her dancing even closer to Vince. ------- Something vibrated to life between Tessa's legs and she involuntarily pressed her hips hard against his leg. A gentle sigh of pleasure escaped her lips as she pulsed to the rhythm of the music in his arms. It felt so good she actually was concerned she might stop dancing and just grind against him, but to her surprise as her clit throbbed to the beat, she found it impossible to stop dancing. It was as though the music was moving her pussy from the inside and in doing so, forced her hips to sway to the music. She felt her face getting hot, her breathing quickened, not just because of the movement of dancing, but because of the excitement that seemed to be pulsing through her body. Dear Lord, please tell me Marge and I are doing the right thing. Nervously, Tessa glanced around and saw Danny dancing just as close to Margie as she was with Vince. Her guilt vanished instantly, and she had to hide the rush of pleasure she felt when Vince pressed himself against her belly. She pressed her body hard against his, moving full into his arms and hiding her face on his shoulder. She had never been so turned on dancing before, and she tried hard to hide the fact that dancing with him felt the way foreplay did with most people. She saw Danny glance her way and she smiled at him and received a smile back. Reassured that he was okay with what was going on, Tessa gave herself to the music's beat, felt it being absorbed by her body and grew wetter. As they moved about the floor, Tessa watched Vince's eyes. They were all a glitter with excitement. Vince had found Tessa's dress revealing from occasional side views of her breasts when she turned this way, or that. It was obvious she was naked under it. Her tits, though firm and tight-looking, jiggled slightly with every movement. His hands patiently explored her bare back, and when he pulled her even tighter against him she countered by grinding her pelvis into his crotch and felt his erection prodding her stomach. Tessa whispered, "Do you like?" "Oh my, yes!" Vince croaked, "I ... I've always thought of you as a beautiful, sexy woman." "Oh, you're so sweet," she said and kissed his cheek, and feeling his erection prodding her pelvis, "I see that you're still keeping in shape." The comment through him for a loss and he blurted, "Huh?" Tessa could only respond with a small bump and grind into his tumescence. He understood that less than subtle message and replied, "Well, you kinda bring out the best in me, Tessa." "Oh, you are a sweet man, Vince," and gave him another bump and grind. ------- Margie pulled away from Danny's arms and turned around, afraid she might just start humping his leg if she stayed pressed up against him. She wanted to show him her tits and bent forward letting them all but spill out of her dress. She bent over, shaking her ass to hide the fact that she could swear she was being fucked right there, in the middle of the dance floor. Part of her was saying that she should be embarrassed for being so turned on by just dancing, and part of her was so excited by it that she didn't care. She decided that she would just try to hide the pleasure she was feeling, after all, as long as she kept dancing, no one would ever know. Margie whispered into Danny's ear, "Oh, my, you've got a hardon!" "I'm sorry, Marge," he said, "I just couldn't help it." "Don't apologize," she giggled. "I think of it as a compliment." As she said this, she reached down and boldly rubbed her hand over the outline of his hardon. Danny gasped with pleasure. "Do you like my tits? I bought this outfit with you in mind?" "Fantastic," he said as she gave his member a light but unmistakable squeeze; which prompted him to amend himself, saying, "I mean they're fantastic, Marge, but I have a confession to make." Margie briefly wondered if he was going to chicken out and force them to call the whole thing off. "Oh, really?" "I ... I've been lusting after you for several months now. I mean, I always thought you were sexy as hell, but lately I ... well at the company outing I got a good look at your ass and thought it was the greatest I'd ever seen. I mean, I thought for sure your ass was your best asset." "My ass?" "Yes, but tonight ... this dress ... it's your tits that set you apart from other women." "OH... "He had definitely moved her with the compliments, still, Margie pressed him further. "But what about Tessa?" "Tessa is the love of my life. She's the perfect woman for me ... but I also desire you, and I think tonight I'm going to possess you. Of course I also think that Tessa wants Vince." "And you know this how?" "I'm not sure, but I suspect the two of you have set out to swap husbands for tonight. Am I right?" "I ... I don't know how to answer that," she said, cursing herself inwardly for giving their plan away. She felt his hands on her ass and it sent shivers down her spine. "Turn around, Margie," he said while his hands squeezed the globes of her ass. Margie turned and immediately felt his erection bear down on the cleft that separated her asscheeks. She looked back at his smiling face, only barely aware of the ravenous look on her own, "Oooo! Danny ... what are you doing?" she murmured over the pulsing beat of the music; her body now moving in ways she had never even tried while alone in her room as a teenager. Moved as she had witnessed a stripper dance once while in college. Danny was beside himself, fighting off the urge to let loose; to cum while dry humping her magnificent ass. He knew of guys who had done it while supposedly dancing, but while he had had some enormous boners, even a case of blue balls while courting Tessa, he had never cum in his pants. Yet he knew he was close to doing just that, and he began looking for a means to end the dance while still keeping Margie close; perhaps even getting her to go off into the house somewhere and fuck her brains out. ------- Encouraged by Tessa's actions thus far, Vince sent his left hand inside her backless dress. Realizing that he was halfway to her breast, Tessa shrugged her left shoulder and brought the underside of her breast into contact with his greedy hand. "Oh, my, how did that happen?" she asked innocently, "Thank goodness your hand is warm." "Mmmm," Vince croaked, "Not the only part of my body that's warm," he said, and added, "You're much friendlier than usual tonight, Tessa." "Am I? I suppose that's a compliment?" "It is," he replied. Vince's hand was now cupping her breast. Tessa's right hand moved between his legs and gripped his balls. "Well then, let me compliment you, big boy. That's some heavy equipment you're lugging around down there." They stopped dancing and with her eyes fixed on his, Tessa licked her lips and glanced down at her chest. Her nipples were hard and visible under the light material. "I bet you asked Margie," he croaked hoarsely. "Maybe I did, and maybe I didn't." Having no verbal response to that, Vince flicked her nipple with his thumb. "Mmmm, nice," Tessa purred and ground her pelvis into his. His cock aligned itself with her steamy slit and she moaned, "Oh, God!" and widened her stance while thrusting back at him. In a moment they were dry humping, not caring what their spouses thought. It was as though the beat of the music slid up inside her and throbbed, then slid back out and vibrated. Then back in, filling her, and back out making her ache for more. Each beat of the bass felt as good as real sex. The tightening, throbbing and pulsing inside became so intense that she buried her face in his shoulder again to hide the pleasure she was feeling. But even as she hid her face, her body said everything to him on its own. Her hips rocked to the beat, teasing her wet panties against his leg in little dancing circles. She could feel his dick rock hard against her thigh. Her breasts felt hot and swollen against his chest and yet, even in the heat, her nipples were as hard as though it were freezing outside. As the beat pounded inside of her she began to feel her pussy responding to it uncontrollably. As she ground her wet pussy against his leg a particularly strong beat pounded against her g-spot and her pussy involuntarily twitched. A chill ran the entire length of her back and she moaned slightly into his ear as her hips shivered against him. It was in this moment she decided the term "dry humping" was a misnomer. "I want you," Vince croaked. "Do you? What about..." "I want you, and nothing's going to stop me. Understand, Tessa?" "I ... I know you're hot, Vince. I mean, I am too ... but..." "No fucking buts. Look at them, they're practically fucking on the dance floor." he said heatedly, hardly able to contain himself from picking her up, tossing her on his shoulder and carrying her off to his cave. His words had more than there intended effect. Something pounded her g-spot. She couldn't help but press up against him, her clit throbbing against his leg to the beat of the music. His body seemed to vibrate against hers wherever they touched and it sent tingles and chills down her spine. She let her breasts bounce and press against his chest as she moved her body in closer to his. She pulled her head back and looked into his eyes with pure astonished lust, her hands locking behind his neck as she lost all control of everything happening below her belly button. They kissed and the world faded away. Tessa was no longer encumbered by a marriage certificate. She wanted Vince to ravish her; to bring her to orgasms undreamed of prior to this moment and she couldn't care less if Danny was offended by her actions. Tessa managed to blurt out, "We should go to your bedroom, Vince," before he actually scooped her up in his arms and moved quickly toward his bedroom, leaving his wife, Margie and Tessa's husband, Danny still grinding into one another. ------- "They left us," Danny said quietly. So quietly that Margie had him repeat himself. "They're gone?" she said. Danny nodded. "Why don't we go out on the patio where we can be alone?" he suggested. "Besides, it's cooler out there." Margie took his hand and led him out to the patio where the hot tub bubbled away several feet from them. "Will you take them out for me, Marge? I like to really get a good look at them." "What did you just say, Danny?" "I ... um, asked if you'd show me those fantastic tits of yours," he said then blushed like a schoolboy. "My tits? I'd be honored, Danny." And with a deft, feminine movement she scooped her breasts from her dress, letting them rest on the material so that they pointed straight ahead, with no sag whatsoever. Danny licked his lips and went for her right breast. Margie cradled his head to it with both hands, murmuring softly, "Suck it, baby. Suck it good," and moments later she was squeezing his cock and rubbing its tip with her thumb, chanting, "Suck 'em good, baby, suck 'em good." ------- However, once Vince deposited Tessa on her feet in the bedroom, he had a rush of guilt. "Tessa, I ... I can't." "You certainly can, Vince," she said, cupping his package with her right hand and giving it a healthy squeeze. "No, you don't understand. I mean we can't do it on the bed. I think Margie would resent it. I don't think she'll mind us fucking each other's brains out ... but not on her ... I mean our bed. Do you understand where I'm coming from?" "Yes I do, Vince, and I'm glad to hear you say it. I'd feel the same if the situation was reversed." "So what do you suggest?" Vince said, noticing for the first time exactly where Tessa's hand was. "The patio seems the logical place," she said. "There's the hot tub and chaise lounges. The neighbors can't see or hear us. Yeah, I think the patio." ------- And so, Vince and Tessa made their way out to the patio to join the other couple. "Jesus, look at them!" Vince gasped as Tessa squeezed his hand. Danny and Margie were hurriedly stripping as if in a race to see who would finish last. That honor went to Danny, who had trouble removing his remaining sock while standing. Soundlessly, Tessa took a step back and began removing her sundress. All she wore beneath it was a tiny thong with a very obvious wet spot at its center. As she stepped out of her shoes, she sat down on the chaise lounge and calmly said to Vince, "What are you waiting for?" But he was staring at her tits, for they really were gorgeous: grapefruit sized, symmetrical, round and perky, with big pale areola, and little upturned nipples. Vince snapped out of his lust filled daze, took off his shirt, and then slipped off his shoes and socks, finally removing his trousers. He was standing between her legs, his Calvin Klein's level with her face. It was evident that he was working out regularly, his flat hard stomach and his muscle definition providing ample evidence of the fact. But it was his bulge that commanded her attention. She grasped the waistband of the CK's, and carefully eased them over his erection. Tessa appeared to be mesmerized by the sight of his erection. She had of course seen other men, but other than Danny, her husband, she had not seen one since they first met. Vince wasn't longer than Danny, but he was thicker; and thick cocks were the food that fueled her masturbatory fantasies. ------- While Tessa stared hungrily at Vince's tumescence, Margie was more energetic. She reached out to fondle Danny's erection, afraid that when she did it would disappear and that she would wake up from what had to be an erotic dream. But Danny's shaft was scalding hot in her hand and she knew it was no dream, and she began to slowly stroke it, sliding her hand up and down the length of his shaft, from its base amid the forest of black hair to the smooth head that was already glistening with his anticipatory juices. Her forefinger played in them leaving a damp trail as it circled his crown. She was intrigued by the size of his testicles and she cupped each one in turn, as if trying to gauge their weight. And then she was again holding his shaft. They all ended up in the hot tub, filled to the brim with a lust they probably hadn't felt since their hormones raced out of control as teen agers. They were all more than half drunk; not realizing the heated waters would accelerate the speed with which the alcohol would race through their respective systems. It seemed fitting that Vince would make the first risqué remark. "Ain't she got great tits?" Being a good husband, he of course, meant Margie, but Tessa stood up, cupped her breasts and displayed them for all to see, while Margie remained seated, only revealing portions of her breasts in the ever swirling waters. It wasn't long before the women, led by the slightly inebriated Margie, commented on their husband's appendages. Naturally, both men stood up unsteadily on the hot tub's bench to show off their erections. The women kidded them, but all remarks were complimentary to say the least as they hungrily eyed the other's husband with the same intensity that the men eyed them. Then Margie threw any pretense aside – telling herself that she could always blame it on the booze and left Danny's side to move next to Tessa pressing her breast into her arm. A moment later she was sitting on Tessa's lap. Vince's eyes were bulging in disbelief. "What the fu..." "Let it go, Vince," Danny said coldly. "Let them play." Tessa immediately piped up with, "Yeah, let's everybody play!" What Vince heard was, "Let us play," what Danny heard was, "We want to play." Tessa put an end to the momentary confusion by grabbing Vince's cock and squeezing it just as Margie kissed her. She returned the kiss, but guided Margie's hand to Danny's midsection. Margie took it from there and began jerking him off as they held their torrid kiss. When Vince felt Tessa's hand grip his cock he sent a hand between her legs. Tessa widened them as much as she could under the circumstances, and he began fingering her. In short order, Tessa was cupping Vince's balls and Margie was sucking at Tessa's right breast. Not to be left out, Danny maneuvered himself so that he could play with Margie's tits, rolling her nipples and tweaking them while she moaned happily into Tessa's mouth. Abandoning Tessa's breast, Margie ran her hands from Tessa's neck to her thighs where she encountered her husband's hand, fingering Tessa, and she laughed, and said, "Oh, my, we are going to be naughty and nasty tonight!" Tessa started to giggle at that and said, "Vince, you have a very sexy wife." "I know it," he admitted. "And so does Danny." Tessa squeezed his cock again, and replied, "Thank you, kind sir." Then Danny entered the conversation, saying, "So, Marge, how does it feel to kiss Tessa?" Margie giggled then replied, "She has the softest lips imaginable." As she uttered the words, her fingers went between Tessa's legs brushed her clit then slid inside her. "Which lips were you referring too?" "All of them, Danny. All of them," Margie answered. "What?" Vince blurted, suddenly understanding more than he wanted to. "Evidently our wives go both ways, Vince," Danny said and laughed, finding it funny that he'd never suspected anything between the two women. "That's not even funny, Danny," Vince said as he bristled with anger. "Oh, get off your high horse, Vince," Margie spat out. "Here you are in the hot tub, feeling up his wife, even fingering her before I took over..." "And doing a fine job," Tessa said happily. " ... and you're pissed because we want to do to each other what you two gonnifs want to do to us. Well, fuck you, Vince!" "Hey, hey! Calm down everybody," Danny said putting his arm on Vince's shoulder. "Here, this may help," Tessa said, and reaching with her right hand, she pulled Vince in to her and kissed him hard. He didn't act surprised or shocked, but went with the flow, responding to her tongue when it entered his mouth with his own. "Attaway, brother," Danny laughed. "You go, girl!" Margie chirped and added a second finger to Tessa's pussy. Tessa tapped Vince on the shoulder, signaling him to end the kiss, which he did. Tessa struggled to stand, exposing Margie's hand between her legs. "Ooop's," Margie giggled, "You weren't supposed to see that," and she slowly removed her fingers and placed her hand in her own lap. Both men were staring at Tessa's breasts as rivulets of water dripped down her neck and shoulders before skiing zigzag down the slopes and falling back into the hot tub. Danny could see why Vince had lusted after his wife. She was beautiful standing there with the water cascading from her magnificent breasts. He took a deep breath and told her so. "Tessa, you are truly beautiful, and I love you." Tears filled Tessa's eyes as she told him that she too, loved him, loved him more than life itself, and they kissed. Margie turned to her husband and said, "That was so beautiful, Vince." "Yeah, it was. But, hey, Marge..." "What?" "You're pretty good looking yourself, you know?" "As always, Vince, you have a way with words," and she kissed him passionately, loving her man more than ever. Following the kissing session, the couples began to banter each other, taking pleasure in both humorous and inane remarks. Vince hopped out of the tub, made another round of drinks and brought them back to the others still sitting in the hot tub. A few minutes later all barriers dropped. Suddenly Margie was sucking Danny; and in an act that surprised her, Tessa took Vince in her mouth. Even alone, in their bed, she seldom did that to Danny. Both men had plopped down on the edge of the tub when engulfed by the women's hungry mouths. When Tessa looked across Vince's body at Margie, her friend's head hid Danny, but the steady to and fro was quite adequate to signal what was happening. Then, in almost dreamlike slow motion, Margie turned toward her and stretched out her hand to Vince's groin, drawing his erection away from Tessa and engulfing it in her own mouth. Two quick sucks later, she pushed it back to Tessa, who calmly resumed her fellating without a glance at Margie. Margie took Danny in hand and jerked him off, but sensed that Tessa wanted her to help with Vince's boner. She was correct, for moments later, Tessa groaned, "Help me with this, Marge." And as they shared Vince, Tessa felt Vince's hand slide up between her legs to finger her. A gasp from Margie suggested Danny had done the same to her. They kept sucking on Vince, taking turns, each secretly hoping he would cum in the other's mouth first. The men had a surprise in store for the women as well, for moments later; Danny's finger joined Vince's in Tessa's cunt. To have two men fingering her was both a surprise and dream come true. Tessa left the cock she'd had in her mouth and humped back feverishly at the fingers working her sex. Saddened when Danny suddenly left her to finger Margie; Tessa made no objection on hearing her friend gurgle with pleasure from his rapid fingering. A moment later she found herself laughing and pointing at Vince's crotch. Margie saw her point, and taking Danny from her mouth joined in the laughter. Tessa pulled herself up on the edge of the hot tub as Vince moved in on her. "Honey, you look like you like what you see." Tessa said with a little chuckle. Vince laughed as his hands made circling movements on her derriere. Wriggling away from his awkward embrace, Tessa jumped back into the swirling, bubbly water and quickly made her way to the opposite end. She was almost there when she felt him grab her ankle. "Oh no, little lady, you got me into this predicament and now you are going to get me out," Vince said as he cupped her breasts, pulling her back against him. Tessa gave up the fight and floated away with him accepting her fate. "You have the most fantastic tits, I ever seen," he rasped in her ear. And before she could reply, he rotated her onto her back so Tessa could float naturally in the water as he eased between her legs to bestow a kiss on her pussy. ------- "I've waited so long for this to happen, Margie," Danny gasped, "And with your permission we are going to enjoy each other in any way we can imagine." Margie found his romantic words irresistible; she began to melt under his light, delicate touches. "I've wanted to tell you forever that you have the most perfect derriere in the world and the rest of you is only a millimeter behind that part." Margie laughed and resumed jerking him off. "Thank you for the compliment. I think your dick is special too." "Are you gonna suck it some more?" "Maybe," she said teasing him. She loved sucking cock and was almost drooling over having him cum in her mouth, but she wanted to feel him inside her before letting him come. ------- The next thing Tessa knew was that Vince had hauled her out of the hot tub, set her down on a towel, and was spreading her legs prior to entering her. "Put the damn thing in me," she shouted, not caring who heard. As Vince entered her with a soft grunt, Tessa caught a glimpse of Danny sitting in a tub-side chair with Margie straddling his lap. They were swapping tongues as he pumped his dick into her. I guess our worries about swapping were unfounded, Tessa told herself before abandoning even token resistance, and throwing her legs around Vince's hips with a wild acceptance of Vince's almost violent thrusting. ------- Danny couldn't believe how hot Margie's pussy felt as it slowly engulfed his dick. He looked down and watched his dick disappear up between her legs, sliding right up into the pink opening framed by her dark pubic hair. "Oh, Jesus, that feels good!" Margie cried out. "Wait until it's all the way in," he replied, and with a grunt, drove his pole entirely inside her. "I feel your balls!" she groaned happily. Danny reached down and hooked his arms under her knees, lifted her legs, spreading them wide. Margie leaned back supporting herself with her hands. "OH, DANNY!" Margie cried out, as Danny placed his forefinger directly on her clit, causing her to take a sudden intake of breath. He gave her erect clit two quick rubs with the finger making her squeal with a certain sensitive delight, and then raised her up before dropping her down, fully embedding her on his rock hard shaft. ------- "Oh, Tessa, I've thought about this moment for so long, "Vince croaked as he adjusted Tessa's position slightly then pressed down lightly on her hips. He couldn't believe how wet and receptive her cunt was. "I'm trying not to cum right away, baby, but you're making it difficult." "Am I doing something wrong, Vince?" "No, no, nothing like that. In fact, it's the opposite. You're so hot I can't help myself." Vince slowly withdrew his dick until only the end was still in her then slowly pushed it back up into her again. Tessa groaned happily now, allowing herself to enjoy every aspect of their wild night. Vince continued to fuck her, slowly and deeply. "It's okay if you cum," she said, trying to be kind. "I'll help you get it up again. I give great head." That was all Vince needed to hear. He increased his pumping, screwing his dick in and out of her. For her part, Tessa was responding to his thrusts, pushing herself up to meet him each and every time. Groaning and grunting with each thrust, Vince found himself balls deep in her with every stroke. "Gonna cum, Tess!" Suddenly, Tessa let out a muffled scream, and her legs began to jerk and spasm. Her eyes were shut tight, her face a picture of intense pleasure. Vince groaned and suddenly thrust into her, burying it as far up in her as it would go. His dick jerked and throbbed as he squirted his hot jizm into her cunt. Finally, the spasms of pleasure subsided and he stood there with his dick still buried inside her. Moments later he slowly withdrew from her juicy hole. Tessa moaned a little as the tip slipped out of her. He lowered her legs and pulled her back up to a sitting position. "Oh, boy," she smiled at him. "That was really something else!" "You can say that again," he agreed with her. "I can't remember when I have cum so hard." "It's that strange pussy," she told him. "Getting some that you haven't had before will always do that to you, or so Danny has told me." "Speaking of Danny, where are they?" Vince said and Tessa noted that he had not mentioned Margie's name. ------- "We're right behind you, buddy," Danny cackled. Tessa and Vince turned at the sound of his voice and saw Margie getting to her feet and trying to stem the flow of Danny's sperm as it drooled from her cunt. "Ewe! You came a ton," she crowed happily. ------- Twenty minutes later Tessa was dancing nude with both men while Margie was in her bedroom trying to find some of her toys. Danny was in front of her, Vince behind. Both had hardons; Danny's pressed into her belly, Vince's into her ass. Danny had his arms around her hips with his hands caressing her ass. Vince was alternating between mauling her tits and rubbing her belly. Several minutes later, Margie returned with her favorite toys in hand, to find Tessa on all fours on a chaise lounge, moaning, "No baby, do me doggie style." Margie stood there and watched as Vince nervously mounted her; for he was uncertain if their combined weight would hold up when he was pounding into her. As Vince fit himself into Tessa's cunt, Danny presented his cock to her open and apparently hungry mouth while Tessa started teasing her clit. Margie pulled another lounge next to theirs, laid down, spread her thighs, and inserted the vibrator into the pliant outer flanges of her own moistened pussy, turning it on to full mode. Margie came immediately when she saw Vince pull out of Tessa, only to be replaced by Danny's pulsing prick. Four thrusts later, Tessa coughed Vince from her mouth, and began a series of violent orgasmic convulsions as her husband spurted his load into her. Tessa had one brief thought before surrendering to her orgasm, Fantastic! Unbelievable! I can't wait to share this feeling with Margie... But then the chaise lounge collapsed under their weight; yet Tessa continued coming for some time afterward. ------- Vince noticed his wife jilling off with the vibrator and went to her, standing before her until she noticed him, while Danny helped Tessa to her feet. Seeing him and his erection looming in her face, Margie tossed the vibrator into the hot tub and pulled Vince to her. He eased into her with the familiarity only married couples really know and enjoy. I have to get off, Margie thought, I need to cum as much as Tessa! Not caring a whit about Vince's needs, she wrapped her legs around him and fucked him wildly, blindly, her pussy clamped down like a vice onto Vince's cock until she felt the ultimate release sweeping over her. Vince ever the loving husband, kept at her even after she'd found the unfettered liberation sought in her orgasm. The net result was that as Vince began ejaculating into her cunt; Margie came again and then once again. "Okay, partner," Danny said to Vince, "Time to switch again." "But I just came. I'm done for a while, Danny, honest." "What's wrong with your tongue, Vince?" "Oh, yeah ... I hadn't thought about..." "Stop talking and start eating," Danny said and moved between Margie's legs, now sprawled on both sides of her chaise lounge. "Oh, and be gentle with Tessa, I'm afraid the lounge broke. Maybe take her into your bed?" "Yeah, good idea," Vince said and took the still dazed Tessa by the hand and led her into his bedroom. Dining at the "Y" Danny watched as his wife was led away into the house, and then he lowered his mouth to Margie's twat and lapped away like a dog at a water bowl. It took two minutes before Margie was sobbing and coming; until her entire body was shaking; until his face was slimy with her cum. He waited a couple minutes for his heart beat to slow then he picked her up and carried her into the master bedroom where Vince was kissing and sucking on Tessa's puffy, purple labia. Margie looked between her best friend and lovers thighs and saw her clit peeking out from behind its hood; saw the clearish girl goo that her husband had caused to leak from Tessa's twat. She wanted to dive on the bed, shove Vince aside and tongue Tessa to a hundred orgasms. But she remained by Danny's side and watched her husband devour Tessa. Vince brought Tessa off one last time, and then with his jaw aching from being over worked, he rolled away and lay face down, trying to capture his breath. Danny used this interlude to position Margie on the bed alongside his wife, Tessa. A moment later he joined them, putting himself next to Margie, so that the four now lay− from left to right Danny, Margie, Tessa and Vince. Tessa broke the silence. "I think I blacked out a little bit, it was that intense. "Really?" Danny said, obviously interested in Vince's ability at cunnilingus. "Oh, sure," Tessa said. "My orgasm just rolled straight through me, and all I could do was hang on for the ride. It was like a massive thunderstorm inside of me. My nipples felt like they were going to pop right off my tits. When I was finally done gasping and shaking, I was a limp mass." "So how do you feel now?" Danny asked gently. "Like going another round," and then she laughed giddily. "I don't know why, I mean, I've had my brains fucked over, but still..." "I know what you mean," Margie said. "Danny ate me to I don't know how many orgasms. My twat is sore and yet I still crave more." "Vince, our dreams have come true," Danny laughed. Vince shook his head as if clearing cobwebs, much as a prizefighter might after being hit very hard. "They expect much more out of us those dreams might become nightmares." Both Tessa and Margie scoffed at his lame excuse. "Rest up fella's, we'll take it from here until you manage to revive yourselves," Margie said and moved catlike between Tessa's legs, parted her inner lips with her tongue and tweaked her clit with the tip of her thumb. Tessa moaned appreciatively, a hungry, wanton expression on her face. "You girls really gonna do it?" Vince asked nervously. "Right here, right now," Margie said leaning close enough that Tessa could now feel her breath against her skin. As nervous as a schoolgirl caught with her pants down; Tessa considered the consequences if their men failed to accept their making love to one another. Both men seemed transfixed, frozen in time, drinks in hand, flaccid cocks starting to stir. Neither one moved, nor even appeared to be breathing. Suddenly, having made up her mind, Tessa broke the silence, "Eat me," she barked at Margie with more than a bit of lustiness in her tone of voice. "Yes," Margie groaned and leaned in to lick the flesh along Tessa's thigh. "Jesus Christ!" Danny croaked. "Unfuckinbelievable! Vince concurred. Tessa actually saw Margie smile, and then lost sight of what she was doing, but felt her touches ... seemingly everywhere at once. The flat of her tongue against her clit sent waves of pleasure roaring through her body. Off in the distance, Tessa heard her husband's heavy sigh; hopefully of delight and not despair, as Margie's hands gripped her buttocks and pulled Tessa's twat to her seemingly insatiable mouth. Tessa knew that her friend tasted both her own fluids as well as those of Margie's husband, who had left a sizable deposit within Tessa after they'd fucked by the hot tub. "Christ, Danny, would you lookit how hot they are?" "I know, Vince. I'm watching just like you are." "Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" Tessa exclaimed after Margie's talented tongue had run straight up the glistening wet furrow of her slit, ending the run by flicking over Tessa's vibrating clit. Tessa plucked on a nipple and groaned, "Oh, I'm getting close!" She heard Margie's barking laugh at her remark, and then shuddered as Margie began sucking on her engorged clit. The shuddering intensified until Tessa lost all control and started shaking in an almost convulsive manner. Margie let up until Tessa regained a semblance of control then attacked her again, Tessa jumped as if shocked when Margie's tongue passed over her clit one too many times. "Too sensitive!" she gasped. Margie was looking at Tessa through glazed, half-closed eyes; her shiny, black hair every which way; her breasts flushed as she stiffened her tongue and jammed it all the way up Tessa's sodden pussy. Tessa shuddered and moaned. But Margie wasn't holding still for any delaying tactics on her friend's part. Making her tongue flat, she worked it back into Tessa and let her do the work. Pretty soon Tessa had centered her clit right on Margie's outstretched tongue and was shimmying back and forth with her hands wrapped up in Margie's hair. "They're fuckin' unbelievable!" Vince croaked to Danny. Both men were unconsciously stroking themselves as they prepared for another round of fucking. By this point, Tessa was making so much noise Vince began to worry about his next door neighbors. Marge had both hands on Tessa's ass, supporting some of her weight as Tessa rubbed herself off on her tongue. Margie couldn't believe how wet she was. Tessa's pussy was making wet squishing noises against her face; the gooey juices were running down Margie's cheeks and her neck. She let one finger explore between Tessa's milky white globes and was rewarded with even more vigorous movement; even louder moans. Margie gulped a lungful of air when she had a chance. Her middle finger found Tessa's asshole, circled it, and gently penetrated. It was slick with pussy juice, and Margie's finger slid in easily, right up to the first knuckle before it was firmly grasped by her sphincter. Tessa's gasps and moans turned into cries and screams. Margie's finger slipped deeper into her asshole. Tessa grabbed Margie's hair hard and mashed her into her cunt. "COMING! GOD ALMIGHTY, I'M COMING!" Tessa screamed, and crammed Margie's face against her clit then squirted a prodigious amount of girlie goo into Margie's face and mouth. The men gawked in wonder as Tessa already having cum several times, adjusted her position so that she was squatting over Margie's goo covered face, and with Margie's finger still up her butt, began rubbing her own clit like the retarded banjo player in the movie "Deliverance." Long gossamer strands of come leaked from her swollen cunt to Margie's already sticky face as Tessa slowly sank down and almost fell off the bed. Would have had not Vince caught her body and rolled it back on the bed, half covering Margie's torso. "Oh man, that was amazing, Tessa gasped. "You damn near wore me out, ' Margie croaked. Both women managed weak laughter and kissed one another hungrily. "I love you, Margie." "I love you too, Tessa." "I owe you a big one, Marge." "I'll take a rain check, Tess." "Guys, you still there?" Tessa heard her husband say, "Jesus, I never thought I'd ever see the day," followed by the all too familiar sound of his squishy prick as he stood nearby stroking himself, toying with it in much the same way she would when they made love. She knew too, that Vince was also playing with himself; the slap of his balls as they pounded against his thigh provided all the evidence she required. Tessa hadn't believed Margie's request for a rain check, and rolled her over then pounced upon her. Less than ten seconds elapsed before Margie was lifting her ass slightly, grinding, sometimes humping herself against Tessa's face; her hands entwined within Tessa's hair as she pulled herself even more firmly against her best friend, crying out: "Oh my God Tess! Oh my God! Yes baby, yes! Lick me! Suck me! Eat me!" To heighten Margie's pleasure, Tessa, with her face mashed against the others pussy, reached up blindly, found her nipples and began pinching and twisting them, knowing it was painful, but doing it anyway. Her effort was rewarded by Margie's crying out, "Tear the fuckers off!" as she thrashed wildly, alerting Tessa to the fact she was on the verge of a huge orgasm. "Oh, God," Vince exclaimed, "it's going to be a BIG one! Danny watch, you won't believe it." Margie's ear splitting release startled everyone in the room. The neighbor's dog started barking and soon everyone was laughing until the tears rolled down their faces. Everyone, but Margie, who was still enmeshed in the throes of a follow up orgasm. Danny looking on wasn't sure what transpired next, but he was certain Margie hadn't finished coming when she sat up and dove between Tessa's legs again. "What!" Tessa cried out, shocked at Margie's reaction. But Margie was already commanding either of the men to fuck her while she ate Tessa. As Vince moved toward her, Tessa barked out, "Danny, get over here so I can suck you!" Tessa came quickly then pushed her husband away, crying out, "No mas! No mas!" Margie allowed Tessa to crawl away and sit down in a nearby chair. "Get off me, Vince," she said, trying to hide her disappointment at not bringing Tessa off again. Danny, his erection bobbing in front of him, went to the make-shift bar and made another pitcher of Margaritas'. Vince rambled into his bedroom and came back holding a narrow box. "Hey, everyone, I've got some more games we can play!" ------- Chapter 6 "When did you get a new game, Vince?" Margie asked. "I've had it a while," he replied. "But, Vince, I thought you two were into bondage type stuff," Danny said. "We are," Vince admitted, "But this is a slight variation, expanded for more players." "More players?" said both women at the same time. Danny moved closer, obviously interested in this new game being introduced by Vince. He hadn't mentioned it to Danny, and had him very curious. From the box he produced a leather paddle lined with fur on one side and handed it to Tessa, who started giggling as she teased Margie's ass with the fuzzy side then flipped it over and gave her a solid whack that jiggled Margie's ass cheeks and soon had them turning bright red. "Wait, wait!" Vince hollered, before scampering off into the bedroom again. "He must be smashed," Danny said. Margie laughed and said, "No, I doubt it. He's up to some..." But Vince was back, holding the handcuffs they used in their bondage games. "Oh, no, Vince. Not in front of our friends!" "Everybody plays," Vince laughed. "Everyone gets cuffed sooner or later." "Do we get laid or flayed?" Danny laughed. "A little of both," Vince said. "Honey, you know how the cuffs work, so please let me start with you." "So ... I go into the bedroom?" she said. "No, no. We'll do it here. See, I can hook the cuffs to the what'chamacallit ... the things holding the drapes up." "They'll pull out of the wall, Vince," she protested. "Not if you don't yank 'em out." The men carefully prepared Margie and when she was finally secured Margie did a little jig, almost but not quite swinging from the hooks. Danny immediately went to work with the paddle. Twenty minutes later, everyone had had a turn at being spanked and they tossed the paddle aside and moved into the bedroom. The next game was called 'Taste, ' with Tessa bound to the bed and spread-eagled, and Margie straddling her face. Danny and Vince made lewd comments until Margie swiveled around and the girls segued into a long lasting 69. When Margie was cajoled into leaving Tessa's reddened cunt, Danny took her place, bringing her to a huge orgasm, and then laughed and said, "I didn't get to taste any of Vince's sperm. That damn Margie got it all." As Margie took Tessa's place and squealed delightedly from the few sharp smacks bestowed on her magnificent derrière by Danny, she crowed, "Anyway Danny, you're still a cocksucker by proxy." Tessa was the first to go down on her and had her flopping about like a fish just hooked. After her first orgasm she settled down and enjoyed the hell out of Vince, who followed, while Danny brandished his cock in her face, occasionally slapping her with it before he took Vince's place and brought her off to another rousing cum. Meanwhile, Vince had a video camera going and was recording things as they progressed, occasionally handing it off to Danny when he was needed as a participant. Then Margie was blowing her husband; and when Tessa beckoned Danny over to her, he placed the camera on a tri-pod and joined her on the bed with the other couple. It wasn't long before both women were on their backs getting fucked, heads facing in opposite directions. Danny began by pound hard into Tessa, and then he slowed down to gradual in and outs which appealed to Tessa no end. "Baby, baby, baby!" she crowed, "It's one long, happy cum!" "You guys look really hot doing it that way," Margie giggled. Danny leaned in to her and planted a deep soul kiss on her mouth, marveling at the sensory overload of mingling tongues with one woman while fucking another. Vince waited patiently for the kiss to end then he placed Margie's legs on his shoulders and slid into her, this maximized the depth of each and every thrust. "Oh, yeah, give it to me!" she shouted over and over. And after both men splattered their spouses tits with seminal residue, they each took another Viagra and let the girls suck on them until they hardened, Tessa worked on Vince, cupping his balls, while working the shaft with one and then two hands, all the while sucking voraciously on his cock. Margie went at Danny as if she were starving. She had continuously demonstrated a strong appetite for oral sex throughout the entire evening. It didn't matter if her partner was man or woman, or husband or friend; each and every partner got everything she had to offer. This time she added a new touch to her blowjob. In attempting to get Danny to his fullest extension, she adroitly slipped a finger up his ass. It produced the desired result, and she quickly mounted him, fucking energetically for ten full minutes before trading him off to his wife and riding Vince's boner until he came some twelve minutes later. But it was while Vince was banging away at Margie that Danny left off fucking Tessa to rummage around in the toy box Vince had shown them earlier. "Lookie here," he said to Tessa, as he pulled out some beads and waved them around. Tessa giggled at the sight of him waving the beads and he joined her. He pulled her tight and kissed her then whispered "Let's have some fun with Margie." Tessa was agreeable, although she had no idea what he was talking about. "Open your mouth, Tess," he said, and giggling happily, Tessa did, and he dropped the first two beads in her mouth. "Get them nice and wet, honey," he whispered, so the fornicating couple next to them couldn't hear. Tessa worked the saliva in her mouth over the beads then put the next two beads in her mouth wetting them as well. When she was satisfied that they were thoroughly saturated, she handed them to her husband. But Danny shook his head, "No, Tessa," he said. "What now, master?" She giggled. "Now, I'd like you to be a real slut and use your tongue to push them into Margie's ass!" Danny slapped Tessa on her ass, to emphasize the order. Tessa thought it really funny to do this to her friend while she was getting royally screwed, and placed her mouth up against Margie's ass and let a dollop of her saliva drip down the cleft of Margie's ass. Margie was just about to reach another climax when Tessa, using her tongue and a helpful finger, worked the first bead into Margie's ass. Margie started squirming as the bead made its presence felt in her rectum. "What the hell? Oh, that's soooo nice!" she cooed. Tessa spit directly onto her girlfriend's ass before shoving the second bead in. Danny thoroughly amused by the insertion of the beads started to finger his wife's ass, while telling her she was next in line for a bead job. With the insertion of the second bead, Margie came hard, although it was mostly Vince's work that produced her orgasm, Margie attributed it to the beads. The beads did have an effect all their own; this was demonstrated when, as Tessa pushed in the fifth and sixth beads, Margie started to cum again. And just as Vince was unloading his sperm into his wife's cunt, Tessa yanked the string of beads out of her ass, causing Margie to jerk and shudder as she climaxed again, and then collapsed on the bed, almost unable to move. When neither man was able to produce another erection it ended things for the evening. Margie and Tessa wearily changed the sheets and pillowcases, tossing the used ones into the washer but not turning it on. The men showered quickly and were followed by the women, who showered together. Finally they all fell onto the bed and fell asleep in a mélange of arms and legs. The following day Margie was the first to waken. She spent several minutes extracting herself from the arms and legs twisted about her, not wanting to disturb any of the others. She had had already made coffee when Tessa joined her in the kitchen, wearing only a filmy Teddy, sans panties. Margie was nude except for an apron, stating that 'The World's Best Cook Hides Under Here, ' greeted her with a light kiss. "Some night, huh?" "Twice as good as my honeymoon night, and that was ... special," Tessa replied. "Really? You must tell me about it sometime. Coffee?" "Yes, Please." "The bulls still snoring?" Margie inquired. "I guess," Tessa said. "My guess is they'll sleep until noon unless we wake them up." "Probably by throwing water on them," Margie added and laughed quietly. "I'd let them sleep," Tessa laughed. "They acquitted themselves extremely well last night, don't you think?" "They were magnificent, and they were gentlemen too," Margie added. Tessa snorted as she drank from her coffee cup. "What?" Margie asked. "I didn't think it would be that good." Margie giggled and said, "I never thought we could do it front of them and live to talk about it." "Yeah, right; scary wasn't it?" "Now we're free to do it whenever." "You really think so?" Tessa said as she poured herself another cup of coffee. Margie giggled and hopped up on the table and spread her legs. "C'mon, eat me out." "Here? Now?" Tessa asked incredulously. "Yeah, c'mon; do me," Margie said rubbing Tessa's shoulders and stroking her hair. "Not just yet, sweetie," Tessa laughed. Tessa felt more secure than she had in a long time. Her husband was okay with her and Marge. Moreover, he was okay with her and Vince. She was certain he still loved her and that her love for him was still strong. But she also loved Margie. The question was who did she love more? Would she leave Danny for Margie? With a toss of her head she put all those thoughts out of her head and leaned against Margie and slowly began to explore the body beneath her. . Margie groaned and seemed to melt as Tessa's hands moved up her back, kneading into steel cable muscles and knots like solid concrete. Margie's back arched and she gave a little purring sound. Tessa raised her head and watched the brunette's face as it contorted with alternate bliss and pain from the backrub. Margie had shifted so that when Tessa put her head back down, her cheek was resting on Margie's firm stomach. On impulse, she turned her head and kissed it. Margie's hands moved to the back of her head and neck. Tessa nuzzled her stomach and kept kneading her back. Somehow, her nuzzling worked its way up Margie's body and she felt the yielding flesh of a breast against her mouth. She massaged the underside with her lips and found her way to the hardened nipple. She pulled at it gently with her teeth, dragging a moan from Margie's throat. Tessa opened her mouth and pulled as much of Margie's breast as she could manage into her mouth. Her tongue rapidly flicked over the nipple then she pulled back until just the tip was in her mouth again and she nibbled. Margie reached down and pulled her head back gently. Tessa looked up at her, a little alarmed that she might have done something wrong, but Margie just smiled. She pulled the apron off over her head and her breasts slid free, bouncing inches from Tessa's face. Tessa stared, admiring the symmetry of her lover's conical breasts; certainly smaller than her own, but still very enticing morsels in their own right. Margie's breasts were good-sized with large pale nipples. There was the slightest hint of gravity's long-term pull on them, but the pectoral muscles behind them were firm, buoying up their weight. She felt Margie's eyes on her. She looked up and met her smiling gaze. Margie took Tessa's hand and brought it to her breast. The skin was hot to the touch, soft and smooth. Tessa lifted the flesh, squeezing and kneading it, then descended upon it with lips and tongue. Margie's hand slid into Tessa's hair and encouraged her attentions with pressure changes, stroking and rubbing. Both of Margie's legs hooked over Tessa's hips and she arched her back, groaning. Tessa's sudden switch to the other side, attacking with her teeth first and then her tongue, wrenched a cry from Margie, who clutched more tightly to Tessa. She felt Margie pulling her into the mound of sensitive flesh, so she devoured what she could, sucking, nibbling and flicking her tongue over the hard center. Margie was grinding against Tessa, her head flung back, eyes closed, breathing fast and desperate. When the pressure let go, Tessa let the nipple slip from her mouth and kissed Margie's collarbone, then her throat. She nipped her throat, getting a whimper in response, and then raised herself up to claim Margie's lips. She licked at her lips and teeth teasingly before closing the last distance and sliding her tongue into her open mouth. Their tongues wrestled, their gasping breaths mingled. Tessa felt Margie's hands slide up her back, under her Teddy. When their kiss finally broke, Margie pulled back, face flushed, breathing heavy, and pulled Tessa's Teddy off with a quick motion. She tossed the Teddy away and scanned down Tessa's body lovingly. Tessa's breasts were larger, more voluptuous than Margie's, with dark areolas that were pulled tight around their centers right now. She brushed over them with her palms, sending shivers through Tessa, and then with great deliberation, she bent forward and kissed the nipple of Tessa's left breast, then flicked her tongue over it. She gently took the tip in her mouth and began to suckle. Tessa groaned and trembled, and it was her turn to pull Margie tighter against her. Margie slid forward, half- falling from the table and dropped to her knees on the wooden flooring. Tessa followed her to the floor and Margie recaptured the breast she had just been suckling and pushed the turgid nipple deep into her mouth. Neither woman heard or saw Danny emerge from the bedroom, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He was naked and had a semi-erection that began to rise as he watched his wife being made love to by Margie, the woman he had coveted until the night before. He realized he still craved her and his wife. He decided to remain silent and watch them, hopefully to learn from them if he didn't interrupt them. Tessa ground her hips against Margie's, and the other woman fell back to sit on her heels, letting their legs intertwine. Her arousal reached a desperate point and Tessa began rubbing herself against Margie's thigh, felt Margie's hips move on her thigh. The aroma of Margie's arousal reached Tessa's nostrils sending her into a fever of passion, and a series of incoherent moans and whimpers came from Tessa's throat. Their mouths met again in a blind, savage kiss. They shared their breath, gasping and moaning into each other. Tessa felt the heat and tension rising and spreading from her groin into her thighs and stomach, her chest and legs and arms. Her muscles locked and she screamed into Margie's mouth. She felt Margie's thigh withdraw and her hand dart between Tessa's legs. She pressed her palm against the spasming clitoris and vibrated rapidly against it, pounding waves of the orgasm through Tessa, who screamed and cursed into Margie's neck, her body in a rictus of ecstasy. It went on and on and on, Margie holding her close and continuing to grind her hand against her, slowly moving her fingers into Tessa's sodden entrance. The added pressure of penetration, as well as the pressure of Margie pulling forward against her clit set Tessa screaming and spasming again, her curses becoming incoherent shrieks as the minutes stretched on. Tessa's sounds woke Vince, and he stumbled from the bedroom to join Danny in watching the women entangled on the kitchen floor. Danny signaled Vince to be quiet and let them finish. Both men had rampart cocks, pulsing every few seconds with an urgent need as they stood next to each other watching hungrily. Tessa came back to herself, sobbing and whimpering, curled in Margie's arms on the floor. Margie's hand was still massaging, but she was allowing Tessa to sink back to consciousness. After a moment more, Margie withdrew her hand from the throbbing, wet sex and wrapped herself around Tessa. Tessa gasped and shuddered with her sobs, clinging to Margie as if she were the only person left in the world. "Shhh," Margie whispered in her ear. "It's all right. Everything's fine. Just hold on." Margie was the first one to see the men standing several feet away and nodded at them. She held Tessa close, listening to her sigh and slowly relax by nuzzling her face into Margie's neck. As Tessa's awareness returned, she realized they were both lying on the floor and that her arm was falling asleep in a truly uncomfortable position. She tried to shift a bit without disturbing Margie. Margie smiled and rolled up to her hands and knees, straddling Tessa's hips. "Shall we move this to someplace more comfortable?" Her smile was devastating. "But the bedroom's..." Tessa began. Margie shushed her by placing a finger on her lips. "They're not sleeping. They're right behind you." Turning to the men, Margie said, "How long were you standing there?" Her pupils darkened at the sight of the two throbbing cocks leaking precum now only a foot or so away from her face. Tessa also turned and an involuntary, "OH!" slipped from her mouth. "You two were beautiful to watch," Danny said. "Absolutely gorgeous," Vince added. "If you like, you can continue in the bedroom. We'll watch but won't interfere," Danny said, and Vince nodded his assent. Tessa nodded wordlessly and allowed Margie to pull her to her feet. Margie took her hand and led her back into the bedroom. She dropped Tessa's hand and crossed the room, her buttocks were soft and rounded, but also seemed taut with firm muscle. Tessa realized that it was this view that had triggered Danny's desire to possess Margie, and she didn't blame him a bit for feeling that way. Vince stood watching as Tessa mounted the rumpled bed; tanned skin, blonde haired, head thrown back wantonly and with a blonde triangle of fleece between her legs that was glistening in its wetness. "You're beautiful, Tessa," Margie murmured into her ear. "So are you," Tessa whispered hoarsely as the two women slowly moved about on the bed, positioning themselves so that Tessa lay atop Margie, head nestled between her breasts again, one leg over one of Margie's legs. One of Margie's hands was rubbing gently across her back, the other held onto Tessa's shoulder. After a few minutes, Tessa shifted slightly to take the nipple facing her between her lips. Margie shuddered and moaned, her back arching involuntarily. Tessa rolled it with her tongue, sucking with slow, inexorable pressure, drawing the flesh deeper into her mouth. She flicked her tongue over the tip quickly then returned to the rolling motion. Margie uttered a low whimper and spasmed as her nails raked lightly over Tessa's shoulder blades. Letting the nipple slide from her mouth, Tessa began nipping across Margie's stomach. Margie jumped at each nip then looked down with surprise as Tessa worked her way closer to her destination. Margie gave a little moan and laid her head back on a pillow. Tessa reached the black-haired mossy triangle and laid a series of wet kisses on it. She felt the soft curls brush her face, smelled the sweet aroma of soap, comingled with the other's musky tinged arousal. Gently shifting Margie's thighs apart, she spread the swollen labia and leaned forward to kiss Margie's exposed clitoris. Margie's body convulsed and arched. Her tongue darted forward, sliding beside the sensitive nerve, up one side and down the other, tasting the salty wetness. Margie shuddered and her legs tightened a bit. "Oh, shit!" she murmured. "Oh, fuck!" "Like this?" Tessa whispered. "YES!" "And this?" Tessa inquired, as she drove her tongue into the other's vulva. Margie arched her back, driving her hips up, and whimpered, "Yes, oh, shit, shit, yes!" Tessa withdrew her tongue and placed her lips over Margie's clitoris and began to suck. The powerful thighs tightened on her, Margie's hands held tightly to her head; hips thrusting up against her mouth. Tessa strove to remember all the tricks that had been used on her that she had enjoyed, and then decided to improvise. Still sucking voraciously, she flicked her tongue rapidly over the nub, dragging full-throated cries from Margie. Tessa maintained her suction and began driving her tongue in different patterns. Suddenly, Margie screamed, her back arched so violently that Tessa was lifted as well. Margie's body went rigid. Tessa was held in place by Margie's thighs and her hands, which were locked in Tessa's hair. Tessa kept driving with her tongue, trying to keep the pressure constant and the stimulation changing quickly enough that Margie didn't lose the wave of the orgasm sweeping over her. They stayed locked this way for what seemed eternity. Just as Tessa thought her jaw would fall off, Margie slumped back on the bed, gasping wildly. Tessa relinquished her hold and with a big smile on her juice smeared face raised herself up over Margie. After a moment of catching her breath, Margie stretched under Tessa with a catlike grin of satisfaction on her face. She moved her hands up Tessa's back, pulling her down to kiss her. Margie's tongue sought hers and tasted deep into her mouth. "God, you really are beautiful," Tessa groaned into Margie's mouth. "And you are amazing," Margie replied. Tessa pulled back, bracing herself up on her elbows over her. "Oh? Why?" "I never expected you could make me feel like this." "Why not?" Margie gave her a wry, appraising look, then smiled and motioned her forward. Tessa smiled and lay her head down on Margie's chest. She could hear Margie's heartbeat pounding rapidly, still slowing down from all the exertion. She toyed with the shape of Margie's collarbone. Margie's hands roamed over her body, comforting and arousing at the same time. "Does any of this have to end?" she asked dreamily. "No," Margie replied. "Next," Vince crowed and joined the women on the bed. "Oh, no," Margie shrieked, "I'm taking a shower!" and she hopped off the bed and ran into the master bath. "You guys..." Tessa started to say, but was cut off by Danny. "That was truly beautiful, Tess. Now we're going to make you feel wonderful." "We ... what do you mean we?" But Vince already had hold of her ankles and dragged her supine body across the bed so that her heels were on the edge. Danny stood by and allowed Vince to dictate what would happen. Tessa automatically had bent her knees so that her feet were flat on the sheets. Vince reached under her knees and gently pulled her up toward his face. The second his mouth made contact with her cunt she arched her back so that she was supporting her body entirely with her neck and shoulders. Her subsequent moan was so intense that Margie ran out of the bathroom, toothbrush in hand and toothpaste foaming from her mouth. Taking in the scene before her, she said, "Jesus, Vince, are you really that good?" "Mmmmph" he replied, and sinking to his knees with Tessa's legs now resting on his shoulders, he attacked Tessa's clitoris, flicking it with a steady, but not rough massaging by his tongue. Tessa waved her arms back and forth before dropping them hopelessly on the bed when Danny clambered onto the bed and took a breast in his mouth, worrying her already stiffened bud. She gasped for breath as both men kissed and sucked upon her. "Oh, Oh, Oh my God!" she gulped, as the thrills of their combined mouths sent rapturous sensations racing throughout every pore in her lithe body. Margie dropped the toothbrush. Her hand went to her twat. She staggered backward, fell into the chair next to the bed and never taking her eyes off the three on the bed, began to finger herself. Danny switched to the other breast, gripping the nipple in his teeth and tugging on it. Vince wet a finger and worked it into her anus. Tessa came, arms fluttering in the air, back still arched, although it appeared she had reached her limit in that regard. Danny began to maul her breasts, using both hands, treating them rougher than he ever had in their years together. Everyone on the bed was acting like an animal. Margie brought herself to an orgasm and sat back in the chair shuddering and rubbing her nipples. Her eyes remained fixed on the bed and those writhing about on it. Danny kissed his wife, sending his tongue swirling into her fevered mouth. His hands left her breasts and roamed over her abdomen, almost to her groin before teasingly withdrawing. She flapped her hands, inviting him to go further, but he refused, instead he returned to her breasts, biting and nipping at both the nipples and the breasts themselves. Vince seemed to be in a feeding frenzy, sucking, licking and tonguing her with wild abandon; Tessa's bush was now matted from his tongue, her eager cunt lips parted, oozing with her excited state. To Vince's eyes a luscious mollusk from the sea waiting to be sucked into his mouth. Danny left the bed and approached Margie. Vince suddenly stopped mouthing Tessa and sent one, two and then three fingers into her, fucking her hard with them. Tessa reacted by moaning almost continuously, "Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, shit!" Danny reached Margie and tendered his throbbing erection to her. She never hesitated, taking him into her mouth and sucking frantically, as if the world would end if she didn't get him to cum immediately. On the bed, Vince was now kissing Tessa on the mouth; still fingering her, but at a slower, pace, trying to reach her deepest region. Tessa continued moaning: "Oooo's" and "Oh, shits," although they were indistinct as she was crying the words into his mouth. Margie continued blowing Danny, stopping only to smear his wet cock over her face and lips. "Wonderful cock, you have," she gasped before absorbing him back into her oval-shaped mouth. "Want me to fuck you?" Danny asked. "Yeah," she replied and Danny pulled her to her feet then sat down in her place. Margie straddled him so that she was facing him as his cock surged into her. "Ahhh!" she sighed revealing the deep satisfaction derived from feeling him entering her. She leaned back, resting her hands on his knees and started a powerful and fast fucking motion, taking him deep inside her time and time again. She was groaning and moaning loudly as she repeatedly pounded herself on Danny's cock, urgently trying to make him cum, for she wanted desperately to join Vince in ravishing Tessa on the bed. "This is so fucking hot!" she hissed, as his cock made wet sucking noises sliding in and out of her. "Us or them?" Danny inquired. "Both ... everything is so fucking hot!" "You're very wet, Marge," he said, holding onto her hips and watching her ass rise and fall on his lap; her pussy stretched red and wet, around his pulsating cock. "Better believe it. I must have cum a dozen times with Tessa, and now I'm getting ready to cum again with you." "Suck me a little, Marge," he gasped. She disengaged their coupling, dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth. "Nice ... fucking lovely," he groaned. A few seconds later, Margie climbed back onto his lap, placed him inside her and begged him to kiss her. He did, and when Margie began using kegels to squeeze his boiling cock, he reciprocated, squeezing her breasts so that in no time at all they were both moaning and nearing their respective orgasms. ------- The scene on the bed had changed slightly. Vince was feeding his dick to Tessa's mouth while fingering her as fast as possible. Tessa had climaxed again from the fingering and was trying to swallow his entire cock, but in her position that was impossible. Vince slapped her on the ass several times. Each blow seemed to send orgasmic sensations to her cunt. Then he decided it was time to fuck her and raised her legs back as far as they would go without hurting her. Her cunt was a gaping hole from all the fingering and he entered her effortlessly. "I don't know..." she croaked. "It's in, give me a second," he told her then eased back and slammed into her. "Oh, my Gawd!" she screamed− a second later she came. But Vince kept pounding into her. Tessa slowly lowered her legs until she could scissor them around his waist, wanting to hold him deep inside her. But Vince was too strong for that, and although her thighs were powerful instruments, his surging cock was more than enough to overcome them. "Are you okay, Tess?" Danny called out, his voice full of concern. "No!" "Yes!" "I want him ... Vince, I want you to pound the shit out of me!" Inspired by her words, Vince began slamming into her at an unsustainable pace. "Yeah ... yeah ... fuck me!" The slapping of their thighs reverberated throughout the room. Danny and Margie stopped what they were doing to watch. "OHMYGOD!" Tessa groaned. "YESYESYES!" she bleated, as he continued his jarring, bed shaking thrusts. Vince had to slow down, but compensated by raising his body slightly over hers and dropping down on her. This afforded him perhaps another inch or so of penetration. It was sufficient enough to trigger a series of climaxes that lasted for a full minute and gave him an opportunity to save himself for a final assault on her. "You're not hurting her are you, Vince?" Margie called out. "I don't think so. Am I hurting you, Tessa?" She didn't answer right away. Tessa was still coming and it took several seconds before she understood someone was talking to her. "Huh? Someone ask me something?" "Are you all right, Tess?" Danny said, obviously concerned. "Yes ... I'm fine. I'm ... better than that ... I'm in heaven." Everyone seemed to pause at that, each thinking or wondering about what had just transpired. "Danny?" "Yes, Tess?" "Can you do me that way?" "What way, Tess?" "The way Vince just did me?" I can try. Want me too?" "God, yes! Get over here and fuck me, sweetie! I need ten more cums like that!" Everyone began laughing at her comment. Vince took Danny's place and sat down, pulling his wife onto his still throbbing cock. "I won't last long, Margie, but I'll give it my all." "That's good enough for me, honey," she replied. "I saw what you did. You can do me that way tonight." "I'll try," he said. "No, you won't try. If you can fuck Tessa into next week, you can fuck me into tomorrow. Now let's get it on!" She turned around, reversing herself so that she could watch Danny fuck Tessa while Vince did her. Danny positioned his wife on all fours, raised her rump in the air while Tessa buried her face in a pillow. Reaching around to her chest, he plied each nipple until she was groaning with pleasure, and then he entered her savagely, plunging full length into her sodden cunt. "Ugh!" she grunted from the force of his first thrust. Subsequent thrusts were greeted with a series of "Oooo's" and "Ahhhh's." ------- Vince came while clutching Margie's tits. Margie shuddered with spasmodic pleasure, but didn't consider it an orgasm. She gave Danny credit for it and after a moment wrested herself away from her husband and moved to the bed, joining Tessa and Danny. Danny was methodically plowing in and out of Tessa's well worn pussy, bringing her ever closer to her next orgasm. Margie settled in behind Danny and tried sending a wet finger into Tessa's ass. It went in but had little effect on her. She added a second finger but got the same result, and determined to be of some help to the rutting couple, she went after Danny's ass and met with more success than she had anticipated. Actually, she inadvertently found his prostrate, and after several sensuous strokes brought him to a frenzied orgasm that had him coming profusely as he plunged in and out of Tessa, sending his load and her juices squishing out of her with each subsequent insertion. Margie howled with delight, and fell to lapping any excess fluids up as fast as they came out of Tessa's hole. Danny increased his pace, knowing he was operating on what he would later term "emergency erection status," and managed to relieve Tessa's last orgasmic itch for the day, bringing her to a jolting climax after which she fell into a long sleep. Margie lay down alongside her and held her as she slept. The men showered and then went off to pick up their respective children from their grandparents who had agreed to babysit them while the parents were off on a brief holiday. ------- Chapter 7 Vince and Margie After Danny and Tessa left, it became evident that Vince and Margie were uneasy in each other's presence. Both were careful not to comment on what had gone on the previous night and that morning and it was obvious to both that they were going out of their way to avoid one another rather than discussing their feelings about what had happened. When Vince came downstairs the following morning, Margie was sitting at the table still in her dressing gown. By this time she was normally already dressed and ready for her daily routine. She didn't look up from the paper as he entered the kitchen. He walked quietly over to the counter and poured himself a cup of coffee. As he turned and leaned against the counter, he began to worry that she was upset by what had happened the day before. She didn't look up from her newspaper when he walked over and sat down. "Aren't you going to say good morning?" Margie lowered her paper and smiled self-consciously at him. "Good morning," she whispered and her face flushed. It was obvious that she was uncomfortable about what had happened. However, Vince was in a good mood, only slightly embarrassed about his complicity in what had transpired. "Aren't you going to go shopping today?" he asked, in an attempt to break the ice. "I thought I'd stay home today. We don't really need anything in particular." "Oh," Vince said. "Honey, are you okay ... with ... you know ... what happened yesterday?" Suddenly, she looked like she was going to cry. "I ... I ... don't know." Then tears started to form in her eyes. "I ... I just..." she said and her voice trailed off and she started to sob. "Oh, God, baby, I'm sorry," Vince said coming around the table. He went to his knees and grabbed her hands in his. "I didn't mean for this to upset you. I love you so much. We shouldn't have done it. It was all my fault." He held her hands to his cheek and felt like crying himself. Margie looked shocked as she stared down at her husband. "Your fault? It wasn't your fault, Vince. I ... we ... Tessa and me ... we thought it through. We wanted it to happen as much as you and Danny did." "But I encouraged you." Margie started to answer but no words came out. She didn't know what to say. The tears poured down her cheeks as her heart filled with love. She slipped from her chair until she was on her knees in front of him. "God I love you," she whispered as her lips met his. Vince was surprised and moaned in his relief then pulled her to him, his tongue entering her willing mouth. The kiss quickly turned passionate. "When we figured out what you and Danny were up to..." she said then groaned as his hand found her soft breast under her robe. A second later he was searching for the opening and slipped his hand inside. "Tessa and I ... Oh, yes, do that again!" Encouraged, Vince pulled on the opposite nipple and a second later, Margie was pushing him to the floor and falling on top of him struggling to fee his cock from his slacks. "I'll be late," Vince protested weakly as Margie pulled his hard cock from the opening. "Shhh," she whispered as she moved her head down. A second later she took his penis into her mouth. "Ohhhh!" Vince moaned as he looked down and watched her begin to suck him. He could see her eyes looking up at him as her tongue worked on the pulsing head. Suddenly, he recalled her lips wrapped around Danny's penis last night. Another moan escaped him and he closed his eyes, chastising himself for remembering her with another man while she pleasured him. However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the image from his mind. Strangely enough a similar vision flashed into Margie's mind. She moaned and sucked harder, her hand pumping the shaft in an attempt to banish the image of Danny's member, recalled how it had throbbed as he released his sperm into her mouth and she'd greedily swallowed it all. When she couldn't shake the image, she pulled away, bringing a moan from Vince. She stood up and looked down at her husband on the floor. With a smile filled with lust, she opened her robe and let it drop to the floor, standing naked above him. She moved until her feet were on either side of his legs. Then she slowly squatted and reached for his penis. Vince's face was wild with passion now. He watched as his wife held his penis to her moistened lips. He let another moan escape as she brought the head into her hole. When he tried to push upward, she moved away and giggled. It was her turn to tease him. "C'mon, Marge, don't tease, not now." But Margie knew him better than he knew himself. She did it again and again, letting only the head enter her. It wasn't long before they were both mad with passion. Finally, she centered the head on her hole and pushed downward. "Ahhhhhh!!!" they moaned together as his cock slipped all the way into her body. A second later, Margie started to bounce up and down, groaning with pleasure. Finally, Vince lost the image of his wife sucking Danny off. Now all he saw was his gorgeous mate with her eyes closed in the throes of passion. He reached up and grasped her breasts. Margie opened her eyes and smiled at Vince as she moved up and down with a regular tempo. Her heart was pounding with excitement at the love she saw in his eyes. Suddenly, without warning, her orgasm was upon her. Vince could feel her trembling in pleasure as her vagina began a series of contractions around his shaft. He was unable to contain himself any longer and exploded, moaning, "Oh God baby," as he joined her, intensifying her climax and causing her to hump him with a renewed energy. She was grunting from both the exertion and the waves of pleasure sweeping over her. Her climax went on for a long time. Finally, she collapsed onto Vince's body, gasping for breath. When she could breathe again, she looked down at his face and smiled. "You had better change your pants and get going or you're going to be late for work." With that, she pulled away, letting his rapidly shrinking penis slip from her; a gush of sperm followed his penis, and streamed down her thigh as she smiled at first then giggled helplessly at the sight. Vince lay exhausted on the kitchen floor for several minutes trying to figure out what had just happened. A smile was on his face as he pulled himself to his feet and shook his head. That was better than make-up sex, he thought, and we hadn't even had a fight. The smile was still on his face as he left the house for work. It was nearly 11:00 AM when Vince's office phone rang. "Hello." "Hi sweetie," Margie said with a smile in her voice. "Hi." "I just wanted to call and tell you how much I enjoyed this morning. It's been a long time since we were that spontaneous." "I know. It was fun," Vince answered. "I've been thinking a lot this morning," Margie said. "Uh oh," Vince laughed. "Seriously, you are a wonderful husband, Vince. It's not many husbands would forgive their wife after..." Margie said, suddenly very nervous. She had thought all morning about what she was going to say and even practiced it, but now she found the words hard to say. Margie laughed nervously too and paused. Finally she said, "Vince, I know that the phone is not the proper place to talk about this but I just couldn't wait until you got home. Things went pretty far at the party. I think we need to discuss where all this is going." "I thought we had. We agreed that it was fun and had spiced up our relationship," Vince said, trying not to sound defensive. Then, when Margie didn't say anything he asked, "Do you want it to end?" "I don't know," she answered a little too quickly, and in a voice louder than necessary. She caught herself and said, "I mean ... I mean it ... it was certainly different. I suppose it will add to ... I should have said it will make our love life more interesting." She paused then said, "But, how far do we let it go?" "How far do you want it to go?" Vince threw the question back to her. "I don't know. I know that I love you and that I don't want to damage our relationship." "We won't let it. I love you too. Listen, why don't we talk about this when I get home?" "Okay. But Vince, I ... I got a call from Tessa." The words came out in a rush. She obviously didn't want to end the conversation before she told him. "What did she want?" Vince asked as if he didn't already know the answer to that. "Uh ... she wanted to know if I ... if we wanted to come over to their place Friday night." Suddenly Vince realized that this was the real reason for the call in the middle of the morning. For a moment he felt a sudden anger rising. Margie had been prodding him without telling him the real purpose of her call. However, the anger just as quickly changed to excitement. "What did you tell her?" he asked in a non-committal tone, feeling the desire for Tessa swell along his groin... "I said that I would let her know." "Do you want to?" Vince reached down and gave his penis a squeeze. "Only if you want us too." "That's not fair Margie," Vince said tensely. She was the one bringing this up and he felt like she was trying to have him make the decision. "You're right. Yes, of course you're right. I did enjoy last night. I admit I found Danny a good lover. Not ... not that you aren't. He's ... he was different in many respects. Oh, God, I hope you know what I mean!" "Go on, you're doing a good job, honey." "It's just that ... I ... I'm not sure if we should. We could be putting our marriage in jeopardy." He knew it was dumb before the words left his mouth, but he said them anyway. "How could another evening with them jeopardize our marriage?" "You ... you could fall in love with her," Margie sobbed, "or I could ... fall for him!" "I freely admit I'm attracted to her. I won't lie to you. But I love you, Marge. I don't love Tessa. I might want to fuck her, but I love you. I want you by my side at night when I go to bed. I think that you probably feel the same about Danny. Am I right?" "I ... I don't know. That's why I'm so upset." "Okay, okay. I have to go now, but we'll talk when I get home, okay, baby?" Sniffling and hating herself for doing it, Margie haltingly agreed, hung up and had a good cry before her daughter, Tabby came home from school." ------- When Vince walked into the house at six forty-five, the house was unusually quiet. "Margie," he called out but didn't get an answer. He walked through the living room to the dining room and saw that that there were lit candles on the table and it was set with their best china and crystal. Vince heard something behind him and turned around. "Hi sweetie," Margie stood in the doorway smiling at her surprised husband. She wore a low cut, very short cocktail dress. Most of her thighs and breasts were uncovered. Her hair was freshly styled and she had makeup on. Vince had never seen the dress she was wearing. Suddenly he realized that she looked like a hooker. A smile came to his face. "What's going on?" "I just thought you would enjoy a little TLC after working so hard today." Vince almost laughed. He had barely gotten any work done today, especially after their conversation. Another smile came to his lips as he put down his briefcase and opened his arms. Margie practically ran to him. They hugged warmly and then kissed. Vince's dick was already hard and pressing against his wife's stomach. He was ready to take her right there. However, she pushed him away and spun around and then said, "Do you like?" Vince's eyes were swimming in excitement as he stared as his wife. "I love it!" "Do I look like your little slut?" "Mmmm," Vince moaned and tried to pull her into his arms. Margie held him back. "Why don't you shower and change and I'll have a cocktail waiting for you." Vince pulled her to him again and kissed her. "I don't know if I can wait that long." When Margie pushed him back again he said, "Okay," and reluctantly went upstairs. A few seconds later he was in the shower. As he washed himself, he thought of what was waiting downstairs and his cock began to harden. He lathered up his crotch and used his hand to stroke his rapidly swelling shaft. Suddenly, in his mind he envisioned Margie with Tessa. He felt his legs tremble in excitement as he imagined them going down on one another as they had the night before. He halted his masturbation before he came, wanting to save it for Margie. The remainder of his shower was perfunctory, and he was finished drying himself off three minutes later. When Vince came back downstairs, Margie was waiting. She handed him a drink and led him to the sofa. Then she snuggled next to him. The two of them sat quietly for a few minutes, and then with a giggle, Margie's hand slipped down to Vince's already tented pants and wrapped her fingers around his hardness. She began to move her hand. "Um, better not," he cautioned. "Oh?" "I'm primed, ready to go already." "Ohhh." Margie said for the second time, but this one had a pleased tinge to it. She released him and waited for his next move. He surprised her by saying, "About the conversation we had earlier." "Yes?" "You know, about you're saying you were concerned about our relationship ... that you or me might fall for Danny or Tessa?" "Yes?" "I ... um, had a talk with Danny afterward." "You didn't!" "Margie I felt I had too. He's always been honest with me. I ... Iwas a bit confused after our talk and thought..." "You shouldn't have done it, Vince! I mean ... did I call teas about it? No1 I called you. You're my husband. Why would you talk to Danny?" "I'm sorry, but I did. Let me at least tell you what happened." Waving her hand at him, she said, "Go on, what did he say?" "He said that both he and Tessa had similar thoughts and had discussed them when they got home. He himself was fine with things. That is, he really enjoyed being with you and all, but he still wants to remain with Tessa." "And what did Tessa say?" "Essentially the same thing. Although he told me she confessed that she had a strong attraction to you, but thought that your relationship with her wouldn't put either marriage in danger, since you both loved your husbands." "So he's saying we can have it both ways?" "Yeah. Both ways. And we can swap ... that's him talking ... whenever we have the urge ... that is, as long as everyone is in agreement." "So ... what I'm hearing you say is that what we did last night is perfectly okay. That no one and I mean no one is upset or concerned that what we did might get out of hand." "That's right." "And we'll repeat last night's ... whatever you call it..." "A swap night," Vince said, trying to be helpful. "Yeah," she said with distain, "a swap night. Anytime the mood strikes us." "Essentially, yeah," Vince said, wondering where she was taking the discussion. "Well suppose the mood doesn't strike me?" "Then it's no go. Everyone agrees, or nothing happens." "No recriminations?" Margie said looking him in the eye. Vince swallowed, and said, "No recriminations." "Then it's a no go from me. Now let's you and I get it on!" The Women A month passed by without the couples attempting, or even discussing another evening together. They were still friendly, in fact, had grown closer as a result of the swapping, but there was something bothering each of them that kept them from repeating that night. Margie was troubled by the thought of losing her husband Vince to Tessa, or even worse, to another as yet unknown woman. Their sex life was better than ever, with perhaps twice as much anal play as before that night. She learned that Vince loved having her finger his prostate gland while she jerked him off, or sucked him off. Once he blew his load, he would go down on her for an hour or more. All in all, it was tremendously satisfying sexually, and she felt no need to couple with either Tessa or Danny. But her fear of losing Vince to another grew, until it was never far from being foremost in her mind. She lacked the strength to bring it up when conversing with her husband and longed to meet with Tessa for the valuable communication they shared, and the slowly returning urge to satisfy each other orally. Margie was certain Tessa could quell her fears about losing Vince, but also feared that if she took up with Tessa and Vince learned of it, it might be the catalyst is destroying her marriage. And so, she willed herself to avoid taking or returning Tessa's calls, allowing the angst build inside her until she was at her wit's end. Tessa, on the other hand, was struggling with her own sexuality not from partnering with Vince, but with the realization that she felt so strongly about renewing her sexual activities with his wife, Margie. Tessa's concerns were twofold. She had approached Margie twice since that eventful night, wanting to have her over to her home for more sex, but Margie had declined the offers. Now Margie was not even answering her phone calls. Tessa was certain she still loved Danny, but knew she had an acute need to make love to Margie again and again. Her second problem was that she had thoroughly enjoyed the night of swapping, and was looking forward to another night like it. Tessa was to some extent introspective about what had occurred between the couples and found that she was even more secure about her marriage now that it had been tested with taking on other lovers. Danny had told her repeatedly that she was his one true love, regardless of how he felt about Margie and she believed him. She had confessed that she had thoroughly enjoyed fucking Vince and would do it again, if Danny was okay with it. Still, she remained concerned about Margie's reluctance to take her calls. Did she feel threatened by Vince's feelings for her? Had she been too emotional about his lovemaking? Could she have had second thoughts about her professed feelings toward me? Had Vince said something derogatory about their lesbian activities? Any of these questions might be answered if and when the two women got together, if only to discuss their feelings about another night of partying. Tessa's concerns about Margie, notwithstanding, she had come around to concluding that if Margie wouldn't partner with her and Danny, other couples might. And she had a good idea about who they might be. As far as the husbands were concerned, Danny was of the opinion that the swap was a one-time deal, and felt strongly that any repeat performance, no matter how enticing, would endanger his marriage to Tessa. And he most assuredly didn't want that. Vince thought about nothing but another engagement with Tessa. In his mind he saw himself with both women at the same time, and frequently masturbated to that particular fantasy. At no time did he consider leaving his wife, for he was crazily in love with her. Danny and Tessa Danny and Tessa tried to resume their normal lives and deliberately avoided any conversation that might lead to a discussion of recreational sex until the first month's anniversary of their night with Margie and Vince. Unable to get Margie and Vince out of her mind, Tessa decided to see if Danny became particularly aroused if she mentioned another evening involving a swap. "Sweetie?" "Yeah, baby?" "Remember the conversation we had about recreational sex?" "Um, Tessa, we had more than a conversation about it as I recall." "Yes, well I wasn't referring to Margie and Vince. I mean the Lambert's ... you know, Carol and Milford?" "Um, didn't you also mention the Armstrong's?" "No, I mentioned Cynthia's name, not Ben's." "Oh, ho, Tessa, where are you going with this?" "Honestly? Margie's been avoiding me. I've called her several times and she hasn't bothered returning them. You know I like having sex with her, and I did enjoy having Vince as a lover. I admit it; I'm a kind of slut about sex. Maybe I'm a whore..." "You're not a whore, Tessa, you didn't take a dime from Vince as I recall." Tessa had to laugh at his remark. "Maybe not, but I like being a slut. I mean, I'd never cheat on you. I couldn't bring myself to do it. But if you're present and another guy and I get it on ... well, that's kinda different." "What you're talking about is an open marriage with certain provisions." "Um, what exactly do you mean, Danny?" "Look at how we approached the night with Vince and Margie. We discussed the possibilities, and finding no problem, we went ahead with it. As far as I can tell we all enjoyed ourselves. It was, in a crazy sense therapeutic for all concerned. So, if you're broaching another night like that with another couple, I'll go along unless I detest the other couple. "But what I don't understand is why we don't have a rematch with Vince and Margie. I've talked with Vince about it and he's all for another go. He hasn't heard anything from Margie that indicates her feelings one way or another. In fact he tells me their love making is better than ever." "It may be, but it doesn't explain why she's avoiding me." "I can understand you not wanting to be with Vince if Margie isn't there. I assume that's why you brought up the Lambert's." "Yes. I haven't made any overtures to them, but will if you agree we should." "What makes you think they're open to swapping?" "I'm sure Carol was hinting at it when she mentioned the small, private pool parties they have every other weekend." "How so?" "Well ... Cynthia Armstrong was talking about the lack of sex in her life. She's thinking about divorcing Ben ... but that's another topic. Anyway, Carol said something along the lines of, 'You should drop in on one of our parties. He might become another man.'" Danny considered her statement: It could be true all right. But it could also have another meaning entirely. But he said, "I see what you mean, but it doesn't imply anything in and of itself." "Oh, quit sounding like a lawyer," Tessa said. "I am a lawyer, and that's what it sounds like, but I will concede if one were being very careful with their language one might phrase the subject just that way and hope for questions on the matter when the opportunity presented itself." Tessa stared at him for a moment, and then said, "Don't you dare tell a soul, Danny, but Cynthia did get Carol off to the side later on. They had a very animated conversation, and although I was trying hard to eavesdrop, I couldn't hear a word. And that's why I suspect they're swinging at those pool parties." "You didn't nibble at her suggestion, did you?" "Not on your life! Have you seen Milford Lambert?" Danny laughed. "Yeah, I have. He's not exactly my idea of a lead actor in a pornographic film. "He's just ... grossly overweight. I'm sorry, but there's nothing about him that I find attractive." "So he's not going into any of your fantasies?" She giggled. "No, definitely not! Ben Armstrong on the other hand..." Danny, knowing she was teasing, began to laugh too. He decided it was time to resume their lovemaking, and said, "Enough talk, I'm ready for some action!" That said, he rolled Tessa onto her side, and entered her from an angle that afforded him the deepest penetration possible. Tessa loudly moaned her pleasure and said, "No swapping for me. I've got the man I want in me right now!" He pulled out of her until only the tip remained within her opening, and then slammed into her, jolting her body and sending a torrent of sensations from her clit to her brain. "DO THAT AGAIN!" He did and she shuddered as her orgasm hit her so suddenly she couldn't catch her breath. He did it several more times and came at the same moment she caught her breath again and then she came again. "Ahhh, God, your cock is so sweet!" "Good, you can fantasize about it all day." "I will, I promise you, I will." ------- Tessa woke up with a really full bladder. She grabbed her robe on the way to the bathroom. As she sat peeing, she tried to decide whether to insert the diaphragm or not. Of course, she hadn't thought to bring it with her and had to make another trip to the bedroom to insert it. Tessa also brushed her teeth and cleaned herself up before returning to their bed. Danny's warmth comforted her, and when he stirred in his sleep his hand wound up holding her breast. Tessa smiled, and although her eyes were closed, she took his hand and moved it between her thighs. Amused by the fact that Danny was still sleeping, Tessa began to make various sounds, hoping to wake him and hopefully renew their lovemaking. What she didn't know was that her husband was awake, waiting to see how far she would go to wake him. A minute passed, and then Tessa began to lightly tickly his balls, occasionally letting her fingers trail over the cleft of his behind pausing for a long second when they reached his anus and then returning to his testicles. Danny contented himself with kissing her shoulder while his hand played with her mound. When he tried to move to more sensitive areas, Tessa spread her legs to help him. Moments later he began kissing the back of her neck. He was growing hard under the tutelage of her deft fingers. Tessa rolled over, and once she was on her side she gave Danny a real kiss. Their tongues met and parted and met again. Then he thrust his tongue into her mouth. His fingers became busier below. Tessa moaned. Her man was wide awake. When he had caressed Tessa into readiness, she rolled onto her back. He didn't take the hint. Instead, he continued to explore her mouth with his tongue and her valley with his fingers. Beyond readiness, well into need, she tensed as the heat spread through the fire his fingers were igniting. Tessa didn't want to take this trip alone. "Danny, please," she moaned. He rolled over and positioned himself. He slipped up and down here opening several times then found the entrance. Tessa was so anxious that she pushed back against his slow entry. Once Danny had filled her, he stopped to say, "I love you." "I love you too," Tessa said. "But I want you to move." He kissed her first, but he finally began to move in and out. His slow steady strokes soothed her need. Then they intensified her need. The fire was peaking within Tessa and she began moving her hips up to meet him faster than he was coming forward. The tension spiraled upward, but couldn't find relief. Aching, Tessa his hips with both hands and pulled him into a faster rhythm. That intensified the ache, and she could only moan in frustration. Suddenly everything shattered. The flame leaped within her, poured through her in waves, and then passed out of her. Blissfully sated, Tessa felt Danny take his last strokes while he was already pulsing and spurting deep inside her. They rolled over half way, taking his weight -- and most of the covers -- off Tessa, while Danny was already drifting off to sleep. But this time Tessa couldn't fall asleep, but lay there thinking about the swapping possibilities to be found among their other friends. VINCE & MARGIE Giggling softly, Margie thought: What a man I married. Here I get him hot and hard and he wants to sleep anyway. I can't let a perfectly good hardon go to waste, and he would undoubtedly agree with me. And so, still giggling, Margie released his balls and pinched his behind. "OW!" Vince exclaimed, sitting up and rubbing the spot she'd pinched. "What the hell?" "I couldn't sleep, honey," Margie purred, reclaiming her hold on his erection and beginning a slow stroking that quickly mollified any resentment on her husband's part. "Aw, that's nice, babe," Vince moaned. "I was playing with you for the longest time. I had to pinch you to wake you up." "You did?" "You're so hard now, want me to suck it?" "Oh, yeah!" Margie ran her fingers gently up and down his long shaft causing him to groan, "Oh, yeah, Marge, suck it. Make me cum." Vince looked down and saw his wife's lips pucker and then open as she took him into her mouth nibbling lightly on its tip while slowly jerking him off. Vince groaned as Margie absorbed half his length and started to fuck her mouth with a mounting urgency. Margie countered by gently squeezing his testes, greatly adding to his pleasure. Certain she was in total control; Margie took him from her mouth, gave his balls a long, loving lick and then teased his asshole with another languid kiss. "Oh, baby!' he moaned. Fuck me in the ass, sweetheart, I need it in my ass!" she grunted. Vince was not really listening to her as he was already jerking his cock intent on his orgasm. "No, Goddamnit, Vince! Put it up my ass!" Margie arched her spine and pushed back against his hips. "I want it there, Vince!" Finally her demand registered in Vince's sex-clogged mind. She wants me to fuck her in the ass, "But I'm gonna cum any second, honey!" "NO!" "Huh?" "Hold off! I want you to cum in my ass, but not before fucking me really good back there!" Vince knew Margie well enough to recognize when she meant business, and this was one of those times. He stopped jerking off. "Okay," he said, "but I'll need a minute to cool down." "Lick me back there, baby," Margie cooed sexily. "WHAT!" "C'mon, sweetie, you can do it ... for meeee!" "I know you're clean back there, but..." "Do it for meeee, baby! I promise I'll make you feel soooo good later." "Fuck it!" he groused, and leaned in closer to her puckered asshole. "What do you want me to do, Marge?" "Kiss it." He gave her cherry colored asshole a tentative kiss and didn't find it all that bad. "That's it baby, now gimme some of that tongue back there!" Getting into it now, Vince used his thumbs to spread her cheeks apart and gave her asshole a cautious, exploratory lick. Then he spat disgustedly, "Ugh, fucking gross!" "Vince, do it! Quit the bellyaching and just do it!" Intimidated by his wife's anger, Vince considered his options and realized they were slim and none. He had to do it or face the consequences. What that might be, he didn't know, but he was fearful of his wife when she made demands on him, although she had never gone off like this before. He repeated the exploratory lick and got a satisfied groan from Margie. Emboldened by the fact that he hadn't tasted any shit as he had expected, he repeated the lick, and then sent his tongue into her winking brown anus, driving as deep as possible on hearing her moans of pleasure. What he didn't take into account was the diminished tumescence of his member. And that, of course, was why Margie was acting so aggressively toward him. But she herself was swept away in the scintillating pleasure of having a tongue invading her anus for the very first time and seemed to have forgotten her original purpose. "Oh, fuck!" she sobbed as she rocked her ass back and forth against his face. "Oh, fuck ... yeah, that's it!" "Ready for some cock in there?" he asked, tactlessly. "What?" "Want my cock now?" "Oh ... well, yeah, okay. Put it in." Vince aligned his shaft with her hole and shoved. "AHH!" Margie squealed in pain. Not paying attention to anything but getting his meat into her anus, Vince gave another thrust and surged past the tight ring that served to bar the door as it were, causing Margie to scream, "STOP!" "What'd I do?" her thoroughly confused partner called out. "That hurt like hell, Vince. Use more jelly and go slower. Ease it in, don't ram it in; it's a tight space back there." Nodding his head sympathetically, Vince did as she asked, and when he attempted entry again it worked almost magically, pleasing both of them. "That's it baby, that's it!" Margie moaned happily. "Jesus, you're tight, baby!" he responded in turn while holding tightly to her hips. "Told you, you'd like it," she answered. And the next four minutes were spent grunting and moaning as he fell into a rhythm that both welcomed and had Margie pushing back at him each time he pounded into her hot, incredibly tight sheath. "YES! YES!" Margie called out each time he hit bottom. He felt her cunt lips kiss his balls and moaned. "FUCK ME HARD!" Vince lost contact with reality and went wild, pounding relentlessly into her ass, knowing his heart might burst from the effort but not caring. And Margie, wanting even more than he had to offer, crowing repeatedly, "Harder, deeper!" His cock felt like it was on fire; his balls about to explode. Margie sensed he was close and chanted, "CUM IN ME! "CUM IN ME!" over and over, until he did ejaculate, expelling a torrent of sperm into her rectum, which has automatically clamped down on his member as he let out a long, primeval scream. When Vince came back to earth, he rocked back on his heels and took a deep breath. "Wow! Holy shit!" "Holy shit is right," Margie giggled. "That was fucking awesome!" "Totally awesome," he said agreeably. Margie fell over on her side into a fetal position, and smiled up at him. Her damp hair is plastered to her scalp, her skin still glows with sweat. "You look like hell," she giggled. "I feel like I've been there and back," Vince croaked. "But I'm ready to right back there if it's that good." "It was fucking heavenly!" Margie agreed. They held each other, waiting for their hearts to slow down; each looking like the proverbial cat that got the cream. He glanced down at his flaccid cock and said, "I'd better hop in the shower or you'll be changing the sheets a couple days ahead of time." "No, no, Sweetie," Margie cooed as she turned around on the bed, lying on her stomach with her head between his knees. "Let me clean that for you." And before Vince could protest, she had his softened, slimy dick in her mouth, sucking and licking while pressing her chin against his balls. Popping his cock from her mouth, Margie detected a slight swelling, and giggling murmured, "Mmmm, one good turn deserves..." and began to blow him. "I don't think..." Vince started to say. "Let me do the thinking for a while, baby," Margie whispered and Vince put his arms behind his head and let her finish. After a minute or so, he felt a familiar tingling and groaned, "Honey, I'm gonna cum! "Mmmm," Margie moaned in reply before sucking harder than ever. Vince began to spurt and Margie tried to gulp down his load but after the first two sprays she began to gag. Vince pulled out and continued his orgasm by spraying the last of his load onto her face. Once Margie stopped gagging, she began to laugh. "I ... I must look like a porn queen," she laughed. Vince gave her a critical look and joined in the laughter. A moment later he jumped from the bed and grabbed a hand mirror off their dresser and handed it to her. "See for yourself." Margie glanced into the mirror and still laughing, began to spoon the sperm into her mouth, remembering to share some with Vince, who licked her fingers clean each time she brought them to his mouth. MINUTES LATER "Vince... ?" "Mmmm, honey?" "Would you be mad if I saw Tessa again?" "Why would I be mad if you saw Tessa?" "Um, I meant me and her ... not you and Danny." "I can't watch?" "No, not this time." "But there will be a time when I ... maybe with you and Tessa?" "Maybe ... probably." "Then I don't mind at all. But I'll be thinking of the two of you for the rest of the night." "If you find you can't get to sleep, wake me. I know a remedy for someone who can't sleep." "Yeah?" "It's called a blowjob." "Oh ... well I'm not ready now." "Like I said, if you can't sleep, nudge me with your twinkie." "My what?" "Just wake me, silly. I'll put you to sleep." ------- Chapter 8 DANNY & TESSA Two days later, Danny came home and was greeted by Tessa with a martini and a long, wet kiss. "Sure is nice to be home," he said with a wide grin. "I missed you, sweetheart," his lovely wife cooed. Danny took a sip of his martini and offered it to Tessa on seeing that she didn't have one. Tessa accepted it and took a small sip. "I should confess that I've already had one." "Drinking alone? That's not a healthy sign, love." "Oh, I was on the phone for over an hour. So I made a pitcher and ... well I had one while talking, or I should say while they were talking." "And just who were they?" "Cynthia and Ben Armstrong," she replied as if he knew them. "Um, forgive me, but who are the Armstrong's?" "Oh, that's right; you were out of town when we met." "We?" "Win and I were shopping at Lowes, and Win knocked over several cans of coffee and this gentleman helped me pick them up. Just as we were finishing up, his wife came around the corner. They seemed a very nice couple. They're a couple years older than us, but anyway, we had lunch today in town and then came back here and sat on the porch later and talked. While we were drinking cokes and talking, she looked at the pool and told me how nice ours was compared to theirs. One thing led to another and she mentioned they had occasionally enjoyed the privacy pools with tall fences like ours have and I asked her what she meant." "What'd she do then?" "She got a little quiet then turned to me and asked if I could keep a secret, you know, be discreet." He laughed and nodded at Tessa's head to continue. "I told her, sure, who hadn't had fantasies, and any she had would-be safe with me. She grinned and told me that it wasn't a fantasy that she and Carol sometimes traded pools and partners − one evening, one couple at a time − to break up their sex lives a little. "I asked her who they did it with and she told me the group was Carol and Milford, her and Ben and Noah and Elaine then she got a little shy about it. I just nodded and grinned and told her I'd wondered about that; and then took a big plunge and told her about our experiment." "Our experiment? What a quaint way of phasing. And then Cynthia said what?" "Her answer was very soothing. She said I shouldn't be shy or feel guilty, then admitted that all three women had fantasized about making it with you and their husbands had all thought about doing the same with me. They just didn't think we would ever do it, so nobody ever said anything to us." "Did you mention Vince and Margie by name?" "No, I'd never do that. It's none of their business." "That's a relief. I was wondering how to explain it to Vince. Still and all, it makes me a little nervous. Did you ask her how it works?" Tessa refilled his martini and then nodded at her own nervousness. "You know me, Danny. Cynthia told me that one rule they have is that they never add more than one couple at a time. She maintains it's not group sex, but simply variety in a partner. They also don't do it very often. The way they work it is to try and make it so that everyone has some dignity. Usually, a couple of the women end up talking and picking a Saturday night for a pool party with one other couple, knowing what was being planned, then the men take off after dinner and let the wives each get their house and pools ready. The guys are usually out for 45 minutes or so, and then they drive over to the other wife's house and knock on the door, pool gear, wine and grin in hand, and take it from there." "Hmmm," Danny said, but left it there and sipped from his martini. Tessa hoping he wouldn't reject the concept out of hand, hurried on. "With only the one couple at a time it stays private, and another thing is that they always end around midnight. Oh, and they usually kick off around seven." "So it's not too far off from what we did with Margie and Vince." "No, it isn't," Tessa chirped. "I think I know the answer, but I'll ask anyway. What do you think? I can't see you matched up with Lambert." "He is rather grossly overweight, I know..." "Did you happen to mention that to Cynthia?" "Um ... no, I thought it might find its way back to the Lambert's." Danny gave her his best smile, but said nothing. "Wouldn't that be my problem?" she countered. "Indeed it would. There's nothing wrong with Carol's tits that I can see. They are real, aren't they?" "They are," Tessa huffed as if offended by his choice of words. "You must have thought so the way you stare at them every time we're together." "I ... I thought I was being discreet." Tessa burst out laughing. She reached out and clutched his arm. "Danny ... I love you, I truly do, but if you think you were discreet in checking her boobs out, you've got another thought coming." Danny had a guilty grin on his face and nodded, accepting his being caught in a feminine trap, as so many men are. But he had a reasonably quick mind and diverted Tessa by asking: "And who might Elaine and Noah be?" "I really don't know. Carol tells me I must know them; supposedly they go to our church, but for the life of me, I can't place them." "They might be Joe and Jane average, you know, so non-descript that until you're compelled to recognize them they're invisible." "I think you're right. Still, I'm bothered by the fact that I can't recall them." "It's entirely possible they attend a different service then we do," Danny said. "We do tend toward the 11:00 service every week," Tessa agreed. "Well, let's sleep on any new partners for a couple nights. Maybe you and Margie will reconnect and we can repeat that night again." '"Yes, we do know what's entailed. No surprises with them." "And no overweight whale bouncing on top of you either," Danny said with a big grin. Tessa gave him a playful slap and laughed along with him. ------- CYNTHIA & DANNY The following morning brought two unexpected phone calls to the Persons household. First, Tessa heard from Maggie, who apologized for not returning Tessa's recent calls. The two women patched up any differences they might have had and Tessa agreed to drop her son, Win, off at her mother's and spend the afternoon at Margie's renewing their lovemaking. The second, found Danny picking up to find Cynthia Armstrong on the other end of the receiver. "I don't believe we've met," she said after introducing herself. "Is Tessa available?" "Um, no, she's out at the moment. Can I help you?" "I bet you can, Dan ... or do you prefer Danny?" "Either way is fine, um, Cynthia?" "Yes?" "Oh, sorry, I was just trying out your name," he said. "I bet you're blushing," she laughed. "I am. Silly of me, but..." "Oh nonsense, it makes you all that more appealing." "I don't normally get flustered when talking to a woman," he replied. "And I don't usually come on this strong..." "You're not coming on..." he started to say, but Cynthia cut him off, saying: "I'm in the neighborhood, Dan, and I've got this bottle of chilled white wine. Would you have a corkscrew at your place?" "Um, yeah, I think so." "Wonderful! I'll be there in five. Can't wait to meet you! Ciao!" "What the hell just happened?" Danny said aloud, and then leaped into action, straightening pillows, checking for any glassware left out from the night before and before he knew it the doorbell rang. Damn it Tessa! You've put me in a ... a ... I don't know what the hell kind of position. He thought and then sighed, took a deep breath and opened the door. Cynthia Armstrong stood there, bottle held out in front of her more than generous chest. Danny took in her red hair, green eyes and slim, but voluptuous body and motioned her inside with a hand gesture. Cynthia's eyes all but devoured him and he felt it and also felt the stirrings of an erection. Just what I need, he thought, my dick poking out at her as she takes in the furniture and all that stuff. She handed him the bottle of wine, and accepting it, Danny said, "That is so thoughtful. Come on in." "You do have a corkscrew, don't you?" "Yes, I'll get it in a minute," and then he fell silent unable to think of anything to say. Cynthia was more than pleased with the male specimen standing before her. Mmm, he likes what he sees, she thought, noting the growing bulge in his slacks. "I hate barging in like this," she said and showed him a flash of pink tongue as she licked her lips in an exaggerated manner. "But I was in the neighborhood and had time to spare before Ben gets home from his golf game. Do you play?" The way she'd phrased the last sentence seemed ambiguous to Danny, and he answered in kind. "I love to play," and left it at that. "Oh, Danny, you're house is gorgeous. "Thank you, I'll be sure to pass that on to Tessa." "And where is she? You mentioned that she was out. Will she be back soon?" "I doubt it. She's with her girlfriend Margie, and when they get together ... they tend to forget the time." Cynthia changed her position so that her breasts were thrust out another three inches or so. She felt a satisfied twinge in her pussy the moment his eyes rested on her chest. I've still got it; she told herself and glanced at his crotch. Danny was still poking out at her. Cynthia smiled and mentioned the corkscrew again. That propelled Danny into motion, he took the wine into the kitchen, deftly wrestled the covering off with the little knife blade on the corkscrew, and then with a practiced flourish, popped the cork and poured them each a glass. "Thank you, Danny," she said, making her eyes sparkle for his benefit. "I should ask if Tessa mentioned our recent conversation to you." "Um, yes, I believe she did." Cynthia sat down; revealing a good deal of green stocking'd leg in the process. "And what did you think about it?" "I liked the concept, but had a few unanswered questions." "I'd like to hear them," she replied with a sensual smile. "The wine is quite good, by the way," he said then thought about his reply before saying: "Let's get something straight. What you're referring to is husband swapping, have I got that right?" She licked her lower lip, taking her time doing it before responding. "That's exactly right. You're wife hedged with her answer, but I detected a positive reaction to my proposal." "What exactly was your proposal, Cynthia?" "We ... that is my husband, Ben and I, have an open marriage. What we do, generally speaking, I would add that today is an exception, but I do have his approval ... we generally come to an arrangement with another couple and then I remain home and wait for the other man to arrive while Ben drives ... or walks over to the other woman's residence. Normally the time frame is from 7 to midnight, but with each couple it might vary an hour or two." Danny stood up, ostensibly to refill their glasses, but when he brushed by her in his slacks and loose shirt he stopped and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Mmmm, you smell delightful, Cynthia, just delightful." It was enough to make her color slightly since they both hoped the afternoon would be more than a gentle kiss and the underlying thought was enough to tinge the color. "Thank you Dan, you do too, you know." "We're both adults here, right?" he said. "Yes, we are, why?" "If what I think is going to happen here happens, is Tessa obligated to expect a visit from ... Ben?" "Not really, Dan. This visit is ... exploratory if you will. If I ... If we decide to take this meeting further, and it looks like we will ... you and Tessa can discuss where you want to go with joining us." "How often would we be getting together?" His eyes were on her legs now slightly parted. Cynthia followed his eyes and spread her thighs even wider. She knew he could now see the tops of her thigh highs. "Probably once or twice a month," she said. "We have two other couples we meet with ... and I should mention that we're all given a clean bill of health on a monthly basis. That helps to avoid any nasty surprises in the area of STD's." Danny nodded, he had expected something like that, and made a note to do the same with Vince and Margie. "I'm glad to hear it," he said and then peeled his shirt over his head without bothering to unbutton it. "We're wasting time, Cynthia," he said as he unzipped his slacks and let them fall to his feet. "Oh my," Cynthia said with a lewd grin, staring at his erection which was still enclosed in his jockey shorts. "I do like what I see!" "I think I'm going to like what I see of you too," he said tersely. "Um, I told Ben I'd be home around six, is that all right?" "Tessa will probably be home around five, but you can stay if you like, she'll be surprised, but I doubt that she'll mind." "You trust her that much?" "I love her and she loves me. Yes, I trust her that much." Danny saw that she was holding her breath in expectation, and played it to the hilt, with virtually no embarrassment at all; he grabbed the waistband on each side of his waist and slid the jockey's off, and then casually reached to his front and brushed his hand over his obvious hardon, and then laughed at her focus. He never looked away from her eyes as he brought his fingers to his mouth and slowly wet his first finger then another. Cynthia followed every single motion like her life depended on it, knowing it was a beginning, the real Act I of their afternoon's play. Her look was direct and her own lips opened slightly as she felt him suck the fingers into his mouth. It was her feet that automatically moved towards him until her hip touched his. Without words, she reached for his hand and pulled it down to her own mouth and guided the next finger, the longest one, between her teeth where she closed her cool lips over it. At first, her eyes were open and then they closed as her lips sucked around his finger and she began to savor the intimacy of sucking this man's finger as romantic as any allegory you could imagine. His hip suddenly felt warm to her and her chest moaned a little moan over his finger, realizing they were about to have dessert. Margie & Tessa Margie went to the refrigerator, "Girl, what's your color?" Tessa giggled, "Oh yummy, let's start off with a white." Margie grabbed a bottle and gave each of them a generous pour. Tessa realized that Margie had already sampled the wine and had a little buzz on. Maybe she needed it to atone for not answering my calls this week, Tessa thought as she took a liberal sip. Margie debated if she should show Tessa Vince's gift. She'll love it, hell's bells I do! But will she? She might be here to tell me we can't do it anymore. Maybe she and Danny have decided that we went too far that night. Oh, shit, what should I do? "Margie?" "Yes, Tess?" "Give me a kiss?" Margie knocked her wineglass off the table as she rushed to Tessa, embraced her and kissed her passionately. "I thought ... I thought..." Margie spit out as the kiss came to an end. "What? That I didn't want to see you anymore?" "Yeah ... that and..." "You stupid bitch, I love you!" Tessa yelped and they hugged one another so tightly they could hardly breathe. With half-lidded, dreamy eyes, Margie covered Tessa's face with sloppy wet kisses and then Tessa returned the favor until they were lying on the floor giggling like school girls. "Wanna do it?" Tessa asked through tear stained, mascara-running eyes. "Sure ... but I wanna show you something." Tessa sniffed then asked: "What?" Margie wiped a tear from her own eye and smiled wanly. "Vince bought me ... us a present. I think ... I know you'll love it." "Let's see it," Tessa said, now overly curious. She like most women loved surprises and waited patiently as Margie hurried into the bedroom and quickly returned, lugging a good-sized black contraption. "It's a Sybian!" Margie said proudly. "Isn't that a..." "Sex toy! Yeah it is!" Margie yelled happily. "You gotta try it! You'll never be the same." Tessa knew what the Sybian was and had always wanted try one. Danny had shown her several X-rated movies with women riding the toy. "Okay, who's first?" Margie asked, beaming happily at her friend. Tessa saw immediately that Margie loved riding the toy and that even though she was slightly drunk and embarrassed she would demonstrate its uses to her if she asked. Tessa felt her pussy dampening. "Oh Marge, I couldn't ... forget it!" "Of course you can. I do it twice a day now. I don't know how I ever got by without it." "Doesn't it ... um, you know, with Vince and all?" "On the contrary, my dear Watson," Margie giggled, "We're like goats rutting in the wild. I come off the machine twenty minutes before he gets home and I'm so stoked I'm ripping his clothes off as he walks in the door. My main concern is that he might bring someone I don't know home." Tessa understood that she meant someone other than her and Danny, but decided not to go in that direction. Instead she murmured, "Um, how ... how does it work?" Margie found herself flushing in embarrassment as her friend leaned forward to examine the apparatus sticking up from the top of the machine. Christ, she's gonna smell my scent of that fucking dildo! "Do you use it every day, Marge?" "Yeah, I'm uh, kind of addicted to it now." "What, err, what about Vince?" "He sort of gets off watching me. Of course after I've cum a zillion times, he jumps my bones and makes me cum another zillion times." Tessa slowly finished her wine and then said, "Sounds fun." "It is. Wanna try it out?" Tessa reached out and touched the black vinyl. Margie could feel her juices starting to flow while she enjoyed the thought that Tessa was about to mount her toy. Tessa took another minute, needing Margie's encouragement to allow the slut in her to surface and emerge. Margie ushered her closer to the machine and then produced a lubricant and applied it to the dildo protruding from the top of the Sybian. "It's clean. I always clean it after using it. But when starting out it helps to have it lubed up." Tessa nodded, looked down and grabbed the dildo part of the toy, "Guessing this is where I sit?" "It's fucking amazing, Tess!" "I'm game; I've seen a woman ride something like this!" Without another word, Tessa reached down and pulled her top off, followed by the rapid unhooking of her bra. "You could have left..." Margie said, but Tessa interrupted her. "Hell no! I'm going to ride it naked. Are you videoing me?" Margie was shocked that Tessa might think she was and blurted, "No way!" Tessa laughed and said, "If it were at my place, Danny might just have a camera recording it." "Well, I'll just keep my clothes on at your house, Tessa. Damn that Danny and his cameras." Now stark naked, Tess slowly approached the Sybian and went down to her hands and knees. She felt her body come alive knowing that Margie was as excited as she was and she mounted the machine, fit the dildo to her pussy and wriggled about until there was a snug fit with the attachment inside her. "Oh!" "What's wrong?" Margie gasped. "I ... I didn't know this was going to be against my clittie." "Oh, yeah! That's part of it, for sure." Tessa had to admit she liked having her walls stretched to accommodate the dildo's thickness. When she opened her eyes she noticed Margie had the controls. The machine came to life. Margie watched for Tessa's reactions. She felt kind of strange sharing her sex toy. How would she react after she came? Tessa smiled and blew her a kiss. Margie reached between Tessa's legs to feel her very wet pussy, "You like my Sybian don't you?" "Oh yeah, I love it." Tessa closed her eyes as the first sensations reverberated throughout her body. She was surprised to find that one source of the pleasurable waves was coming from vibrations in her ass, which gave her goose bumps. The sensations in her pussy were expected, of course, and she laughed nervously. Margie turned the dildo to the rotate position, and the slick plastic cock now began rotating as well as driving in and out. Moments later, Tessa gasped, "Oh, my God! Margie, I love your toy, it's fucking amazing!" Tessa's orgasm was starting to build. She did what felt natural and pressed her clit hard against the vibrator sending more waves of pleasure though her body. Margie ramped the Sybian up. Tessa squealed at the increased speed and Margie backed it back down again. Tessa felt her orgasm building. I was almost there when she slowed it down. Christ, I'm so hot, but I can't ask her to rev it up. It would be embarrassing. Recalling her first time on the machine, Marge watched carefully as Tessa began moving her clit back and forth over the raised portion of the dildo not actually penetrating her pussy, and thought it time to increase the speed for awhile. At the two minute mark, Tessa shuddered violently and came for the first time. Margie debated whether to shut the machine down or let it continue. Recalling her own almost violent orgasms when first riding the machine, she let it continue, but dialed it down two notches, hoping to prolong the amount of time between Tessa's orgasms. Tessa felt the sweat pouring off her and had to shake her head to keep rivulets out of her eyes as she stared straight ahead, not really seeing anything. "Shit, shit, shit, she thought, my nipples need attention. Should I ask her to suck them? "Fun huh?" Margie asked as she moved in close to the machine and Tessa who was now covered from head to toe in a sheen of sweat. Margie licked Tessa's kneecap. Tessa shuddered. "Did I do that?" Margie asked out of curiosity. "Nuh ... mach ... machine!" Tessa croaked in reply. "I remember wanting someone, anyone to play with my tits at about this point," Margie teased. "Nuh?" While Tessa seemed unable to communicate her wishes to her friend, her brain was working full time. The way my body's weight is forcing me onto the vibrator, and the way I can't move my legs without separating myself from the damn vibrator intensifies everything. I'm actually helpless and I'm loving it! Tessa had her hair bunched in her left hand and when she shook her head beads of sweat flew off in all directions. Margie couldn't resist and reached out to tweak one of her friend's nipples. Tessa wobbled at the touch, and would have fallen off the machine had Margie not held her until she could right herself. Almost unconsciously, she began to rut against the machine. Her orgasm smashed into her and Tessa became incoherent. Margie turned the machine up three notches, to the highest speed possible. "OH! OH! OH!" Her brain was racing with erotic thoughts: What the hell am I doing? This thing is alive! It's getting me in places I didn't know I had! And then her mind went blank as she pulled at her left nipple and babbled incoherently. Later Tessa would say: "I just remember the relentless pleasure, the constant, unending stimulation making me delirious with ecstasy but just hovering somewhere on the edge of cumming, trying to but unable to. Then I was coming and couldn't stop!" The only sounds in the room now were the buzzing of the Sybian and Tessa's, "OH, UGH! OH, UGH! OH, UGH'S!" Margie throttled the Sybian down until it stopped. "JESUS!" Tessa croaked. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! THAT'S AT LEAST FIVE CUMS ALREADY!" Tessa kept on with her mantra of "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" until she toppled off the Sybian with a loud "pop!" as the suction on her cunt was broken. She sat on the floor breathing heavily and shaking from the throes of her last orgasm. Margie gasped in awe at the creamy juices running down the dildo and onto the top of the machine. "Jesus, I've never..." Tessa turned and pulled Margie down then kissed her passionately. The kiss lasted some four minutes, after which Tessa breathlessly chirped, "Thank you for sharing it with me. Can I eat you out now?" Danny & Cynthia When Cynthia spread her legs and Danny saw that she'd gone commando, he kicked a shoe off and hit a lamp, knocking it over on its side. He tried to kick the other shoe off but failed. Cynthia's arms were outstretched, beckoning him to her. He sank to his knees between her legs and buried his face in her red, neatly trimmed bush. Less than thirty seconds later they were both moaning. Cynthia was holding his head in her hands, keeping his firmly on her sizzling snatch. Danny's hands, with a mind of their own, reached up to squeeze and fondle her breasts, still confined in her bra. Unconsciously, Cynthia dropped a hand down in search of Danny's rigid cock, found it and began jerking him off. Danny's skillful tongue brought Cynthia off a minute or so later. Panting heavily from her climax, Cynthia husked, "Let's take it into the bedroom." "Sure," Danny replied, "let me see those tits of yours first. I need to suck them." "How can I refuse you?" she replied as she deftly slipped out of her bra and held both breasts out to him like an offering of succulent food. But Danny was an artful lover in his own right and won Cynthia over completely by taking the bottle of wine and drizzling some over her breasts before sampling them, first the left then the right, massaging and mauling them in concert with her moans. Cynthia couldn't take it anymore after five agonizingly pleasurable minutes. And with her cunt still pulsing from the ministrations of his talented tongue, she croaked, "Let me have a turn, will you, please?" She dropped to her knees and grasped his very full-sized cock in both hands and licked the head, already gleaming with precum. Humming happily, she licked down one side of his rampant shaft and up the other. Then she kissed the curve of his corona several times before engulfing the crown in her mouth and sucking out any remaining precum, while fondling his testicles. "You give great head," he told her. Cynthia gurgled her pleasure in response and Danny settled back content to let an artist finish her work. As far as Cynthia was concerned, Danny was a singularly different cocksman than she was accustomed too. Her husband, Ben as well as her other lovers had one thing in common. Although they differed in length and thickness, none had a curved cock as pronounced as Danny's. On closer inspection, she realized that it curved about two inches to the left from its base to the head. Neither of them noticed it, but she was drooling as she slipped her lips over the head and began rhythmically to move back and forth, cupping his hanging balls in her own left hand. Danny rested his hands on her shoulders at first then cupped her breasts, and finally leaned back and pulled her onto the bed with him. Cynthia never missed a beat, sucking voraciously until he came in her mouth. As his second spurt cannoned into her throat, she began gargling in triumph. With Danny laughing delightedly, Cynthia opened her mouth revealing his slick white cum pooled on her tongue. Then, with eyes glittering with lust, she swallowed, allowing, his sperm to slide down her slippery throat. "We both deserve an "A" for oral, don't you think?" she inquired innocently a moment later. "We do," Danny replied. "More wine, Cynthia?" "Yes, thank you. How long before you've recovered enough to start round two?" Tessa Joins Cynthia & Danny Just then Tessa walked in the bedroom. She was stunned to see Cynthia and Danny lying nude on her bed. She was still tingling from her many orgasms from the Sybian and those she had bestowed on Margie in gratitude. She had been willing to accept Cynthia's invitation, but now glowered at her as she lay alongside Danny; legs sprawled apart wantonly, as if in invitation enjoining her to join them. "What is this, Danny, a meat market?" "Tessa, I thought..." He stammered then stopped. "Cynthia, I thought I told you we'd talk it through further before joining. And by the way, I don't see your husband here. Don't tell me you started without him?" Cynthia knew that Tessa liked women as well as men and opened her legs inviting Tessa to see her red trimmed cunt. "Close them, bitch. What I need at the moment is a nice thick cock. And I believe there is one waiting for me with my name engraved on it. Cynthia had been in similar situations before and knew that Tessa wasn't really angry with her. She had violated territorial boundaries in bedding Tessa's man without her full approval and meekly apologized for it. "I meant no harm, Tessa. I came by to see you. You weren't here, but Danny was. One thing led to another. If it will make you feel any better we haven't had sex in the strictest form. "Oh?" Tessa said and then waited further explanation. "We ... um, Clintoned it." "What?" "We had oral sex. And I must tell you, you're man is simply fantastic at it." Tessa glanced at her husband. Danny now had his arms under his head as he lay back watching and listening to the two women sparring. "Oh, and Tessa?" "Yes?" "That blouse you're wearing does great things for those fabulous nipples of yours." Tessa looked down, startled, and saw two rigid tuning knobs staring straight back at her. She cleared her throat, and felt the evidence of her own sexuality flip her straight back into a horny state again. "I like my nipples," she said defiantly, rolling her shoulders back a little to pull the blouse tighter over her breasts, "And so does everyone else, by the look of it." Danny's laugh demonstrated that he was definitely on her side. Cynthia gave her a smug half smile. "You were somewhere getting laid yourself, weren't you?" Cynthia asked with a widening smile. To buy time before answering, Tessa poured herself a glass of wine and drained the glass in two gulps, refilling the glass immediately after. Suddenly she felt the world accelerating as the wine and exhilarating sex she'd experienced on the Sybian went to her head. "Yes, I was. A friend..." she paused to give Danny a warning look, " ... let me try out a new toy." "What kind of toy?" Danny inquired innocently. Tessa glowered at him before answering. "A Sybian. It was fantastic!" Cynthia jumped in, surprising Tessa with a supportive, "Wasn't it great? I have a friend who lets me use hers on occasion and I must get at least seven or eight orgasms each time. I'm simply dripping cum when they pry me off." Tessa looked at her husband. "Danny, I have got to feel your cock in me ... NOW!" Having spoken so brashly in front of Cynthia, a relative stranger, Tessa laughed, and turning to face her, said: "I'm sure you'll forgive me if I borrow my husband from you for a quickie. It's possible you'll be able to make use of him after I'm finished with him." Seconds later, Tessa stood naked in front of the others. Danny pulled her up onto the bed and slid two fingers into her overheated cunt while Cynthia shifted her body to the side, allowing them room to fuck with abandon if they wanted to. Tessa lay across the bed with her head hanging off one side and her legs hanging off the other, leaving her back slightly arched and her pussy feeling more open and exposed than it ever had before. While Tessa digested this information, she felt his hands pushing her thighs apart and the first, burning lap of his tongue along my lips. "Just fuck me," she groaned, as the ceiling swam in front of her eyes, and for some reason Danny didn't argue. Two seconds later he pushed into her smoothly and, although with care, firmly. "OH FUCK, YEAH!" she gasped as he settled into a smooth, slow rhythm that normally would have kept them going indefinitely. Tessa head Cynthia say something she couldn't quite make out, and rolled her head towards her, more an automatic gesture than a conscious one, and found Cynthia's strangely distorted, half-upside down face grinning at her; red hair hanging below her, noted her lips already cum-streaked, and thought He didn't fuck her. She blew him. A moral victory. He got hard again and I came home, so he's fucking me and not her. Hooray for me! Tessa bit her lip and whimpered in anticipatory pleasure as Cynthia began to chew on her left nipple, knowing it would send even more pleasurable sensations to her cunt while Danny rammed his curved cock into her at a steadily rising pace. I have to cum before he does. I have to share him with her ... it's the right thing to do. Cynthia's hand blindly reached out for Tessa's other breast, found it and captured the other nipple, rolled it then tugged on it, making Tessa whimper with gratitude as her huger than life orgasm swept over her. Tessa barely remembered what happened next. If memory served, Danny left her and mounted Cynthia. Apparently, Cynthia had been simmering for a while and she came rather quickly, and then guided Danny's curved pole back into Tessa's cunt. Two or three thrusts later, Danny spewed his load into Tessa, causing her to cum again. Danny rolled away and Cynthia dived between Tessa's legs and lapped away at her, seemingly dredging most of Danny's semen from Tessa's twat. Tessa's came again and drifted off, exhausted. When she came back to her senses, Tessa groaned, "Was that you, Cynthia?" Cynthia smiled at her and then stuck her tongue out, revealing Danny's cum on the tip of her tongue. Still smiling, Cynthia said, "Aunt sum?" Which Tessa translated as: "Want some?" Tessa nodded, and took in Cynthia's twinkling eyes as the other leaned in close to her and let a long string of Danny's cum hang from her tongue while Tessa inched closer until she reached the end of the string and began absorbing the string into her own mouth. Tessa swallowed and then kissed Cynthia with such an intense feeling that the two women knew they would have sex together, although at a different time and in a different place. Vince & Margie The moment Vince came home, Margie told him about Tessa and the Sybian. He laughed and said: "I knew she'd love it. But why isn't she still here? I would have fucked her brains out." "Well, I'm here sugar," Margie said, "fuck mine out." Vince laughed and said, "All in due time, Marge. I have another surprise for you." "Oh, baby!" she gasped happily, "I love your surprises." "Now I know you love the Sybian. This is a little kinkier." "I love kinky!" "I know you do. Let me see your tits, baby." Margie gave him a suspicious smirk, a knowing glint flashing across her eyes as she said, "Sure, Vin." She removed her top without the usual stripper-like fanfare and stood topless before him. He tweaked one of her nipples until it jutted out proudly, and then rolled and tugged on the other until it matched the first one. "Mmmm, I like that!" Margie chirped as she reached between his legs and gave him a playful scratch. Vince maneuvered her into the bathroom and backed her up against the sink. He kissed her hard and squeezed her right breast. Margie moaned happily and positioned herself so his erection was pressing against her mons. When the kiss ended, she tore open his shirt and kissed then sucked on each of his nipples. Vince had one hand in her hair and the other under her dress. Margie quickly raised a leg, placing it on the edge of the tub, providing her husband with easier access to her suddenly sodden cunt. She bit his nipple and made him groan, only to have him retaliate by shoveling two fingers into her while she ground her pussy against them and moaned continuously. "Honey..." she managed after a long minute of fingering. "What, baby?" "Doris will be bringing Tabby home any time now!" "Shit!" Vince barked in dismay. "Wait, Tabby will run upstairs to her room. She's a creature of habit." "Doris will want to make sure one of us is home before she leaves Tabby. You know that." "Then I'll be quick," he rasped hoarsely, grasping her by the shoulders and spinning Margie around. She almost fell but managed to catch herself by grabbing onto the edge of the sink. "Vince ... are you crazy?" He wasn't listening. He already had her dress up around her waist, as Margie strained to hear if anyone knocked or rang the doorbell. He licked the back of her ear, a favorite erotic spot on her body. Margie automatically responded by arching her back and throwing her hair back with a toss of the head. "You're gonna be quick?" "Yes, I'll be fast as a bunny," he replied. She was already pulling her panties down and left them hanging on her left ankle as she repositioned her body and leaned over the tub. He went down on her from behind, jabbing his hot tongue into her pussy at the same time his nose poke against her asshole. Moments later, with his pants pooled around his ankles, Vince replaced his tongue with a couple fingers; Margie's cunt was making very wet slushy sounds in response to his fingering and she was moaning while he was gasping for breath. "Hurry!" "Yeah, yeah!" "I mean it, hurry the fuck up!" It took a moment, but they both got the double-meaning to her phrase and began laughing together. Still laughing, Margie said, "No, I really mean it, Vince!" "Yeah, yeah," he answered again, and buried his face in the cleft of her ass and tongued her tiny brown hole. "Oh, my fucking God!" Margie exclaimed through gritted teeth as he begin a long slow lick from your cunt to her tailbone, wetting her asshole enroute and maneuvering his fingers around inside her pussy. Margie was moaning and wiggling her ass knowing what is to come. But Vince has already decided to tease her and navigates his way all around her slightly open pucker, but avoids any direct contact. Trying to hurry him along, Margie reached back and pulled her right cheek to the side in a lewd, sexy manner as if the beckon his cock inside her forbidden zone. He pressed the head of his cock against her dark opening and watched her asshole disappear from view as his cock inched its way inside. Margie let out an incomprehensible sound as he didn't withdraw but kept forcing his way inside. Her sphincter put up only slight resistance, perhaps because they had anal sex more frequently of late; or perhaps because she was wriggling her ass in an attempt to engulf his entire length as quickly as possible, fearing the unwelcome arrival of daughter and sitter. Finally, Vince backed out, examined his handiwork and slammed back into again, almost taking her breath away in his rush to finish. "Oh, Jesus, Vince ... hurry, please!" "You gonna cum?" "I don't..." she reconsidered telling him she wasn't close. "Yes! I'm almost there, baby. Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!" He began pounding his meat into her with a vengeance. He wanted it to be good for both of them, but soon lost his resolve in that regard and only thought of his own pleasure. Still, Margie had her head thrown back and her silky hair was splashed across her face as he pleasured her with stroke after pulsing stroke. She sent a hand between her legs to furiously rub her clit. His breathing is now filled with long labored gasps, but he maintains the furious pace, feeling himself readying to unload. Suddenly the magic moment arrived; her asshole clenched, constricting further movement of his shaft while Margie screamed out ecstatically, "CHRIST ... I'M COMING!" Seconds later, her sphincter relaxed and he resumed fucking her with a new found vigor, going faster and faster until he felt his balls tingling with impending release. And when he could hold back no longer, he yanked his slick, slippery shaft from her hole, jerking it wildly. As soon as Margie felt his cock escape the confines of her ass, she spun around and dropped to her knees, opening her mouth wide in sluttish invitation. Unable to control himself, Vince grabbed the back of her head and jammed his cock against her waiting mouth as the first stream of hot cum spewed forth, bathing the inside of her cheeks. Margie's lips sealed his cock inside her mouth as the door bell rang for the first time. She was sucking and swallowing as fast as his load rocketed out of his cock's nozzle. Moaning loudly, Vince pulled away from her mouth to send the last rope of cum onto her chin and lower lip. The doorbell rang a second time. They both heard it this time and Vince saved the day by grabbing a robe and throwing it on; let Margie quickly inspect him, and when she slapped his arm, he ran to the door while Margie closed the bathroom door behind him. "Sorry, I was in the shower," he said, in apology for his tardiness in answering the door. Doris, a middle-aged widow, thought nothing of it, and failed to notice that for someone just out of the shower, his hair was awfully dry. Tabby skipped upstairs to her room, just as Margie had predicted she would. Less than a minute later he rejoined his wife in the bathroom and found her licking his sperm off her fingers. "Thanks," she said smiling widely. "Where are we going to go for round two?" ------- Chapter 9 Tessa & Danny When Tessa was in the shower in the morning, she heard the door open and felt Danny behind her. "Oh, what do I deserve this for?" she asked as he soaped her behind. Standing as far as she could from him in the small cubicle, she allowed him access to her behind. Soaping it and letting his finger explore and open both holes, he said to her "We forgot one thing last night, but that's okay, I'll make up for it during the day." Puzzled, she said, "If you don't stop doing what you're doing with your fingers I will cum here, but I am intrigued with what you saying" Then she felt something new enter her wet and open pussy, "Wow ... what was that?" "Those are a matched set of chrome balls. I can't remember what they're called, but I read that they keep you at a permanent state of arousal and as you walk they can even trigger an orgasm or two. I thought it would be nice for you to have them inside you all day today." "Gosh," Tessa gasped as she became aware of the strange but welcome sensation inside her just as he stopped soaping her butt. Danny watched her facial expressions as she stepped out of the shower and began drying herself with a towel. In turn she was aware of movements deep inside her and a strong desire to touch her clit and bring herself to the point of orgasm. They were doing what he said; "Danny, I will be climbing the walls before long, I really want to cum, I want to finger myself or be fingered. They are amazing" He laughed, "So they work then..." "They certainly do!" "Ben Wa ... Ben Wa Balls! That's what they're called," he said happy to have remembered. He moved behind her and rubbed his hand over her mons, paying particular attention to her clit. "Oh, look who's come out of hiding!" "DANNY!" "I'm only teasing it." "These damn balls have me extra sensitive there." Ignoring her complaint, he sent two fingers into her cunt. "Oh yes" she moaned His fingers searched out the Ben Wa ball nearest the entrance, and found it, slick with her juices... Her moans increased in volume, and Tessa began to ride his exploring fingers. "Feels so fuckin' good!" "Want me to go faster?" "YES!" Seconds later she came with a cry and a shudder, clasping his fingers inside her pussy. She came back down to earth and he removed his finger, presenting it to her to suck dry. "Mmmm nice, no wonder you like going down there," she laughed as he handed her a towel."How long will it take before they get me going again?" "I don't know exactly. Shouldn't take long. I'm told they'll keep your pussy stoked all day long. I'm told some women can't pass a restroom without going in and fingering themselves." "You've been hearing a lot. So tell me, where are you hearing all this shit?" He laughed and gave her his best Danny smile. Tessa smiled back and nodded. "It's started already," she said with a grin. "Wanna fuck?" "If you let me watch you take the balls out," he replied solemnly. Giggling obscenely, Tessa spread her legs, revealing her wide open sopping pussy. For his benefit, she put a finger deep inside her and with her eyes on his, found the string and gave a tug. With a barely audible plop the first ball popped out. "See, it's really easy." "Unless you can't find the string," he said. Frowning at this new piece of information, Tessa replied, "One should always be able to find it. Falling that, one can force the ball out." "May I ask how?" "Grunting it out, I suppose. The same way you get a baby out, you summon the will power to force it out. Otherwise, we head for the hospital and let some intern worry about extracting it." "That could be embarrassing," he said. "No, interns have probably seen worse." When the final ball popped out, Danny held them in the palm of his hand and asked how she had enjoyed them. "I'm not really sure; honestly, I loved being on the edge. I loved how often they had me cum, but I'm concerned that it might lessen the fun we have together when you put Dick in Jane and play Tarzan. "Basically I'm saying I'll try it again before deciding how much I like them." "Fair enough," he said, thankful for the honesty they had with one another. "It's like the vibrators" she continued. I like them and cum with them, but not as good as with your fingers, tongue, or dick." "So ... shall we adjourn to the bedroom?" "Sure, but what I want right now is to watch you jerk off and cum on my tits." "You have a filthy mind, my dear," he said, but was already stroking himself. "I want a what'chamacallit," she purred, "I want a pearl necklace!" And within two minutes, Tessa was sporting a brand new, glistening necklace of transparent hue, that were, in her opinion, undoubtedly the finest pearls ever mined. Vince and Margie Margie was already moaning in anticipation of a tumultuous climax. Since acquiring the Sybian she had had nothing but great climaxes and now expected one almost every time she had sex. But Vince had another surprise for her this day, and using her nipples as a controlling device, he gently steered her backwards onto their bed. Once she lay on her back he left the room only to return moments later with what appeared at first glance to be a plastic curtain rod, or something similar. "What... ?" "In a minute, my love," Vince replied, wanting her relaxed before he began. He held the device up for her inspection. "Now, as you can see, I'm holding a plastic rod. It has a smaller, metal rod inside it, and a knob at each end. I also have these plastic plates, which you can see are kind of shaped like the figure eight. They fit between those lovely breasts of yours, like so." Margie also noted that at the end of each knob there seemed be a wire protruding, but he was still explaining things and she tried to concentrate on his words and forgot about the wires for the time being. She smiled as he fit the figure-eight shaped plate between her gravity-flattened breasts, and then saw that the wires now dangled down over a nipple. "What is... ?" "It's one of those Japanese contraptions, Marge. I think you'll grow to like it." "Grow to like it? What the hell are you doing, Vince?" "These," Vince continued, smoothly, "Are Japanese nipple clamps." "I don't think I..." Balancing the contraption carefully on Margie's torso, he pinched one nipple firmly between finger and thumb, pulled it upwards and, with a twist of his fingers, opened the clamp and closed it over Margie's sensitive flesh. The sound Margie made was almost orgasmic as his fingers tightened painfully on the nipple. Margie jerked upward trying to escape the sudden onrush of the lightning bolt of pain and pleasure that resulted. "The thing about these clamps," Vince continued calmly as he fastened the other nipple, "Is that the more you pull on this end, the more the jaws at that end, tighten." He began to twist the knob, and Margie realized that the metal inside the plastic rod was threaded, and that it was lifting the clamps away from her chest, taking her nipples with it, exerting an unbelievable pressure on her distended nipples. Margie began whimpering in pain. She was confused in that she liked the pleasurable portion this treatment was bringing to her, but didn't care for the painful part. "Vince!" she croaked out, and realized her throat was parched. Her eyes widened in surprise on seeing her nipples were now stretched out to at least an inch and a half. Her husband stopped twisting and stood there admiring his work. "So much more to suck. So much more, Margie. I'm very pleased." "Vince ... I'm in pain. Get me out of this contraption!" "In a minute Marge. In a minute, but first I have another gadget to try out on your tits." ."Vince!" Margie protested weakly. "This is called a Japanese Snake Bite." "No! I don't want..." "They can be used to suck venom from a snake bite, or..." "Vinnie, quite it! I mean it, cut the shit out!" Ignoring his wife, Vince continued with his explanation while applying the device to her breast. "They have, and please believe me on this, enough suction to extract venom from your body." He squeezed each one, hard, and then pressed them down over her nipples and at the same time released his grip on the cylinders. Margie screamed out in shock and pain. To her it felt like there was a huge mouth on each breast sucking imaginably hard. Hard enough to leave deep, dark bruises. She was reduced to begging her husband to take them off, but Vince let his hand drop over her clit and began rubbing her there and she went berserk. "Oh, yes! That's it! That's it!" she screamed and then came hard. Margie had the completely unfocused, dreamy look of someone in a trance when Vince fed his cock into her mouth and she gulped, swallowing it, until she felt the intense, masculine, totally intoxicating odor of her husband's groin through his sac pressed into her nose. She began sucking away as she absorbed him, wanting him to cum in her mouth; not caring about anything but that and her next orgasm, which she knew was waiting patiently out there, and would arrive with the next stimulus. But somehow her own orgasm was no nearer, despite the fact that she was helplessly, overridden by lust and the need to be used. Then, Vince grunted twice as her cheeks hollowing and molding to the shape of his cock, and he came with a violent spasm that nearly threw them both off the bed. Suddenly Margie exploded. She thought she may have levitated off the bed. She was definitely screaming, and possibly cursing as well. Unexpectedly she felt that the pain in her nipples was worth it. Her breath was returning to normal as Vince removed the snake bite cups from her breasts which were now swollen, purple and aching as Marge carefully examined them, glaring at her husband all the while. "You son-of-a-bitch, I've half a mind to go out and buy a device that puts your balls in a vise and squeezes them until their juice runs out your fucking nose!" Margie didn't speak to him the rest of the evening and when it was time to go to bed, she made Vince sleep on the couch. Tessa & Danny Both Danny and Tessa were puzzled over just how to proceed with joining Cynthia's circle of 'special' friends without insulting and possibly ending a perfectly good relationship with Margie and Vince. "I know if anything happened to damage our relationship you'd really miss Margie," Danny was saying as they lay on their respective lounges at poolside. "More than ever now that she's got that Sybian," Tessa giggled. "So how many times did you get off while riding that thing?" "I honestly couldn't say. But it was like I started to cum and didn't stop. When she turned it up even one notch I came so fast it almost erased the previous one. And then she turning it up full blast and I kept coming. There's no way to describe it. One long orgasm is the best I can do and that's woefully inadequate." Tessa was reclining on her side in a fetching baby blue bikini. Danny reached over and untied the halter, letting it fall to the edge of the pool. "You have the greatest tits in the world," he said quietly. "C'mon over here," she laughed, and pulled him down to kiss her. Following the kiss, she deftly helped rid him of his trunks and gently caressed his ball sac. "Seem full to me," she giggled. "Probably are, it's been at least fifteen minutes since I whacked off looking at Cynthia's high school graduation pictures. "Oh, you!" Tessa screeched in mock indignation, and then she rolled to a sitting position, leaned forward and took his growing erection into her mouth, lifting it so that she could get to the sensitive underside then nibbling on his tip with her full lips. While he reached down to fondle her breasts. "Christ, I'm still so horny from the Sybian," she gasped, releasing his penis and rolling onto her back. "Let's forego the foreplay, Danny. Give it to me hat and hard!" He ran his hands over her beautiful breasts. Even lying on her back, Tessa had more than a handful. He was kissing and licking and biting her chest while Tessa laughed delightedly. "Baby, you've got me tingling all over!" "Mmmm," he groaned as he knelt between her legs and slowly moved the flat of his tongue over one then the other thigh. "Get me off, honey! I really need to get off in a hurry!" Danny laughed but continued kissing her inner thighs then snaked a finger inside her bikini bottoms while his thumb massaged the camel toe evident under the tight material. "Jesus!" Tessa huffed, lifting herself enough to both untie the knot at the side of her bikini and deftly slip them down to her knees. The feminine smell that reached his nose was exquisite, slightly spicy and sweet. Tessa swung her legs into the air and sent the bottoms flying into the pool. "I just hope no one happens by until we can retrieve them," she giggled. Danny had already trapped her legs in the air and was licking the back of her right knee. "Oh, that tickles..." She giggled school girlishly. A moment later his mouth descended on her pussy and she howled with sheer pleasure. "Quiet down, the neighbors will come running if you do that again," he laughed. She did, but her face masked with desire, spread her legs into a wanton, spread-eagled position and Danny began eagerly lapping at her juicy vagina while teasing her clit until she started to cum. He lovingly stroked her silken hair and inhaled the scent emanating from her oozing pussy. Soon she began to revive. "God, that was good." "What time are Maggie and Vince coming over?" he asked. "We have ... about an hour and a half," Tessa said with an evil grin. "What?" Danny asked. She grabbed his cock and got down on her knees and started blowing him. When Danny was rock hard, pulled him from her mouth and told him, "I've got to have you in me now." "Then let's take it inside." "Anywhere you want, lover!" Once they were in their bedroom, Tessa swung astride Danny's body. At first she rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit. "Oh, this feels so good. I love how you feel in my hand, and now inside me." With that, she started lowering herself slowly down. She began dropping an inch or two only to rise up again. Back down she went, taking an extra inch. Finally after five or six tries, she sat firmly on his hips with her pussy firmly clutching all of his cock. "God, if you keep doing that I'll shoot too soon," Danny gasped. Tessa was practicing her Kegel exercises. To Danny, her muscle contractions were exquisite. "Oh, you're my woman, Tess." Panting from her excessive clenching and humping, she laughed, "Are you really going to sing that song from Porgy & Bess?" Laughing, Danny gasped, "Tess, you is my woman," and then convulsed with laughter, sobering only when he felt a shudder sweep through her. Tessa pushed on his shoulders and moved faster, her elongated nipples grazing the hair on his chest. He moved his fingers lightly over her back. The feel of her skin was like warm silk. He wet two fingers in his mouth and reached between them to rub her clit. "OH FUCK! FUCK! OH FUCK SHIT! FUCK SHIT! I'M COMING! He felt the heat pouring out of her and onto him. Her movements became irregular and jerky from side to side and back and forth. "OH FUCK!" And then she slumped onto his chest, as he sent his seminal fluids gushing into her. At least two minutes passed before either of them moved. It was Tessa who reached out to fondle his flaccid cock and balls. "Danny, your cock is so beautiful and it's all mine. I love to love it," then she kissed and licked her way up one side, around the corona and down the other side, tasting our combined juices. "Better than any ice cream cone I ever had." "That's because it's not ice cream but hot cream." "Yum, yum." She took loud slurps of my cock and balls and the hair and skin all around. She changed from playing to serious work. One hand pumped the base of my cock slowly. Her mouth sucked and licked and acted like an o-ring on the head. She pulled on my hip to roll me on to my side. As I turned she reversed her body and opened her top leg so that I was staring into her pussy. Her free hand came down to spread her lips. Danny knew what was expected of him and never having had a problem tasting his own cum in a woman's pussy, moaned happily, "Oh yeah, baby, let me at it. "No," She rotated her hips back a little. "Just watch." As he watched, she ran her fingertips down and back up her slit and around her clit. Back down again and then in and out several times. With almost no warning at all. Her mouth engulfed his withered cock and pleasured it with her tongue. Danny felt the vibrations of her moans in his balls. He watched her fingers stroke, glide, and pump all over her pussy. He smelled her hot, spicy musk as her undulating hips wafted the odor towards his nose. He heard her moans, groans, gasps, and slurps as she pleasured herself for him. And he felt the velvet softness of her mouth and the gentle but firm caress of her hand. Her hips increased their rocking as her fingers became more insistent and probing in their assault on her pussy. Her mouth attacked his growing cock more wetly and more completely. "I'm going to cum," he warned her. Tessa's sounds changed as Danny started to spurt in her mouth. She jammed her fingers inside as far as she could and snapped her thighs together trapping the hand between them. Suddenly he felt cool air on the head of his cock. Looking down he saw her mouth open, his cock still dribbling a little into it and cum running out of the corner of her mouth. Danny turned around and kissed her hard. They shared the remainder of his splooge between them. "We better get cleaned up," Tessa said, rolling off the bed. "You go first, hon," Danny said. "Don't fall asleep on me. They'll be here before you know it." ------- Danny greeted Vince and Margie with a stoic, "No sex tonight folks. Tessa wore me out knowing you two were coming over." "Gee," Margie replied, "had I known that I would have brought the Sybian along. Just to keep me occupied, you know?" Everyone laughed then Vince added, "I can always run home and bring it over." "Oh, I'd love to see Margie give it a workout. I hear great things about it," Danny laughed. "Let's leave that for another time," Margie quipped, and everyone laughed again. It seemed that things between the couples were back to normal. Tessa poured everyone a glass of white wine, and they all settled down in their respective seats. "Okay, here's the thing," Danny said as he placed his wineglass down on a coaster. "We've been contacted by some people who want us to play with them." Margie was stunned. "What!" "Easy, Marge," Tessa said. "Let Danny finish, please?" "Another couple?"Vince said, scratching at his groin. "I don't believe the two of you," Margie said, obviously peeved. "I mean, here we spend one night with our respective spouses and you're peddling your pussy all over town. How could you do that to me, Tessa?" "Whoa," Tessa barked. "First of all, I'm ... I mean; we're not peddling our asses all over town. If you give me a chance I explain what happened. You'll see I didn't do anything you wouldn't have done under similar circumstances." "I gotta hear this," Vince said, and then gulped the remainder of his wine down and reached for the second bottle and poured him and Margie another glass. "It was shortly after the night we spent together. If you recall, Marge, you weren't returning my calls. In fact, I have reason to think you deliberately ignored them." This was confirmed when Vince gave his wife a glaring look. He had been anxious to fuck Tessa again, but Margie had made one excuse after another, which was the reason he'd purchased the Sybian. "Anyway, I was approached by a woman whose name I won't share, at least for the time being. She confided to me that she and her husband met with two or three other couples on a monthly basis. Um, they generally arrange who goes with whom in advance, the woman remains at home while the husband goes to the appointed woman's place. Um, the normal time frame is from 7 to midnight, but times can fluctuate." "Did you tell her about us?" Margie asked, visibly shaken by this news. "Yes and no. I told her we'd experimented with another couple, but no names were exchanged." "But you know who they are, don't you?" Margie said, glaring for some reason at her husband. "Yes, I do. If you two are interested in joining, I'll see if I can get permission to tell you, otherwise, I'm sorry." "More to the point," Vince said, "have you agreed to meet with them? I mean, are you two going to swap with them?' "That's not been decided," Danny said, jumping into the discussion. "We wanted you guys on board first. It's not that we feel we need your approval, but that we think it only polite to tell you and see if you might be interested." He pondered his words for a moment and added, "Or hear any argument you may have against our joining their club." Tessa saw Margie perk up at Danny's last words. For the first time that evening she thought that Margie might join the club with them. She already knew Vince was sold. He was a pussyhound, after all and would jump at any opportunity to get laid by some strange pussy. Tessa took the floor again. "I should add that under the current setup, we're not exactly thrilled with all the participants." "What's that mean?" Vince asked. "Just what I said," Tessa told him in a no nonsense manner that precluded any further questions on that subject. "I have a question, Tessa," Margie said. "Yes, Margie?" "This participant you're not thrilled with..." "I told you..." "Please, let me finish. What I'm asking is should you decline any activity with one or more participants, does that rule you out of the club?" Tessa shrugged and said, "I don't know. I have expressed my feelings about one couple, but I have yet to get an answer." Margie laughed. "That sounds like the Tessa I know and love." The discussion petered out after that and both couples put on bathing suits and jumped in the pool. While there was some groping and Margie kissed Tessa long and hard, nothing else of a sexual nature went on for the duration of the night. However, the couples agreed to meet the following Friday night for a second session of swapping. ------- An hour or so after Vince and Margie had gone home, Danny broached the subject. "I think they'll join if Milford Lambert is not included among the men." "Isn't he the originator of the group?" "Yes, he is. But they know he's a detriment to bringing others on board. And Cynthia swears the other women, including his wife, want no part of him. His idea of sex is both sordid and dangerous." "How so?" "He likes to stick things up his partner's pussy and ass. Not the same object. He also likes larger than usual objects." "Is he into fisting?" "Maybe, but I get the impression he uses something bigger than his fist." "A Fatty Arbuckle type, eh?" [1] "Who's Fatty Arbuckle?" Tessa asked curiously. Danny told her, and she was nodding as he went through the entire Arbuckle history. Then, looking him straight in the eye, she said, "In this case, Lambert is guilty. No one I know of is blackmailing him." "So why do they tolerate him?" "For his wife, Carol's sake." "Oh ... she's that popular?" "She's ... a good friend to all the women involved. In many respects they feel sorry for her. They all loathe him, but they come as a pair. No one seems to know how to shed Lambert at the get-togethers." "Afraid of being blunt?" "No, afraid of what he might do to poor Carol." "Has that son-of-a-bitch beaten her?" "Not that I, or the other women know of. But the threat's always there. He's known to be extremely rough with whoever his partner's are." "And the other husbands tolerate this?" "I assume so," Tessa admitted, knowing it was true. She had wondered herself as to how they let him get away with the brutality against women, but something told her it was accepted as part of the group's overall acceptance of swapping. Could it be that the women wanted to be treated that way? Tessa asked herself. I guess the only way I'll find out is to go off with him myself. But would Danny let that happen? No way. He'd be all over Lambert first. She decided to keep those thoughts to herself and changed the subject. "Danny, just imagine having to choose between four or five different women. All of whom are attractive and possess lustful appetites." "I can dig it," he said and laughed. "Like having a harem, I'd say." "A harem. I hadn't looked at it quite that way," Tessa said. "I know you see one well hung stud after another, dipping their magical wands into that luscious snatch of yours." "How poetical of you," she laughed. "In fact, I do envision something of the sort, but magical ... not likely." Tessa & Margie The following night, Margie called Tessa, contrite and forthcoming. "You really feel comfortable hooking up with them?" "For the most part, yeah. But there is a hitch, um, I think I mentioned it." "Yeah, one of the guys is a scumbag." "Something like that. What I'm looking to see is if they'll drop him, or if we can join without his inclusion in our ... sessions." "You must have guessed that Vince is all over this thing." "He's a horny goat, isn't he?" Tessa laughed. "He is. He makes me ride the Sybian and then jumps my bones." "You mind it?" "Are you kidding? The Syb gets me hotter than a two-dollar pistol and along comes Vince with his schlong just dripping to get into me. You know he's not a wham-bam-thank-you ma'am type." He does last a while," Tessa conceded. "Doesn't he though? If we join up, the ladies will be thrilled." "From what I've heard the ladies are already thrilled by two of the male members." "Would that be size, or other?" "Both, I think." "C'mon over, the Sybian's waiting for you." "Hmmm, give me twenty minutes." ------- The two couples were excitedly approaching the home of that night's gathering. It was considered an auspicious event by everyone involved, for the hosts had never brought two couples in at the same time. "Tell me more about this group," Margie said. "Are we meeting them all tonight?" Vince asked before Tessa or Danny could answer. Danny took it upon himself to answer both questions. "I'm led to believe everyone will be present. As to who that is ... well, you may know one or two, but probably don't know everyone. I know we don't. But the names are..." "You're not supposed to give the names out until we get there, honey," Tessa said, preventing her husband from going any further. "Oh, c'mon!" Vince groused. "We're almost there. We walk in the door and there they are. So why not give us a little advance on just who it is we'll be fu ... meeting?" "Go on, honey, give them a couple names," Tessa said, having changed her mind about revealing the players. "I think you know Carol Lambert," he said and paused for any reaction about her husband Milford, getting none she then went on. "And the Armstrong's, Ben and Cynthia." "Whoa!" Vince said happily, "Carol's the one with tits out to here, isn't she?" His arms were reaching for the front seat exaggerating her breast size. Knocking his arms down and chastising him at the same time, Margie said, "Vince! Stop it. Behave yourself!" Danny smoothed things over; telling them that Cynthia was a stunner, and he'd also heard good things about the other women although he had yet to meet them. "And no," Tessa said before anyone could ask, "I haven't meet them either. "Baby," Margie cooed, "please don't drool over the other women, it's not polite." "It isn't sanitary either," Danny said getting a laugh from the others. "All right, all right," Vince laughed, I'll try to control the heavy breathing; will that make you all happy?" "Just remember," Danny said, "we're all being judged by the others. We have yet to be accepted." "Oh, and what happens if they reject us, or one of us?" Margie asked with concern. "I don't know," Tessa said. "I honestly don't know. I mean, we'll have met them, and..." "We'll have met them," Danny said, "but they won't have done anything wrong in our presence. So where's the problem? Anything we say about them would be pure speculation." Vince had to adjust his equipment and did so. Both women watched him without being obvious; but it was evident to the two of them that they were as eager to meet the others as Vince was. ------- [1] By 1921 Roscoe "Fatty" Arbuckle was one of the highest paid actor/directors in the motion picture business. But on September 5 of that year, during a weekend party he was throwing at the Saint Francis Hotel in San Francisco, Virginia Rappe (Rap-pay), a girl attending the party, ran screaming from a bedroom, took sick and died four days later. On September 17, Arbuckle was arraigned in San Francisco charged with the rape and murder of Virginia Rappe. As Kevin Brownilow puts it in Hollywood: The Pioneers, "District Attorney Matthew Brady, an intensely ambitious man, planned to run for governor. Here was the scandal of the century-an apparent open and shut case." The ambitious Mr. Brady had a very helpful ally in William Randolph Hearst -- the undisputed champion of yellow journalism. Hearst crucified Arbuckle for a higher circulation. Hearst said later that it had "sold more newspapers than any event since the sinking of the Lusitania." The ugliest twist, one many people are unaware of, is that Arbuckle was completely innocent. He was set up by a venal woman named Maude Delmont, known as "Madame Black," a known blackmailer. When Rappe died a few days after the party, from a condition unrelated to the events at the St. Francis Hotel, Delmont gave Fatty Arbuckle's name to the police. After two trials resulted in hung juries, Fatty was acquitted at the third, with a written apology from the jury -- an apology unprecedented in American justice. It was, of course, too little too late. Will Hays, the ex-Postmaster General, had been installed as a kind of overlord-Pope charged with cleaning up the movies for America. As Arbuckle faced his second trial, so Brownilow puts it in his book, Hays went into a sort of metaphorical desert to consult with his conscience ... On April 19, 1922 Will Hays made the first major policy decision of his new job. He banned Roscoe Arbuckle from the screen. Roscoe Arbuckle's career was decimated. The funnyman who'd done handsprings down the steps to introduce himself to Mack Sennet; the fat man who'd two years earlier signed a contract with Adolph Zukor for the astronomical sum of one million dollars a year; the director who'd acted as mentor to his friend Buster Keaton, would never rise again. A scandal fueled entirely by innuendo had been hideously successful. Fatty's time was past. ------- Chapter 10 The gathering was being held at the Garibaldi's home that night, and Vince and Margie, along with Danny and Tessa were greeted warmly by their hostess, Nina Garibaldi, and ushered into the main living room where the others were waiting. Niles Garibaldi acted as bartender and fixed everyone their drink of preference; Nina performed introductions all around then pointed down a corridor, past a huge bay window, toward what she playfully termed, "the playgrounds." Everyone sat down and made small talk while they finished their drinks. Danny used this as an opportunity to examine the participants. Carol and Milford Lambert: Mrs. Lambert did indeed possess a gigantic pair of breasts that were almost spilling out of her low-cut dress. She was also a very attractive woman, with long blonde hair and shapely legs. Her husband, Milford was a short man, but blocky in shape, obviously quite strong, with very large hands. His head was freshly shaven, and he wore an ill fitting sports jacket and a pair of chinos. Danny thought it odd that everyone else was dressed as if going to the theater, while Lambert was extra casual. Cynthia and Ben Armstrong: Cynthia he knew very well already; tonight she wore a tightly fitting knit dark blue dress. Her almost non-existent waist made her hips stand out and in that dress seemed to exaggerate her dimensions to some extent. The dress also drew one's attention to her emerald green eyes and red hair. From there it was a short downward look to her generously proportioned breasts. She had told Danny they were 34 D's and he had not doubted her at all. Ben, her husband, was at least 6" tall, lean and wiry. Danny knew that both Tessa and Margie would be vying for him before the night was over. Noah and Elaine Coulter came under his perusal next. Elaine was a petite brunette, with short hair and large dewy eyes that a man could fall right into if he weren't careful. Her figure was more than adequate, with pert, perky breasts and a behind that jutted out, begging to be rubbed, or more. Her husband, Noah, appeared to be very athletic, and in fact was a formidable tennis player locally. He had a shelf full of trophies at home and added to it with regularity. The final couple were their hosts for the evening, Niles and Nina Garibaldi. Nina was another blonde with her hair pinned up and tied off with a blue ribbon. She was small in the breast department, but had great legs and a lovely ass to compliment her beautiful facial features. Noah, her husband, was a blonde as well, a little overweight, but not decidedly so. He was about 5'8" and Danny thought his suit must have cost at least $4000, or more. It was Tessa who broke through the idle chatter to nervously inquire: "Nina, what exactly is in store for us this evening?" Nina laughed and the others smiled or smirked, knowingly. "Gee, I was wondering..." Nina said gaily, "Well we could start off with a game of truth or dare..." "Or..." Milford Lambert said, "We could get right to the fucking." "Lambert!" Niles Garibaldi protested, "Cut it out! We have guests here this evening." "Fuck them too!" he said and started laughing as if what he'd said was hilariously funny. "Milford, you're not funny," his wife Carol said, having to raise her voice to be heard. "Shut your hole, Carol. I'll tell you when you can talk." "Lambert, that's uncalled for!" Ben Armstrong shouted out. "Try to be civil for once, will you?" "Oh, all right, Ben. Start off however the fuck you want too," Lambert walked over to the corner of the room and sat down. Everyone else was on the opposite side of the room. "I don't like this, or him," Vince whispered to Margie and Danny, who happened to be seated next to him. "Let's give it a chance," Margie said, already wet thinking about the possibility of screwing Ben Armstrong. "Maybe a movie," Nina Garibaldi said hopefully. "Yes, a movie," Elaine Coulter agreed. "We could watch that one with the nurses..." "Yes, by all means, the nurses," Lambert yelled from across the room. "The fucking whore's playing Doctor. They manage to get into every conceivable position imaginable. So let's have at the nurses," he trailed off, unable to think of anything further without being asked to leave. "Um, have you guys played games before?" Elaine asked Margie and Vince. "Some games, obviously not all games," Vince replied while staring directly at Lambert. "Oh ho, someone fancies himself a tough guy," Lambert said with a sneer. "Go fuck yourself!" Vince yelled and rose from his chair. He was quickly restrained by Danny and Ben. Lambert hadn't even flinched when Vince jumped up, and sat there still sneering at him as he was being restrained. "I think you should stick around so you can ask your wife first-hand what it's like to really get laid," Lambert said, as he got to his feet ready to fight. "Lambert, I'd like you to leave," Niles Garibaldi said as he too got to his feet. The two men stood glaring at one another for a long moment, then Lambert turned to his wife and said, "We're not welcome here, we're leaving. C'mon, let's go." Meekly, Carol gathered her things and walked slowly toward the front door. Lambert held it open for her and followed her out; he didn't bother to close it behind him. Niles walked to the door, looked out, nodded and closed the door. "Well then, shall we begin again?" And the party resumed. Noah Coulter asked if anyone had seen the new Swedish movie, Too Amorous for Words. Cynthia and Vince raised their hands. "Oh, good," Noah said, "Let's hear from our guest. Go on, Vince, what did you think of it?" "Err," he began, still flustered from his encounter with Lambert. "Just relax, Vince, be yourself. We're all friends here," Noah said gently, and Vince took a breath and began again. "First of all, I love porn ... I mean good porn. I will say that there isn't all that much of it available, and that's why I wanted to see Too Amorous for Words. Only having seen it, I have to say that it seemed to take an unstated attitude that the Swedish women were sexually free, while implying that their American counterparts could never be so sexually adventurous." Cynthia and Elaine quickly agreed. "Exactly!" Cynthia exclaimed, while Elaine was nodding without speaking. Emboldened, Vince went on, "I don't know how many Swedish women would feel comfortable about screwing in front of other people; whereas American women are growing more comfortable with it almost daily." "Hear, hear!" Noah called out as he placed an arm around Margie's shoulder, drawing a quizzical look from Margie, but no outward rebuke. "Wait a minute," Tessa said, "I doubt any woman here had the nerve to strip in front of others, much less screw, until carefully nurtured into accepting it. I mean, are you going to tell me this group just up and started one night out of the blue?" "This is just what we needed to break the ice with our new guests," Ben said as he put his glass down and went to stand next to Nina Garibaldi. "Tessa, you make a valid point. Our group began slowly, along lines similar to how you and Vince and Margie did. One thing leads to the next and so on." Nina reached out and cupped Ben's ass. "So," she said, "Let me ask our guests this: Have you ever used a love swing?" "A love swing?" Danny said questioningly. "Yes, a sort of harness in which one partner sits while the other can enter from either side," Nina said. "Um, I think I would phrase it differently, Nina," Ben said. "For example, if the woman were in the swing, she could be taken from the front or rear, or both if two men were involved. On the other hand, if a man is in the swing, the woman can suck him from front, or back, for that matter. If she's particularly inventive and makes use of a strap-on, she can sodomize him from behind. In any event, it's quite a bit of fun, even for those standing around watching." "I thought we would be pairing off and going into separate rooms," Margie said. "I had that impression too," Tessa said, joining her friend. Elaine Coulter quickly put in, "Usually that's the case. But tonight we thought we'd try the swing. I understand it's a new acquisition of Nina and Niles. We've been intrigued by their stories of how it's been used recently. Niles spoke up. "We thought that as our newest member's one of you might want to test the swing in our presence. I mean to add to the spice it needn't be husband and wife. Whoever volunteers, and I mean really volunteers, can select their partner from anyone here." "What if a guy is bi and wants another guy who isn't gay, or bi?" Vince asked. Ben fielded his question, saying: "One can always decline any invitation. No one can be compelled to perform with someone they don't want too. That's a primary rule of our little membership." "Um," Niles said, "Perhaps it's time to disrobe." There was a general murmur of agreement and several members began removing their clothing. Within seconds everyone was stripping. Danny glanced at the women suddenly nude, or nearly nude around the room. Nina Garibaldi, casually unpinned her blonde hair, letting it slowly cascade down her shoulders and stood there in just a garter belt and thigh-high black hose. Her breasts were perky, standing straight up, showing one and all she had no need of any bra for support. Danny saw that her pussy was clean shaven when she struck a pose that had to be for his and perhaps Vince's benefit that had her parting her legs and thrusting her pelvis out toward him as she smiled lewdly in his direction. Of course, Danny had already possessed Cynthia, but Vince was looking at her nude body for the first time. Vince was a tit man from the get go, and was stunned by Cynthia's breastworks, which, along with her red hair; her truly red hair, if the patch of red just above her pubis was to be believed, and emerald green eyes, all of which combined to set him drooling and got him an elbow in the ribs from his wife, Margie. The final woman they saw was Elaine, with her short brown hair and pert, perky breasts, which like Nina's had no need of a bra. Her most appealing characteristic was her ass which appeared to extend further out than any woman Danny could recall having seen with petite dimensions. And when Elaine turned directly toward him, Danny saw that her pubic hair had been neatly trimmed into a heart shape, with her labia carefully shaved and in full view. "I'll sit in the swing," Danny said, glancing nervously at his wife, Tessa. "It's all right," she said touching his face. "We're here to experiment. Maybe I'll sit in it when you're done." "That's the sprit!" Ben chirped happily. "Now if Niles will provide instructions on just how to get into this thing without breaking one's neck, we'll get going." Everyone followed Nina and Niles into their basement, which had a full-sized bar and small kitchenette along with several couches and, of course, the swing. The swing was hung in the far corner of the room. There was sufficient room around it for everyone to stand and watch the performers. The black harness was fixed firmly to the ceiling by a hook and hung on a spring above a mattress. The back support and stirrups were made of a soft, inviting fabric. After the initial shock, Margie began to think of the possibilities, all those variations... and her pussy clenched in response. Ever since Vince brought home the Sybian she had perused sexual devices on the internet and she'd been interested in the sex swings found there. Tessa was thinking along similar lines, it seems like the ultimate decadence; something for orgies – something for those who wanted to fuck day and night. I bet Margie has one by next week. She found herself flush and felt guilty for thinking about her good friend that way, but knew Margie was thinking just that and would have Vince shopping for one by the next afternoon. Tessa was also proud of her man for volunteering. She had been about to raise her hand, but was delighted that he had beat her to it. But who will his partner be? It surely won't be Margie or me, she thought. The answer came soon enough as Danny was helped into the swing's harness and with his cock jutting straight out caused several members to chuckle and or giggle. Still tittering with amusement at his generous endowment, Elaine stepped forward, putting herself several feet from the nearest woman, and very close to Danny's lightly swinging body. "He's got a lovely prick," she announced happily, and sank to her knees in front of him, took his erection in her right hand and stroked it slowly as if adjusting to its heft and thickness. Tessa looked on anxiously. Was it possible that this woman or any of the women present would cause Danny to leave her? Suddenly Elaine had stood up, and still clutching his member, proffered her left breast to his mouth. "This one," she said, leaning forward so he could reach it with ease. Danny willingly sucked gently, and then a bit more strongly. A subtle taste became apparent to him then, it was the taste of milk, Elaine was lactating! "That's it, baby! That's it!" she murmured as she held the back of his head, supporting him as he continued drawing the fluid out of her with little sips while her nails were biting into the back of his head and her breath was whistling through her teeth on the inhale and moaning softly on the exhale. He had nothing to compare it with, and went along with her, knowing everyone was watching the flex of her large nipple between his lips. He knew they couldn't see her lactations dripping onto the back of his tongue, or feel the bumps of her areola as he could with the tip of his tongue. It wasn't until Tessa heard Elaine gasp with pleasure and moan, "Oh yeah, baby. Drain them, get it all baby!" That she realized her husband was taking milk from the woman's breast. I can't do that anymore! She realized and fought back a sob of sorrow. Fortunately for Tessa, Elaine chose that moment to pull his head back and break the connection to her nipple and sink back down on her knees again. It didn't take her long to finish him off. With her head rammed between his legs, she engulfed the whole of his appendage. It had taken Tessa a while to master deep-throating Danny. Elaine did it with the first swallow; her trick was the positioning of her neck to permit the greatest penetration and the use of a great deal of saliva. Elaine was nothing if not a great cocksucker. With long gobs of saliva dribbling from her mouth, she removed him from her mouth and carefully ran her tongue up and down his length absorbing the copious amount of saliva still coating his length. Then focusing on the thin membrane at the base of his cockhead, one of the more sensitive areas of his genitalia, Elaine licked with a certainty born of long practice, knowing just the right pace and pressure to bring him to a tumultuous orgasm. Her tongue was a whip of focused pleasure, drawing his consciousness to his onrushing explosion. Danny was writhing against the harness while everyone watched spellbound. Elaine sensed his ejaculation and pulled her head back to show the others the force of his explosion just as he let loose. One rope of jizm followed the other; four long ropes of cum jettisoned from the tip of his cock to land on the floor inches from where Elaine knelt, still manipulating his cock back and forth in order to draw all his sperm to the surface. Not a drop touched her body. "Did any get on her?" Her husband, Noah asked with interest. "No darling, you know I don't allow it to happen," Elaine told him, then turned to the others. "Of course under certain circumstances I do swallow. I like to swallow, especially if I can show it on my tongue to my partner, or other interested spectators." Vince and Noah helped Danny from the swing. Noah turned to Tessa and Margie. "Either of you interested in giving it a whirl?" Margie moved first. Although Tessa was also willing, she was a beat to slow, and so Margie, queen of the Sybian in her own domain, was now to be the first woman other than Nina to test the pleasure swing. Noah was kind enough to request Vince to help getting Margie properly seated in the harness although he did give her right nipple a playful tweak that caused her to shriek with nervous laughter. Her imagination was running riot, afire with erotic energy, for she was a willing slave to intense sensations. The only thing on her mind at the moment was just who would be fucking her. The honor fell to the tall, wiry Ben Armstrong, whom both Margie and Tessa had secretly hoped would partner with them at least once before the night was over. "Oh this is really fun!" she chirped as she tried to get the swing moving. "I like the idea of being so vulnerable, ready for anything, "she giggled. "So Ben, what's it to be?" ------- --Ben walked around behind her and gave the swing a push, sending Margie soaring about four or five feet off the floor with her thighs wide open. Margie's cunt felt hot and exposed, wet and waiting. ------- --Vince had been totally engrossed with Margie until Cynthia Armstrong moved next to him and rubbed his nipple with a fingernail. "They made a nice looking couple don't they?" she whispered in his ear. Vince glanced at her generous breasts and let a hand slide along her flank. "I'd say we're just as handsome a couple." "Oh, you say the nicest things. Want me to suck you a little?" "How could I possibly turn you down? It is Cynthia, isn't it?" But she was already lowering her mouth to his pulsing cock. ------- Tessa found she was incredibly turned on, and turned to Danny and gave him a long, lingering kiss. "I love it," she whispered into his ear. "I'd love to get you up there," he told her after the kiss ended. "Maybe later," she said then kissed him again. ------- Ben stepped back and took time to admire Margie. She looked so radiantly fuckable trussed there before him. Her nipples were huge and erect. Her labia were pulsing with blood, flowering open and ready, and her clit was hard, already out of its hiding place and obvious to even the casual observer as it pointed upward. Ben's cock stood to attention, saluting her pure fuckability as he adjusted the harness so it dropped close to the floor. He lay on his back beneath her, his head between her legs, and proceeded to taste her dripping liquid, carefully running his tongue up and down her slit, tracing the tip along every fold before focusing on the glorious bud at the top. He licked her feveredly, knowing just the right pace and pressure to bring her to orgasm. It didn't take long. Margie was rolling her eyes as he brought her to the first orgasm. "Good, baby?" Ben asked, licking his lips and smiling. She gave him a weak smile as he crawled out from under her and adjusted the swing to waist height. ------- The hungry slurping sounds of Cynthia's mouth on Vince's cock spread throughout the room. The others turned from watching Ben and Margie to watch them. ------- Margie convulsed again, made a muffled sound as Ben shoved his cock into her sodden cunt. "Oh fuck yeah!" she gasped, as the crowd turned back to the swing and cheered. ------- Noah Coulter ran his fingertips lightly over the exposed tops of Nina Garibaldi's perky breasts then reached down and put his hand firmly over her cunt as she reached back and pinched his nipple. ------- Elaine Coulter sidled up to Danny and Tessa. "Mind if I join you guys?" "Not at all," Tessa said, speaking for both her husband and herself. "You want to go next?" she whispered to Tessa. "Maybe," Tessa replied haltingly. She did want to get into that harness, hoping Vince would have at her. "Sure you do," Elaine breathed in her ear. "You want all those fantasies to come true." Tessa whirled to face Elaine. "Maybe I do," she replied; wondering if this woman had an ulterior motive. Danny was smart enough to remain passive as the woman who had blown him sparred with his wife over who would fuck Tessa while she rode the swing. "I can make those fantasies come to life, Tessa," Elaine purred and Tessa's cunt throbbed at her words. ------- The group barely heard Vince's shuddering grunt as he came in Cynthia's mouth. ------- Ben gripped Maggie's hips as he hammered into her. It was as if Maggie were weightless, a glorious suspension of woman, impaled on his hard member as though it were an obscene fulcrum. He began to fuck her, slowly and deliberately, his eyes drawn to the vision of his cock sliding in and out of her cunt, slick with the juices of her pleasure. As his speed increased, the swing gained momentum, almost like a pendulum, bouncing her with increasing force onto his manhood, eliciting moans from them both. Maggie reached down and began to rub her clit. The need for orgasm was growing in her again. Being fucked like this was incredible. She enjoyed the feeling of powerlessness, of being a trussed toy, open and available for penetration, with no control over her own movements. Ben was in charge here, and she liked it. Again, she felt like some kind of hedonistic pervert, the kind who abandons herself to sex with little heed to consequence or logic. Pleasure was the only rule, and she welcomed it. She felt her orgasm swell, demanding for release. Carefully she held off, her eyes on Ben's face, waiting. He had his eyes closed, lost in the sensuality of it. A little furrow worried his brow, and he was half biting his lip, steadily increasing his rhythm, thrusting deeper and deeper into her; tempo building to what amounted to pure frenzy. At last his climax arrived, and Margie let her own barriers down, rubbing her clit furiously as he slammed into her cunt. She came, perhaps a few seconds after him, her pussy clenching around him, hugging him, welcoming him. It was as if he were moving in slow-motion as he pulled out of her with a soft pop, and collapsed to the floor while Margie hung limp on the swing. "Best fuck ... ever..." she said between heaving breaths, as Vince reached her side. ------- Tessa was next in the swing. It was agreed she would be taken by two men, Noah and Danny. Danny was fucking her from the front, while Noah was taking her anally. With the swing this was an easy thing to manage, and in no time at all, with her rectum well lubricated, both men were steaming in and out of both her holes. In no time at all Tessa was coated in sweat. Elaine had wormed her way into the picture, twisting Tessa's nipples in turn and adding to Tessa's overall pleasure. Suddenly Tessa screamed, her body jerking against the straps holding her in place. "What happened?" Danny yelled with genuine concern. "I'm coming like crazy!" she said looking at her husband with a dazed and decidedly weak expression. Drops of sweat were freely running down her torso. Noah never stopped his methodical fucking of her backdoor. And after a moment to assure himself she was all right, Danny resumed fucking her from the front. ------- Cynthia handed Vince an already opened beer and made space for him to join her on the couch beside his wife, Margie. "Take a gander at your wife's nipples," Cynthia husked in his ear. He did. They were rigid, fully engorged. Margie saw him gawking and tried to cover up her sudden embarrassment by gulping beer, and nearly choked. "I ... I..." she started to say. Cynthia reached across Vince to pat her on the back. "Don't worry, we're all friends ... well, you can certainly see that." "You, um, do this at every party?" Vince tried to ask casually, after getting comfortable between the two women. "Oh, no, this is a first," Cynthia laughed. "Normally we pair off; sometimes we pick a name from a hat. Sometimes we just ask someone to take us into a bedroom. And while that's fine, a little diversity seems to be a good thing for everyone." "Tessa's sure getting diversified," Vince said as he tried to cover his latest erection. "Vince," his wife said, "Try to contain your lust." "Oh let him be," Cynthia chirped. "We all want to get laid here. It's not a problem to see your man get hard watching, or lusting after someone else." "You want to fuck him?" Margie shot back, "Go on, do it!" "Oh, c'mon, Margie," Cynthia said trying to calm her down. "It's why we're here. You certainly seemed to enjoy your time in the swing..." "And you certainly liked sucking my man's dick!" Margie said, raising her voice several decibels. Several heads turned their way, including Danny's; who was still pumping his meat into Tessa. "That's enough for me," Cynthia said and stood up. "Keep him, there are other men around whose wives won't mind if I have some fun with them." That said she walked across the room to where her husband, Ben was caressing Elaine Coulter. "You know," Vince said sarcastically, "It was her husband you screwed while riding the swing." "Tough shit! I want to leave, Vince. I don't like these people. Tell Danny I want to leave." "He's kind of busy right now, hon; you can see for yourself." Margie forced herself to glance over at the swing. Tessa was being pinned from front and back. Margie felt a twinge of envy as she wished it were her back in the harness getting pronged from two directions. "All she needs is a dick in her mouth to have all her holes covered, ' she said, regretting her words before they left her mouth. "Margie!" Vince said harshly, "she's your best friend for God's sake!" "Call a cab for us. I can't stay here another minute!" She stood up and went to the corner of the room where everyone had left their clothing, found hers and started dressing. The Garibaldi's the night's host and hostess, approached her and Vince, who had joined his wife in searching for his clothing. "What's wrong?" Niles asked. "She's upset," Vince offered lamely. "Margie ... would you care to tell me what's wrong?" Nina inquired tactfully. "That slut's trying to steal my husband!" Maggie replied hotly. The Garibaldi's knew exactly who the 'slut' was and attempted to dissuade Margie from leaving, but she was adamant. The Garibaldi's remained at their side as Vince phoned for a cab, and when it pulled up to the door, apologized for any misunderstanding that may have led to their feeling they had to leave. "Not your fault," Vince said, and shook Niles hand then kissed Nina on the cheek. I had a great time. I thought she was too, but I was wrong. I'm sorry if we spoiled your evening. Again, it wasn't anything you guys did." Tessa and Danny watched their friends leave, but continued their copulating activities with Noah still driving his member into her ass. ------- Niles and Nina went into a prearranged emergency mode. Niles had Elaine sit in an armchair that he pulled into the center of the room. Nina left the room briefly returning with a new vibrator that had 'special' qualities the others apparently lacked. The vibrator had a long, curved base from which a butt plug sprang at one end, and a 7" dildo and French tickler at the other. The whole thing was scarlet, and covered with little nodules. Nina waved it in the air, saying, "We haven't had time to try it out, so Elaine will be the first." "I'm honored," Elaine giggled. "Look here, Elaine, it's got different controls for the anal, vaginal and clitoral bits, but you can just turn that knob and run them all together." "I'm not doing that!" Elaine said in an unexpectedly squeaky voice, but she did turn on the vaginal switch and inserted it into her cunt. "Ohhh ... it has a nice feeling!" "Niles," his wife said in a ragged voice. "Get your fucking cock over here now!" Nina's husband quickly rose from where he'd been sitting and presented his sumptuously fat cock to Elaine's waiting mouth. Her hungry slurping sounds spread throughout the room, and almost without her knowing what was happening, Elaine surrendered control of the vibrator to Nina. ------- Noah and Danny unsheathed themselves from Tessa's ass and cunt respectfully. Tessa slumped forward in the swing's harness, too spent to move on her own. Once they caught their breath, the two men helped her out of the swing's apparatus. Anyone caring to look her way would have seen semen trickling from both her cunt and asshole. When she was able to stand on her own, Tessa went directly to the bathroom to wipe her privates off. Danny and Noah settled down on the couch to watch as Elaine was put through her paces by the others. Niles shouted out, "New rules! Elaine can't cum until everyone in the room has had a go at her with the new toy." The men cheered while Elaine protested, but not seriously. Ben Armstrong took command of the vibrator's controls and did something that had Elaine convulsing immediately. Nina wrested the controls from him, rebuking him for nearly getting her off too soon. Cynthia was next to handle the vibrator, and soon had Elaine begging her to: "Make me cum!" in a ragged, pleading voice. Noah and Nina followed Cynthia, inserting it anally and vaginally while stimulating Elaine slowly and quickly, but always bringing her close to orgasm, but not quite all the way there. During this time, Niles kept his cock within reach of Elaine's mouth. She tried to keep him in her mouth, but with the varied sensations generated by the vibrator, couldn't do it. Tessa was the last one to handle the controls and after several minutes, Nina whispered in her ear that she had the honor of finishing Elaine off. A strange smile crossed Tessa's face then, and she turned to her husband and said: "I get to finish her off!" There was a chorus of cheers, and a wet whining sound from Elaine who had Nile's cock embedded in her throat. Ben Armstrong slipped behind Tessa and cupping and massaging her breasts as she began operating the vibrator; ramping its speed up slowly until Elaine expelled Nile's cock from her mouth, took a deep breath and then began to squeal like a stuck pig. Tessa backed off, only to increase speed a moment later. Elaine began to plead for her to get her off. Her entire body weight was pressing her down on the shaft of the vibrator; at this point Elaine was unable to move her legs or hips more than a couple inches one way or the other. This served to intensify everything; every pulse of the vibrator was magnified ten-fold and Elaine began her orgasm. Nina leaped forward and began rubbing Elaine's clit, helping her along as she rutted against the vibrator and mumbled incoherently as her long sought orgasm crashed down on her. After Elaine recovered from her spectacular climax, everyone sat back with a fresh drink and talked about who would like to do what with whom. "Anything in particular you'd like?" Nina, ever the helpful hostess asked of Tessa. Tessa looked at Nina for a second as if decoding her words then replied, "Yes, give me," she said in a ragged voice, "a couple nice cocks to suck on!" Ben was the first to volunteer. Suddenly he was right there, his indolent cock looming in front of Tessa's face. "Hi there, looking for a lollipop?" "Mmmm," she sighed, looking a little like a fish as she pushed her lips forward to kiss his tip. The smell on his cock was intoxicating to Tessa. She opened her mouth and he fed his length into it an inch at a time until she gagged. He paused, and asked, "Are you all right?" "Mmmm," she replied, and he resumed pushing his cock inward, until she had swallowed all of him and her nose was squashed against his belly. "You go, girl!" Cynthia whooped, appreciating the fact that Tessa had deep-throated her husband. Then Ben pulled out and started fucking Tessa's face. "Christ, she gives good head!" he shouted as Tessa worked over his cock. Perhaps a minute passed then Tessa was vaguely aware of a woman squatting beside her. "That's so fucking hot. Would you mind sharing?" Cynthia, Ben's wife inquired innocently. "Doesn't bother me, Tessa replied as she shook his cock. Cynthia turned to her husband, "Any objections darling?" "Nope, the more the merrier, he grinned." Tessa held him out to his wife, "Go on," she said, "you know you want to." Cynthia smiled at Tessa then looked at her husband before leaning over and taking him into her mouth. A stifled moan escaped her as she took him deeper before pulling off of him and offering him back to Tessa. Tessa laughed, "It's good to share, isn't it?" "Mmm, yeah!" Tessa cupped his balls and licked his cockhead before sucking into her mouth, popping his out and handing him back to Cynthia. Cynthia's head bobbed rapidly up and down, causing Ben to moan gratefully, "Oh, that's so good!" Then Tessa took a turn, emulating what her counterpart had just done with Ben, causing him to groan, "I'm going to come soon." "That won't do, sweetie!" Cynthia groused, and slapped his cock hard with the flat of her palm. Ben almost lost his erection from the blow. "Let's drag his sorry ass over to the couch. We'll both do him and each other, "Cynthia said. Ben was more than willing to move on his own and a moment later, with the others calling out various scatological comments, Cynthia lay prone on the couch with Tessa on top of her and Ben found himself kneeling behind Tessa. "Fuck her, sweetie!" Cynthia commanded Ben; and to Tessa she barked, "You can eat me, baby, I bet your great at it." Tessa couldn't resist going down on her, licking her wet slit, taking her clit between her teeth and worrying it until Cynthia screamed with joy. Then Ben drove his cock into Tessa's cunt and she was moaning with pleasure herself. But she was to learn quickly that Cynthia had even more in store for her as the other woman jammed a finger into Tessa's pussy just as Ben's cock rammed into her, creating a different sensation that expected. Moaning into Cynthia's cunt, Tessa pushed her ass back at Ben, who quickly established a rhythm that worked for all concerned. Cynthia squirmed around as she held Tessa's head tight against her pussy, making sure that maximum contact with her wasn't broken. Tessa came first. Several seconds later, Cynthia moaned and followed suit. Even as their respective orgasms were diminishing, they resumed taking turns sucking Ben's cock. "I want you to cum on our faces," Cynthia said." Ben was close at this point and stood in front of both women, stroking his member as he aimed it at his wife's face. Tessa placed her head next to Cynthia's and waited. "Fuck, I'm going to cover you both in such a big load," Ben groaned as he stroked at a faster pace, staring at the two women waiting for him to spray his load over their faces. "UGH, here it comes! He said, spraying the first rope over Cynthia's nose. Turning his hips slightly he directed the second line onto Tessa's cheek. Ben sat back on his haunches and watched his cum run down their faces. "Fuck that was good," he said. Tessa used a finger to scoop his sperm into her mouth. "Hmmm, you taste as good as I thought you would." Cynthia copied Tessa's actions, and cleaned both their faces. "Well that was fun wasn't it?" she said. Tessa looked her over then said, "Oh, you missed a bit," and plucked a stray gob up with a finger then fed it into Cynthia's waiting mouth. "Is there any more?" she inquired after releasing the finger from her mouth. "Nope, you've got it all now," Tessa replied. When Tessa refocused on those near her, she saw Danny stroking his cock several feet away. "Fuck her, Danny!" she hissed, "Fuck her nine ways from Sunday!" Danny didn't need telling twice, and standing alongside the trio, he pulled Cynthia over so that she sat on the end cushion and raised her legs up to her shoulders before pushing his resurgent prick fully into her with the first thrust. Cynthia howled in appreciation and grabbed a pillow to cover her face so as to muffle her screams. Tessa climbed back onto the couch and after pulling the pillow away from Cynthia's face, straddled her. Cynthia never hesitated, but took a ripe nipple into her mouth and chewed on it while Tessa moaned enthusiastically. Her position on the couch made her pussy a target that Danny couldn't miss and after several more thrusts into Cynthia, he made a slight adjustment and sent himself into Tessa. He discovered that he could now move easily between the two holes at his disposal and began alternating every third stroke. "Christ, I'm gonna cum!" He croaked a minute later. "Cum on us!" Cynthia yelped, as first she and then Tessa scrambled out from under him to await his ejaculate. Dutifully, Danny sprayed both women; Tessa mostly on her breasts, while Cynthia managed to get some on her tongue and some across the bridge of her nose. And, as Danny slumped away to crouch nearby; Cynthia lay back down on the couch and spread her legs for Tessa who buried her face in the other's twat. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Cynthia exclaimed as Tessa attacked her pussy. "Oh, yeah ... fuck, fuck, fuck!" Eventually, Tessa lifted her pussy juice covered face to ask, "How was that?" Cynthia had a shocked look on her face. "I..." she managed before Tessa was back between her legs slurping nosily while she squeezed one of Cynthia's big boobs with a free hand. Cynthia's climax hit her hard, but Tessa was adamant and kept licking and sucking on her, wring several extraordinary climaxes from her before she stopped. Finally her face ruddy and wet, Tessa sat up, "Well," she said, "that was fun, thank you. I think I've had enough for tonight." She saw her husband sitting across the room, smiling at her, but in a very flaccid state and laughed as she pointed at him. "He's ready to leave too." They thanked their host and hostess as they dressed, and by the time they were ready to walk out the door, the others were starting to dress as well. ------- Chapter 11 Monday afternoon Tessa ran into Margie when picking up her son Win. Tessa: "Forgive me asking, but what the hell happened with you and Vince the other night?" Margie: "I'm still asking myself the same question, Tessa. I keep coming back to that damn swing." Tessa: "What about the swing?" Margie: "You know me and my Sybian ... the swing offered so many different variations." Tessa: "I can agree with you on that," she said, recalling the double penetration she'd experienced. "I remember thinking that you and Vince would have bought one by next week." Both women laughed at that and Margie nodded, "It has come up already. Vince is researching them. It seems there are lots to choose from." Then Margie grew serious. "Look the kids will be here in a minute or so, but Tess, my emotions are on a roller coaster right now. I mean like last night, one minute I loved Vince and the next I wanted to kill him. I realize now that my fury was out of proportion to what had just happened, but at that moment I had to get out of there or I'd have done something we'd all regret. "Once we were in the car and moving, I felt more in control and immediately calmed down. Vince on the other hand got extremely pissed. My hissy fit had denied him a chance to screw several women while I on the other hand had gotten very well laid, thank you very much." "Well," Tessa said, "I understand if a relationship is good it's worth fighting for ... I mean, I thought men were more jealous than women, but I may be wrong." "How are they more jealous?" "Um, they have to know who their children are for one." "Yeah, and wives tend to be considered personal property for another," Margie added. "True," Tessa agreed. "In a woman's eyes, men have alternatives and mobility. I think women are inclined to wait for sex. Without a man, a woman is passive and paralyzed, unless she chooses another woman, but that takes us in another direction." "Does it?" "Yes, let's stay focused, Margie. Men are the less jealous because a woman is passive and paralyzed. However, they either keep a woman on a pedestal or in the gutter in order to diminish their power over men." "You seem to know a great deal about the subject," Margie said caustically. "Hey, I graduated college. I learned a few things," Tessa laughed. "Throughout history, the sexual infidelity of women has been punished far more harshly than that of men. A man is cuckolded; a woman is unfortunate. The wife's infidelity strikes at the husband's honor and humiliates him. His infidelities, however much it hurts the wife, need not humiliate or dishonor her; it reflects on him rather than her, whereas hers reflects on him. "So a man has more to lose from his mate's infidelity than the woman does. And so, law and custom protect him more; i.e., the famous, double standard. "Did you know that recent studies reveal that 54% of married women have committed adultery?" "What, I can't believe the number is that high?" Tessa laughed. "Believe it. Ever since the pill things have changed dramatically. I mean, besides the obvious, there's an article I read recently that said a conflict is brewing over the assumptions we make with regard to women's fidelity that will breed more jealousy than ever before. The um, presumption being that the act of adultery leaves women confused and guilty." "What?" Margie blurted. "It's not jealousy ... its envy." "You make a valid point, Marge, we tend to think of jealousy in sexual terms ... but others have compared envy and jealousy as: Envy being a two-party transaction; while jealousy entails three. For example: we envy a good another person has. While we are jealous of a rival who threatens to take away something we love." "I don't know ... I think you lost me there," Margie said, looking around to see if the kids were headed their way. They weren't, and she turned back to Tessa. "So Marge, do you feel its okay to come onto a guy but get pissed when Vince looks at another woman?" Margie's eyes teared up. "Oh for Christ's sake, here I go again. I tell you, Tessa, I've been feeling so insecure lately," Margie admitted. "I wanted to become the kind of woman he wanted, you know ... so we swapped with you and Danny. That seemed okay, because you and me and how we ... well, you know. I figured Vince was sure of himself, but he isn't. But by the time I discovered it, I was making myself something I wasn't. I was humiliated when he started in with those other women. My jealousy thermometer went ballistic." Tabby and win came running out the school doors leading the pack, and ran straight to their mother's arms, thereby ending the conversation. ------- "So what the fuck happened with you guys?" Danny asked the moment the opportunity presented itself. "Beats the shit outta me," Vince responded. "I was sitting on the couch getting ready to bang Cynthia. You may have seen us, I don't know. I mean, you were banging Tessa ... you and the other guy ... she was riding the swing and all." "I recall Margie was right there with you and Cynthia, but that's all. I had other things on my mind." "Me too, that's why Margie caught me off-guard like she did. I mean, we were out of there half dressed. Hardly had a chance to tell anyone we were leaving." "How is she now?" Danny asked hoping that the relationship between the two couples remained intact. "Seems better, I mean, she's talking to me; but not about the party. I take it a day at a time, you know?" "Yeah ... well if I can help, or if maybe a call from Tessa might make things smoother, let either of us know. We love you guys and don't want to damage our relationship." "Thanks, Danny. I'll be sure to pass it on to Margie." ------- Two days later, Margie was at the tennis club, working on her serve when she was approached by Carol Lambert. Carol asked if she wanted to play a set, just for practice, nothing serious, and Margie agreed. After the match, Carol suggested they go out to dinner that night. "Milford has a member ship at the Trinity Manor. We just joined; tonight will be our first time dining there. We'd love it if you and Vince could join us; our treat, of course." "I ... I don't know," Margie said, thinking of how she had felt repelled by Carol's husband and his large hands and shaven head on meeting him at the party. But Carol was determined to win her and Vince over and kept at Margie until she relented. But I have to ask Vince if his calendar is clear. We'll need a sitter, and ... well, you understand how these things work." Carol suggested she call Vince then and there, and backed into a corner, Margie did. Vince was delighted that Margie was back socializing again, but confused as to whom she was asking him to go out with. "The Lambert's?" was all he said. "Yes," Margie said, not wanting to say more than necessary. "Can you arrange with Mom to sit for Tabby? It might work better if you ask if Tabby can stay the night. That way if we get home late we won't be disturbing Mom or Tabby." "Yeah, I can do that ... But why... ?" Margie hung up before he could fully ask his question about the Lambert's that she knew was coming. Carol made a quick call to her husband, nodded twice and hung up. "Dinner's booked for 7:30. Can you meet us at the Manor?" "Of course, what are you wearing?" "Most likely I'll wear a black cocktail dress. Most women wear black to the Manor. Men tend toward dark suits, or if they want to overdress, tuxedos." The women left the tennis club shortly thereafter, and driving home Margie's doubts returned. What the hell am I doing? I left the party in a huff, obviously jealous of how they were going after Vince, and now here I am about to venture into the fucking lion's den with that uncouth bastard, Milford Lambert. Carol's nice ... and Vince will love her and her tits, but that means I'm stuck with Lambert and his giant-sized hands. Suddenly Margie was laughing and had to fight for control, fearing she'd do something stupid and cause an accident. Did I say his giant-sized hands; as in big hands, big dick? Oh, my God, I'm fucking hopeless. And she was laughing again, wondering what his cock looked like. And that's all she could think off the rest of the way home ... a hard ... long ... thick ... dark cock. Her pussy was throbbing as she pulled into the garage and she hiked up her skirt and masturbated after turning the ignition off and lowering the garage door. ------- Margie found that Vince had driven their daughter over to her mother's when she entered the house. She was coming out of the shower when Vince returned. "Mind my asking, what the fuck's going on? You hung up on me when I asked about the Lambert's. I mean, the Lambert's?" "Take it easy, Vince," she said, "Carol's a decent enough person." "But it's HIS club we're going to. And it's HIS money paying for it. And it's MY wife he wants to fuck!" "Vince! Don't even suggest it! We don't know that ... it's just an invitation to dinner." But Margie certainly knew there was more to it than dinner. And when Vince calmed down a moment later, Margie grew confused again, recalling Tessa's conversation about envy and jealousy. While Vince showered and shaved, Margie selected a black matching bra-and-panty set, applied a light dusting of make-up and a layer of red nail varnish. Once the nail varnish had dried, she rolled very sheer black thigh-highs up her legs. Margie admired herself in the mirror and felt a slight thrill at the contrast of the exposed skin of her thighs between the thigh-highs and her black thong. She smiled into the mirror and felt she looked very sexy. Applying a last touch of lipstick, it occurred to her that Carol would undoubtedly be dressed very nicely too. Vince will probably be drooling over her tits in no time at all, she told herself, and smiled. It was a completely different woman looking back at her from the other evening. Margie didn't give it a second thought. ------- As the Morgan's pulled alongside the Valet station at the Manor, Margie spotted Carol and Milford getting out of their car. Margie gave Carol an approving look; she wore a simple black dress with spaghetti straps over her shoulders. The dress barely contained her jiggling breasts as she leaned forward to get out of the convertible. Both Vince and Margie were so distracted by Carol's cleavage that they didn't notice Milford approaching the car and opening her door for Margie. She glanced his way on hearing the sound of the door opening, saw him smiling, or better yet, leering at her. "Hi Margie, I'm so pleased you could be with us this evening," he said unctuously, while his eyes stripped the black dress from her body. Margie swung her legs out, hoping he would avert his eyes as he offered his hand to help her out of the car. Milford being Milford, did no such thing, and was rewarded with a wonderful crotch shot of her thong clad pussy. Thank god I didn't go Commando, she thought as she flushed with embarrassment. "Thank god for chivalry," she said with a forced smile and released his hand and brushed a hand over her dress to straighten it. .Margie couldn't help but stare at his hands, God, they are huge she admitted, and then forced herself to examine the rest of him. Lambert was dressed in a dark blue suit with just the narrowest lines running through it, almost indiscernible to the human eye. It must have set him back four or five thousand dollars, Margie thought as Lambert tendered his arm to her and walked her into the Manor. Vince, of course made straight for Carol, complemented her on her dress, ogled her breasts just long enough to avoid being called on it, and escorted her into the restaurant behind his wife and Lambert. Once inside the women exchanged hugs and air kisses, complemented each other on their outfits and were seated at a table set off by itself in a darkened corner. Drinks were ordered and menus studied. A waiter took their orders and Lambert told a clean joke, surprising both Margie and Vince. Vince expressed his appreciation of the Manor's elegance and Lambert was moved to give them both a short history of the place, which meant next to nothing to the Morgan's. Margie wasn't sure when it happened, but as the second round of drinks arrived along with the starters, she suddenly realized that her husband's right hand was no longer on the table. A moment later she could have sworn Carol moaned, but decided that she was imagining things. "A penny for your thoughts," Milford said to Margie, bringing her back to the moment. "Sorry, what was that?" she replied. He laughed and leaned towards her. His breath was slightly sour and she briefly wondered what he'd had to eat before coming to the manor. She glanced at Carol whose chest was heaving slightly. What the hell does Vince think he's doing? Her thoughts were interrupted as Lambert's hand moved across the space between them and covered hers. Margie almost jerked her hand away, but managed to leave it in place. Lambert was saying something. Margie knew this with a certainly that couldn't be denied, and yet she couldn't hear anything. She saw both Carol and Vince nod and reply to whatever it was Milford was saying. But her entire being was fixated on the tiny circles he was drawing on the back of her hand; circles that alternated with strokes, so light was his touch she likened it to his breathing on her skin. She felt herself growing wet. Her nipples hardened. He's only touching my hand! But Margie knew it was the way he was touching her. It was exactly the same way she touched herself, but not the back of her hand. She stared dumbly at his hand on hers, not seeing it, feeling it, feeling the rising pulse in her pussy; feeling the tingle in the tips of her nipples that coursed directly to her clit. Finally she heard his voice. "You seem distracted by something," he said, taking his hand off hers and picking up his drink. "Yes ... I ... just daydreaming I guess," and to save herself further embarrassment she too picked up her drink and consumed more than half of it. "It's good to daydream," Milford said and placed his overly large hand on her thigh. Margie immediately covered it with her own, pressing firmly to prevent any further progress. When she thought he'd gotten the message Margie eased the pressure and his hand stayed where it was. She was a little uncomfortable with his familiarity but decided not to make an issue of it. Then there was the unmistakable sound of a moan from Carol. Margie connected it with the sound she'd heard earlier, and looked at Carol's face, found it flushed with excitement. She glanced at her husband; he was looking at Lambert with a sick smile on his face. Lambert had a lewd grin on his. Margie, with some effort, lifted Lambert's hand from her thigh. After a brief pause, she said, "Carol I'm going to powder my nose. Would you like to join me?" A moment later, Carol eased her chair back and stood up. Vince's hand reappeared and scratched his ear lobe. As they entered the ladies room, Margie said, "What the fuck is going on, Carol?" "I ... I didn't expect it to start so soon." "Start ... what are you? Oh!" Suddenly everything made sense to Margie. Carol lit a cigarette and began talking. Margie listened. "They say that college is the place you go to discover who you are. To experiment with life to see what you like, what you don't, your tastes, your desires, what you have a flair for or just an inclination for. Well, let me tell you it's mostly bullshit. "I did plenty of experimenting. I expect you did some too, we all do. Drugs weren't my thing; pushed everything to the limits ... I was young and I was stupid, and I experimented a lot. But I had to actually know from experience before I could actually say, "I don't like such and such" or "I really love it when this happens". But then again, that is how I discovered I truly loved sex. Not just sex; I liked it rough; I liked costumes and bondage. The kinkier things were the better. I liked the toys and boys and then the men. Oh, the men and their strength; with their morning woodies and their stubble, and big hands." Carol looked directly at Margie and repeated the last again. "And their big, big hands, know what I mean, Margie?" "Mmm, I think so," Margie replied quietly. Carol smiled, "Sure you do. Ahhh, what can I say? I like it hard and rough. Oral, anal, anything you know? Nipple clamps, needles I have rings in my labia and my clitoris. Nothing facial ... he didn't want that. By him, I mean Milford. But I covered a lot of ground before we met. I really did. I didn't keep count, but I must have fucked a couple hundred guys by the time I graduated. I was the campus cunt, or one of them. There were certainly others like myself out there. "At that point in my life, it was all about sexual discovery. I wanted sex. I wanted to discover the fun of sex. I wanted to fight then have make-up sex. I wanted to be tied up and be used. I wanted to get on my knees and have his hands in my hair pulling me harder onto his cock. I wanted him to come upon me in the kitchen, just growl in my ear and tear my pants from me; push me over the table and take me. AND this was just some of what I wanted him to do to me. And then? And then what I wanted to do to the man occupying my bed was a whole different story. But very rarely did I have a guy occupy my bed who gave me what I wanted. "Oh, but you want to know what the fuck was going on with your hubby and me back there, don't you?" "I think I have an idea," Margie said effortlessly. "Do you?" "Yes, I do. Ever since he saw you at the party he's wanted you. But you left," Margie said, instantly regretting it. "We were requested to leave. Niles felt Milford was making a bad impression on you and what's her name?" "Tessa," Margie said numbly. "Yeah, Tessa. He wanted her too. He wants every woman he sees. He told me what to do and I did it. When we sat down I placed my hand on Vince's lap, found his cock and rubbed it. It wasn't long before he had his hand under the table caressing my thigh." Margie thought she saw a sparkle in Carol's eye as she described in minute detail what had gone on between her and Vince at the table. "You must have heard my moan when his finger reached my cunt," she paused to look at Margie before continuing. "You don't mind my using that term do you? I mean, I prefer it to pussy, snatch, or twat." Margie shrugged her shoulders, not really caring. Carol went on, "Cunt has a sort of distinctive primitivism about it. It reeks of sex; the others don't for one reason or another." "Is this an essay, Carol? I mean quit talking about your ... cunt, or whatever you want to call it. Get to the point!" "We want to swap with you two," Carol said abruptly. "We k now that," Margie replied. "The thing is ... your husband..." "Is repulsive, or worse, right?" "Absolutely. Why on earth would I be interested in having sex with him? I can understand my husband's wanting to fuck you, you're beautiful and highly desirable, but to let your man pimp you off in order to have me, well I find it both offensive as well as abhorrent." "Not if you think of sex the way I believe you do," Carol said slowly, drawing out each word. "WHAT!" Margie gasped. "Oh, yes, without a doubt," Carol said with a hint of a smile. "You've some nerve to say that!" Margie croaked, as her face turned red. "Milford can take you to sexual places you've never been to before," Carol said calmly. Your husband lacks the imagination he has. I know he's nothing to look at, but think back to all those fairy tales you heard when you were little. Rumplestiltskin, Beauty and the Beast, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, the Trolls ... shall I go on?" "And your point is?" "Our whole history of folklore is filled with these stories. Why would women throughout time become fixated on the theme unless..." "Unless what?" Margie asked heatedly. "Come on, Margie, you know ... it has to do with great sex. The forbidden ... the nirvana of pleasure. Nothing was said for a full minute. Then Margie broke the silence. "Maybe what you say is true, but why did the other members gang up on him the other night?' "That's easy. The husbands are jealous of Milford. He represents a threat to their sexual prowess. Think about it, the women weren't complaining. It's all about free will. Oh, the first time might have taken some by surprise. After all, they would have been reluctant to go off with him. But when asked to partner with him a second time, they all, and I emphasize "all" went off with him willingly enough. And when pressed by their husbands later, they admitted the attraction to him was something their own man couldn't compete with." Margie nodded in understanding. "Vince can accept that, after all he's getting you in return. But how will he feel after I've been with your husband?" "I'm very good in the sack, Margie," Carol said with the confidence her statement required. "As am I, Carol," Margie replied coolly. "We'd better get back to them." "Will you go along with us?" Carol asked, knowing the answer. "I think so," Margie said. "All right. For the remainder of the meal, you pay attention to Vince and I'll humor Milford. Before we leave we'll come back to the ladies and I'll explain everything." "Okay," Margie said, "I'll play along." With that they returned to the table. Margie wasn't sure, but thought there was some signal between the Lambert's, telling him that Margie was agreeable to their proposal. She knew for a certainty that she had seen correctly moments after sitting down when Carol offhandedly said that the loose top on Margie's dress was doing fabulous things for her nipples. Margie wasn't sure if her face went crimson or pink as she covered her face with her hands. Vince, thinking he was being helpful, said "Margie's always had great nipples. She should be proud of them, not embarrassed over them." "Vince," Margie said quietly, "Shut the fuck up!" She glanced down at her chest and saw two rigid tuning knobs staring straight back at her. She cleared her throat, and felt the evidence of her own sexuality flip her straight back into self-confidence. "I like my nipples," she said defiantly, rolling her shoulders back a little to pull the blouse tighter over her breasts, "And so does everyone else, by the looks of it." To her surprise, Milford addressed them all and said, "If I may, I'd like to offer my assessment of Mrs. Morgan as I see her. "By all means," Vince said politely. Margie wanted to kill him at that moment. "I'd venture to say that our little Margie is comfortable with nudity, exhibitionism, and sexual excitement, and most likely bi-sexual. Her breasts are unenhanced and she is blessed with as fine an ass as a woman would want." "Um," Margie said, "you're getting carried away here, Milford." "No, not at all, Margie. I'm stating the obvious. You display your body at every opportunity; you probably love going commando, and get wet on walking into a room when your uncapped breasts make heads turn. Vince was grinning at her. Margie couldn't believe how accurate Lambert was; he was actually making her wet, but she wanted him to stop because the people at nearby tables could hear him, and were staring intently at her. Milford, non-plussed by Margie's comment continued. "I'm not sure if you have, but I'd bet a week's salary you want to have sex with a black man. In fact, you fantasize having sex with women, older men and younger men. You enjoy being watched; for that matter you're getting wet right now knowing that couple at the next table can hear what I'm saying about you." "I won't dignify those comments with a response, Mr. Lambert. Vince, get the check, we're leaving. Goodnight, Carol ... Mr. Lambert!" "No need, Vince," Lambert said. "The check's already taken care of. If you want to continue the conversation, follow me back to our place. It's only ten minutes from here." "You don't think I'd..." Margie began only to be interrupted by Lambert. "I have no idea what you're thinking at the moment, Margie," Lambert said, "But I know you'll have a marvelous time at our place; Vince too, for that matter." As he spoke, Lambert placed two hundred dollar bills on the table. Vince's eyes went wide. He had never spent that much for dinner before. As the couples walked out of the club the valets descended upon them, and while they waited for their cars to arrive, Margie said calmly, "We'd like to accept that offer, Milford, don't drive too fast, Vince might lose you." "Oh, I think you should ride with me; Carol will join Vince. That way you can't get lost." Margie turned to face Lambert, and said, "Maybe I'm already lost." "No, Margie, you're just finding the real you." ------- Chapter 12 "So was the other night your first time swapping?" Milford quietly inquired as he drove toward his home. "Um, yeah, I guess so. I mean, we swapped with the Persons a couple times before the other night." Margie freely admitted. "How did you find them? I mean, as opposed to having sex with your husband?" Um, I'd have to say I found the variety of taste ... of different textures amazing. I mean, everywhere I put my mouth there was a different taste." Milford noted that Margie was alternately placing a finger or two in her mouth between speaking, as if reliving that night. "If you ask me, I think we'll find one another conducive to all manner of sexual pleasures." "I didn't ask, Milford." "No, but that mind of yours is racing with lewd and lascivious thoughts, isn't it?" "I won't lie and say I haven't had some rather naughty ideas since getting into the car with you." "I bet you had even lewder ones back at the restaurant." Margie laughed and grasped his knee. "Perhaps I did. "It must have been the drinks. Do you agree?" "Maybe," she laughed lewdly. After all, if you take a tall glass, with lots of ice and a slice of lemon., Rivulets of condensation beading the outer side of the glass. "Margie, I love the way you make a simple cocktail sound so erotic." "Perhaps I'm a bit like you, Milford." "How so?" he asked as he checked his rearview mirror to see if Vince and Carol were still behind them. "We both have naturally filthy minds." They both laughed then Milford replied, "Could be. My mind automatically switches to filthy mode whenever we speak." "Oh, are you implying that I'm a bad influence on you. "Milford, forgive me saying this, but you are so full of shit." They both laughed and her fingertips grazed over his erection, signaling him that she was his for the asking. "Stop teasing me!" "Me? Teasing? As if." "We're only five minutes from my place," he said. Margie laughed evilly then said, "If there was more light and I was looking at you now ... would I see the outline of a big ... I mean, really big cock through those trousers?" "Yes ... without any difficulty." "Mmmm, the thought of that cock being restrained by clothing is incredibly arousing." "Oh, so you'd like to touch me through my clothes? To run a fingertip – or perhaps just the tip of a fingernail – along my length and make me shudder?" Margie was laughing as she did exactly what he suggested, this time with a show of expertise, feeling him strain against her grasping fingertips. "Take it out, why don't you?" "Should I?" "Yes..." he groaned expectantly. "I could drop down to my knees..." "Yes!" he groaned loudly as the car swerved to the right before he regained control. "On the other hand I better wait until you park. Carol just flashed her high beams at us. They probably know what we're up too." "If I know my Vince his hand is already up her skirt and she's not the one driving." ------- Actually Vince didn't have his hand up Carol's skirt. But she had him, or rather his hard, throbbing cock in her hand, slowly squeezing it and bringing him along in what she called a "Marathon Masturbation." "Oh, Christ!" he swore as she started to suck on him, letting her saliva run down over his shaft and testicles as she showed off her deep-throating skills. "Like it?" she said between mouthfuls of dick. "I'm tryin' to drive this fuckin' car, Carol." "Should I stop?" she teased. "I don't fuckin' know!" he gasped. A moment later he yelled out, "Jesus, your husband's car nearly served off the road!" "Your wife's probably sucking his cock. He's got a big one you know." "Oh, Christ!" he swore a second time. ------- Margie had been jittery ever since Milford had momentarily lost control of the car. "Let's wait until we get there. That way we won't be sorry for something we might have avoided if we had." "Sure, I can wait. I bet you suck a mean cock." "Is your cock mean? I don't care much for mean cocks, Milford." They both laughed at her remark and were silent until he pulled the car into the oversized garage and shut the engine off. ------- Once both couples were inside the Lambert's spacious residence, they paired off, Carol with Vince in tow, made their way upstairs to what amounted to a second master bedroom. Milford happily escorted Margie into the master bedroom located on the first floor of the more than 4000 square foot home. "Now I get to see those magnificent nipples of yours," Lambert chuckled. His words sent a thrill directly to Margie's clit and she shuddered. Lambert noticed, and said, "We'll hold off fucking for a while. There are other things we should do before that." "Such as?" Margie said as his left hand reached into the neck of her dress and lifted the right breast out of its confinement. "OH!" she moaned as his mouth began sucking greedily on the exposed nipple. Margie's cunt overheated and became sopping wet. "Put it in me!" He let her breast go, and said, "No, not just yet," he replied. "I want you totally wild and wantonly open for me." "What does it feel like to know I'll do anything you ask?" "I wouldn't have expected any less from you," he said, pleasing Margie no end. "Do you get off on the power you seem to have over women?" she inquired as she shucked the black dress from her body, leaving her standing in a thong, thigh-high black stockings and heels. "I don't have any power over you. You give it to me because you want to be controlled. You want to be dominated and you all want to be humiliated to some extent." "Do we?" she said, startled at his statement. Lambert allowed his slacks to drop to the floor. He wore nothing beneath them and his erection loomed large in Margie's eyes. Jesus, he must be almost a foot long! "I imagine you're wondering how big my cock is," Lambert chuckled. "Well, I'll tell you. It's exactly eleven inches in length and six inches in circumference." He curled a finger and beckoned her to come to him with it. She crawled across the bed, losing a shoe in the process. He reached out with his left hand and wrapped his fist tightly in her dark brown curls and pulled her hard toward him until her mouth was scant inches from his member. "Have at it, my little slut," he said imperiously. As Margie gazed wantonly at the bulbous cockhead dauntingly close to her lips, she opened her mouth, wondering if it would fit. As if reading her mind, Lambert crooned, "It will fit, my dear; think of how many other women have made love to it, and how many will do so after we're done this evening. Raising her eyes to his, Margie responded, saying, "Your ego's bigger than your penis, Milford." He laughed at her remark and agreed with her, "Probably so, Margie, probably so. Still it's there for your sucking pleasure. So get on with it. "Your knees will be so weak after I suck your dick you won't be able to stand up!" "Let's see you do it!" he replied as her mouth opened wide and engulfed the head of his member. "Mmmm, off to a good start," he cooed, and then gasped when her fingernails brushed over his balls. Margie had already decided to go all out with this pompous, but well endowed man. She tried something that usually drove her husband wild and brushed her dark brown hair over his thighs making sure it caressed his balls and shaft as well. "Touch my ta-ta's, Milford, I like them played with." Lambert alternated between her generously sized breasts, squeezing one while fondling the other, occasionally taking a nipple between his teeth and nipping at it, causing the nipples to lengthen and harden. Margie shifted position so that she could rub her ta-ta's l over his lap for a minute or so. Then she roughly spread his legs far apart, kissing his thighs and occasionally allowing her tongue to flick over his testicles, making sure her kisses were loud and wet, wanting him to hear their sounds; wanting them to inflame him further. And when she took his right testicle into her mouth he groaned for the first time and she was sure that she had him where she wanted him. After swishing it around in her mouth, she switched to the other one, tickling his asshole with a finger at the same time. His breathing intensified when she enveloped both balls in her mouth, warming them with lavish licks of her tongue. He let out a loud moan, and she reached out with her left hand, encircled his thick cock and began a slow stroking masturbation. ------- Meanwhile upstairs, Carol took Vince's cock from her mouth and giggled. "Your wife has my husband moaning. She must really be good." "She's the greatest," Vince said agreeably. "If she's the greatest," Carol, slightly put off by the comment, said "Why are you here with me?" "Because variety is the spice of life, and you, Carol Lambert, have a cunt that smacks of nectar of the God's." "God damn it, Vince, you talk the talk ... make me cum!" He didn't disappoint Carol, covering her torso with thousands of butterfly kisses, while squeezing her magnificent breasts until she was wincing with both pain and pleasure. And when he was certain she couldn't take another kiss, he moved quickly to her center, bestowing countless more kisses and sweet tender licks of the tongue on her inner thighs until she was shivering with desire. Vince was operating on a higher level than he ever performed at, and seemed to realize it. He confirmed it all when on touching her cunt with his soft lips, Carol was compelled to scream out her pleasure as if she'd had a magnificent orgasm, and yet she had not come close to coming. He moved his mouth to her ear and in between his hot kisses along her ear lobes and throat, he told her how delightful it was to touch her smooth, pliant flesh; how the waiting built the anticipation of what lay ahead; how nothing he had ever experienced compared to her body and its many secret treasures that she was giving to him. Carol was moaning non-stop by this time and Vince knew he would have to fuck her sooner than later. He sent two fingers into her and she screamed. "The smell of you is driving me crazy," he whispered to her and felt her shudder against him. "Your pussy is so fucking tight, it's hard to believe. I've heard your husband has a huge cock and yet you're so tight. How is it possible?" Carol had no answer to the question. She did however love him for saying what he had. She had never been with a man so generous in his praise for her; for her body and she wanted nothing more than to have him spear her with his manhood and unleash a torrent of sperm into her. "I have to taste you!" he croaked and bent to lick at her opened even as his fingers fucked her pussy so enthusiastically that Carol felt her orgasm rising. She was dripping juices so rapidly that Vince wet his thumb in them and tried to insert it in her rectum. "What!" she gasped. "It's just my thumb," he replied. "OH!" The thumb slipped in and he realized that Lambert must fuck her anally fairly often. But he was still occupied with gratifying her orally and concentrated on doing just that. With two fingers in her twat, he lapped away at her clitoris and worked the thumb in and out of her anus until, like pressing a magic button her orgasm smashed into her. Carol became outrageously excited and started to cum repeatedly. Carol was screaming out her satisfaction; gyrating against both the thumb Vince kept moving inside her asshole, and the fingers and mouth actively working on her cunt. He knew she was literally on fire. He slowed down his ministrations and waited for her climax to subside somewhat. ------- "You ... you're much better than I thought you'd be," Lambert confessed, although Margie already knew his appraisal of her skills would be extremely complimentary. She let his testes fall from her mouth and blew on them, hastening the cooling process. "Oh, Christ, Margie, I..." She shut him up by licking the length of his prodigious cock both ways, letting a generous amount of saliva drool from her mouth and drench his lap and pubic hairs. "Oh ... suck it! Suck it!" "Shut up!" she barked just before beginning again, this time at the root of his phallus then working her way up to the sensitive underside of his cock, right under the head; spending an inordinate amount of time kissing, licking and sucking in that area. And when Margie understood that he needed a more direct stimulation, she placed her lips around the mushroomed head of his cock and started to gently suck him off. Fondling his balls with her hand, Margie slowly lowered her mouth over his organ, taking three quarters of his length down her throat before starting to gag. Somehow she managed to overcome the gag reflex and took almost ten of his eleven inches into her throat. No woman had ever managed more, and Lambert was greatly impressed, although he didn't realize it at the time. Margie eased him out and whispered to him: "When you're ready, let it go. I swallow, Milford. I want all your jizm ... so let it fly, baby. Just let it fly." Her comment was all it took to bring him to his peak. Lambert began to buck his hips into Margie's face. She had about half his cock in her mouth, sucking feverishly on it while using both hands to jerk him off. Lambert was soaked with sweat. There wasn't an inch of his flesh that wasn't covered with it. He was moaning louder with each suck of her mouth on him. Margie let even more saliva pour from her mouth, wanting her blowjob as wet and messy as possible to enhance the overall effect. "Cum for me, Baby!" she cooed, "Cum for me!" Then she returned to his cock, sucking like a slut in heat; making sexual sounds to further excite him, and succeeding beyond her wildest dreams. Margie took him deep again, breathing through her nose; his thighs pressed up against her cheeks, and her eyelashes brushed against his pubic hair. Lambert's hands seized Margie's hair while he groaned. Margie retaliated by firmly taking hold of his balls, sending him an unmistakable message that if he hurt her, she would hurt him. He let his hands drop to his side. Still sucking his member, she eased off his testicles, fondling them in lieu of squeezing them. She felt the 'stones' in them withdraw into the uppermost recesses of the sacs; a sure sign he was ready to ejaculate. Margie intended to milk him dry and continued sucking and licking him with a loving affection while steadfastly fondling his balls. Glancing up at him, she saw his eyes were closed. She reached up and took his hands and placed them on her breasts, letting him have something soft and pleasant to hold onto while he came. "Oh ... baby ... I'm gonna come soon, I can tell. I can't hold it much longer..." Margie responded by intensifying her suction on his glands, making loud slurping sounds as she readied herself to finish him off. His cock was rock hard and throbbing; she could feel it shaking, and visualized the hot white cum loaded up in his balls getting ready to fill her mouth. "FUCK ... HERE I CUM!" Margie felt him contract. Felt his erection flex. And focused the muscles of her mouth and tongue intently on the head of his dick while tightening her grip around his balls. The precum she had tasted throughout the blowjob changed from a trickle to a drip. One ... two... Margie counted silently, and then the expected explosion came. Margie was no novice when it came to giving head. She had blown her husband Vince over a thousand times, and there had been others before him and a few that we know came after she married him. But this time there was a rush unlike any previous blowjob. Lambert's load was almost too much for Margie to handle. Obviously he had stored up a maximum load, and Margie later speculated that she had enticed even more out of him by playing with his testes for such a long time before he got off. Margie was compelled to bob her head up and down awhile rapidly swallowing his ejaculate. On another level, she realized he was squeezing the hell out of her tits whether consciously or unconsciously she never knew, but the pain inflicted helped her concentrate on wolfing down the prodigious load he was still releasing into her mouth. But as his cum mixed with her own saliva, Margie found it increasingly difficult to breathe through her nose and opened her mouth to gulp air into her lungs. His sperm drooled from the corners of her mouth, but she managed to keep his rock hard cock wedged in her mouth and as the major portion of his orgasm faded away, she continued licking and sucking on him, ultimately draining the remaining droplets of seed from his shriveled testicles. Lambert rolled away from her, his cock making a popping noise as it left her still suctioning lips. Margie stroked his thigh lovingly. She wanted to take his penis back in her mouth but knew it would be extremely sensitive at the moment, and gave it a soft kiss, licking away the last remaining drops of fluid. ------- Carol was on still fire and Vince knew it was time to fuck her now. He removed his finger after she stopped quivering then spread her legs. She laughed lewdly and reached down to slide her panties to one side, beckoning him to enter her. He moved in close and rubbed his cock back and forth between her slippery folds until her plentiful juices covered his distorted, aching cock, and unable to contain himself another second, entered her, savoring the deliciousness of the moment. When he felt his balls against her ass cheeks he placed both hands against her ass and began to fuck her slowly and deliberately, enjoying Carol's moans of delight. When he resumed teasing her asshole. Vince was almost positive that Lambert fucked his wife up the ass as a matter of course and decided to take her that way himself. "Let's try it doggy-style," he grunted. "I'll send you to the fuckin' moon." "Anything you want, Vince. You feel so good in me," Carol husked in reply, and then rotated into the desired position. Vince laid it to her for several minutes, hammering away at her and bringing her to at least one powerful climax. Then he eased out of her and spit directly on the brown starfish that was her asshole and centered his cockhead against the wet pucker. "You gonna?" "Yeah, any objections?" "No ... just go easy, all right?" "All right." He spit once more and rubbed his middle finger in the saliva before sending it into her rectum. The effect was immediate. Carol moaned, and Vince watched as she shivered and arched her back like an alley cat in heat. He never hesitated, but pressed himself against her asshole and shoved his erection in. Passing the tight constriction of her opening and well into her anal canal. Carol gyrated appreciatively and pushed back to take more of him into her. "You love me back dooring you, don't you?" "God damn right!" Carol groaned as a wave of pleasure swept through her. Inspired, Vince began jack-hammering into her and brought on a swift orgasm for both of them. He flopped out of her ass as Carol collapsed in a fit of sobbing, shivering pleasure. They lay together in spoon-like fashion until Margie and Lambert entered the room and joined them on the bed. "Carol honey, I want you to eat Margie's pussy while Vince and I recover." "Mmmm, what?" Carol murmured, still in the throes of her tumultuous climax. "Eat her, baby. We need to watch so we stiffen up for the next round." "Oh, yeah ... sure. Spread 'em for me sweetie," Carol chirped and moved between Margie's still widening thighs. ------- Chapter 13 Tessa hadn't felt right since she and Danny arrived at the Armstrong's French styled Villa on Saturday night. Noah and Elaine Coulter greeted them with Elaine planting a sensual kiss on Danny's mouth and Noah doing the same with Tessa. "We have another couple with us this evening. Burt Adams and ... quite frankly, I don't know his escort's name, but she is a stunner, don't you think?" The stunner was a big breasted blonde whose chest screamed 'plastic.' Her skirt was so short Tessa could see the curve of her ass, and it was clear that if she bent in any direction you would know if she was a natural blonde or not. A moment later she did, and you couldn't, because she was shaved. There was just a twinkling of pale flesh. Bert had noted Tessa's arrival and had deliberately dropped something like a business card on the floor and then told the blonde to pick it up. She did, and flashed her shaven pussy at everyone looking at her at that moment. Danny jabbed Tessa in the arm and said, "Looks like James Bond and Pussy Galore are here tonight." For Tessa, things worsened quickly. Bert brought his 'pet' over for an introduction. Both Tessa and Danny noticed the dog color the blonde wore at about the same time. There was a leash attached and it was held loosely by her date, Bert. Tessa took note of the other women in the room. They appeared transfixed by the blonde's capitulation to Bert's obvious dominance over her. "Hello, you two. I'm Bert Adams. I certainly hope that we can get together at some point this evening." He was talking to Tessa and acting as if Danny didn't exist. Tessa knew better, but challenged him anyway, saying: "Hello, Bert. Where'd you get your pet, K-Mart?" Burt acted as if he hadn't heard her remark, "Let me present the lovely Anita. Anita Brownhill. Anita, say hello to these nice people." The blonde didn't raise her head, just her eyes. "Hello," she said in a small voice. "I'm teaching Diane to be a submissive." He was ignoring everyone but Danny and Tessa. He wanted someone to play straight man and Tessa had risen to take the bait. "Isn't she a little, ah, young?" "Oh, you're never too young to learn, or too old for that matter." "Tess!" Danny said, wanting to move on. "Teaching her all the tricks, are you?" Tessa spat out, as much as telling him to go fuck himself. Bert laughed genially and slowly replied in a soft, low voice, "I'd prefer teaching you. What say you, Danny? Want to trade up?" Before Danny could respond, Bert added, "You'll love my technique, Tessa. I'd play with your ass, lick you, and stretch out our love-making until you begged me to let you come." The room had gone silent. Elaine, the evening's hostess, looked like she wanted to hide, though she couldn't take her eyes off Bert and Tessa. Bert, with a snide smile calmly asked Tessa if she would like to dance. Tessa took a step back and glanced at Danny, hoping he'd intervene on her behalf. When he didn't say anything, she demurred, wanting to say something to put him in his place, but unable to think of anything at the moment. Then she looked him in the eye and said, "You seem to have a date." "But we're here to swap our dates, isn't that the purpose of the party?" "No ... Ah ... No, not necessarily." "Well, maybe another time." He took the leash and pulled Diane out to the floor just as a tango began. Tessa's jaw dropped, he was a magnificent dancer! Everyone watched as he spun the blonde around so fast that her skirt rose to her waist, revealing her vagina to one and all. Inwardly, Tessa cursed. The son-of-a-bitch loves being the center of attention. "Jesus Christ!" Danny gulped. Tessa saw what he meant. Burt had bent the blonde from the waist so that her ass was pointed directly at Tessa and fixed on Tessa's face; he mouthed the words, "Want to kiss it?" It was as though there was some communication only the two of them could hear, as though he owned the world, as though he owned the blonde and Tessa too. Tessa turned to Danny and said, "I don't like this. Maybe we should just leave!" "If you want to leave, we'll leave, honey," he replied, but seemed transfixed by the way Burt was treating the blonde. "I ... I have to get out of here," Tessa groaned, before running to the closest powder room. Danny wasn't the only one fixated on the couple's actions. The crowd formed a circle around them. They were gawking, leering and laughing nervously, but there was no doubt that everyone was enthralled by Burt's treatment of the blonde and her slave-like acceptance in front of her audience. Then Burt raised his middle finger and inserted it into the blonde's vagina. She closed her eyes and fought to keep her knees from buckling as he fingered her for a full minute, and then brought the finger out and up to his nose and smelled it. He turned and singled out his hostess, Cynthia Armstrong, and with a deliberately elaborate gesture, put the finger in his mouth and sucked on it. ------- Tess locked the door to the bathroom, sat down on the toilet and put her face in her hands. A moment later she began to rock back and forth. I can't handle this ... this attraction to men like that. I love my husband ... why am I attracted to guys like that. I get the heebie-jeebies thinking about the way he treated that poor woman ... as if ... as if she were his personal slave. She was pulled out of her dreamy meditation by someone knocking at the door. "Sorry, I'm using the facilities, ' she called out, and the person retreated. Poor Tessa's hands were trembling as she tried wiping the tears streaming down her face. My mascara will run ... I should just go out there and grab Danny by the arm and waltz the hell out. We can go home and make love ... Do we really need others to satisfy us sexually? Oh, God ... is he already off in a bedroom fucking one of them? Or has he left? Would he leave me here? No, I doubt it. But he might just let himself go off with any one of them, even the blonde. Especially the blonde, damn her! The bathroom began to feel like a cell. From the door to the back wall it had just barely enough length for a small linen closet, a plain sink below an ordinary medicine cabinet with a weak light, the toilet, and the one fancy thing — an old-fashioned bathtub with four claw feet. It was perfect for her. The tiny, casement window at the back wall had milky glass, so she was cut off from the world. It was cold like a cell. Was that because it was all tiles, colorless ones, black and white, set in checkerboard? Tessa hunched down and hugged her arms close to her body. She couldn't hear them coupling from in here, just vague sounds, but she knew they were fornicating, in pairs, in threesomes, even with the occasional woman pulling a train. It was all happening out there and Danny was right in the middle of it all, happily fucking someone, not thinking about her, not even for the briefest moment. Someone else knocked at the door. It seemed to reverberate off the tiles. She realized she had a headache from the sharp noises ricocheting off the walls. Tessa pressed her palms to her temples. There were hammering noises in her head. "Tessa?" It was Danny! "Hey, let me in, kiddo." "Danny?" She wondered if her voice was strong enough to get though the door. "Get up, stupid. Open the door. Your husband is on the other side. He's not with one of the others, he wants you. It's maybe seven feet to the door. Open it! Fighting an impulse to curl up fetus-like in the corner, Tessa made it to the door and opened it. Danny rushed in and found her trembling, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Hold me!" she cried meekly. And he took her into his arms and held her so tightly she thought he might break her in half, but didn't care if he did. "Oh, you're quite a mess, makeup wise, honey," he said and wet a face cloth in the sink. Tessa remained standing as he gently washed her mascara stained face, and tossed the wash cloth into the sink basin. "Just a sec, honey," he said and took a moment to lock the bathroom door again. "We can use a minute or so of privacy, you know?" Tessa nodded in agreement, and arms wrapped around her chest she said, "Right, I don't want anyone to see me like this." "I know, it's okay. When you're able to compose yourself we'll leave. I think you should be home and in bed, not here in a stranger's bathroom." Trance-like, Tessa repeated herself. "I don't want anyone to see me." She tried to stand up but sagged to one side as if suffering from vertigo then grabbed the seat below her to make the room stay still. "Are you all right? I mean are you physically able to move?" Her husband asked with a concern that sent a warm flood throughout Tessa's body. "I don't feel very well, but yes, I can walk to the car." ------- By the time the garage door closed behind the Persons they were Frenching with a passion neither had had for the other in several years. Danny was squeezing Tessa's breasts through her dress. He'd unbuttoned the dress, pulled her bra up, and licked a nipple. Tessa went out of her mind. Danny worked the dress down to her waist and up from her legs, petting her, kissing her, removing the bra entirely, pulling off her panties and fingering her like her senior-year boyfriend had. Certainly she felt guilty after her actions at the party, but she wanted him all the same. He assisted her into the backseat, pulled his pants down and climbed on top of her. The moment he entered her, Tessa came and kept coming, one wave after another, until Danny finished. "My god," Tessa gasped, "That was ... extraordinary!" "It was," her husband agreed. "It was better than anything any of those whores could offer by ten times." "I ... I feel like I'm in high school," Tessa said then giggled uncontrollably. "That guy Burt made you uncomfortable they way he treated his date, didn't he?" "Yes, he did. I mean, how could anyone allow themselves to be treated that way?" "Some people want to be dominated. It works both ways. I mean, men as well as women." "We should straighten our clothing and get inside," Tessa said, growing nervous at being nearly nude in the backseat. "I don't know anyone in the neighborhood that has a garage door opener with our code," Danny said with a smile. "I know. I know, but..." He was already opening the car door for her, and Tessa gave his penis a gentle, friendly squeeze as she moved past him and out of the car. He watched as she shimmied her dress down, but left her top open and one breast exposed. In the privacy of their bedroom, Tessa found her inner thighs still damp, while aftershocks from her climaxes reverberated throughout her vulva. Danny followed her into the bedroom and immediately smelled the sexual odor wafting off her body. She smiled shyly and asked if he would like to try it again. "I'll need about ten minutes, but if you're especially horny I'll go down on you until I'm ready." Tessa allowed herself to fall backward onto the bed and then raised her legs in the air, exposing her glistening cunt to his eyes. He fell upon her and hungrily devoured her pussy and its juices until his cock was once again fully engorged with blood and fevered lust. Just as she had in the backseat of their car, Tessa came almost immediately and kept coming. We don't need other people in our sex lives, she thought. If we can go at it like this, we don't need anyone else. I'll do Danny just as good as he's doing me and he'll have to agree with me. Tessa had a fleeting thought of Margie sitting in a chair with her legs splayed over the arms, her wet cunt beckoning to Tessa. This was quickly followed by the recollection of her crawling on all fours toward Vince's incredibly thick cock, the urge to suck him off irresistible. Maybe Vince and Margie, she told herself, conceding the possibility that there was room for at least one other couple in their lives. After coming for the fifth time, Tessa pushed her husband away. "Are you all right, honey?" Danny asked, stroking her face and kissing the side of her neck. "I'm fine, my lover man, she answered while her eyes roamed down to his now prominent erection. "But I think it's your turn, baby." She kissed him, making her mouth as soft as possible, drawing the kiss out for an interminable time then breaking it off and whispering, "I have to suck your cock now, lover." Tessa left the bed and pulled Danny by the arm until he was sitting in the bedroom armchair. Dropping to her knees, she worked her mouth across his uncovered abdomen, going lower and lower until reaching the zipper of his fly. "Baby..." "Shush," she cooed, "Let me do you." Her hands were busy, unzipping him; removing his rock hard cock from its hiding place, and exposing the tumescent shaft to the dim light of their bedroom. "Up," she commanded, as her hands went to his ass urging him to stand momentarily. When Danny stood, Tessa ripped the slacks down to his knees and Danny fell back into the chair with a soft thud. Tessa continued pulling his pants off, freeing one leg at a time. Socks and shoes quickly followed. Tessa turned around so Danny could see her ass, and then slowly sat down on his legs. She let her wetness drip onto his legs and slid up until her ass cheeks squeezed his throbbing, pulsating member. She giggled lewdly and rubbed herself against it and Danny rocked against her in sheer lust. "Mmm, baby, yes..." Tessa breathily, feeling the thick, hard dick rubbing against her backside. After a few seconds of that, she pushed herself up, and turned around to face him. "Baby, which hole do you..." he moaned when Tessa shushed him again. "Please, I need you..." "Not yet." Tessa grinned salaciously, "Not just yet." She took his cock in both hands and then cupped his balls with her left hand. "Oh, honey, your cock and balls are so beautiful. You have no idea how much I love them." She started to jerk him off. He grunted as she squeezed and released, squeezed and released. His movement became harder and faster, and Tessa pulled her hand away. "Nooo, please, baby, NO!" he moaned, out of sheer want. "Please be patient with me while I tease you. It will be worthwhile, I promise.' Tessa moved closer, straddled his lap, but didn't sit down. She let her breasts rub his face, and he nuzzled against them. Danny could easily have impaled her on his cock, but he remembered her words, "Be patient, while I tease you." She rubbed a finger over one of his nipples and said, "Oh, I love watching writhing in agony like this, it makes me sooo wet." Tessa reached between her legs and spread the lips of her pussy then after jabbing herself three or four times, removed it and lightly rubbed it over her clit. Tessa's eyes glazed over with lust. With a somewhat jerky movement, she humped herself upward bring his cock into contact with her pussy. The couple moaned in tandem. "Let's see if I can get this to work," she moaned in his ear and began to grind her pelvis into his. Almost magically Danny's cock found its way inside her. "You're in!" she chortled. "You're in me!" "God, you're big tonight, Danny. Shit ... you're so fucking big. Work it in there, baby! Oh, yeah ... fill me baby ... fill me!" As they began to rock back and forth Danny groaned, "Fuck yeah! I Iove you, I love my tight twatted Tessa, oh yeah!" Almost euphoric, Tessa began kegeling him, causing him to moan even louder as they rocked faster and faster. She rubbed her hands through his hair and he hefted a breast to his mouth and gave suck. Tessa's hands went to his cheeks then to his chest, tweaking his nipples in return. Danny shifted in the chair, providing a different angle for his cock to plow back and forth within his wife. Their movements, confined as they were, became frenzied. Danny's muscles tightened. The sweet tip of her orgasm reached Tessa's nervous system and she groaned happily. "Coming baby ... I'm comin'" Danny shouted. "Me too, lover!" Tessa cried out exaltedly. "Me too!" Danny threw his head back and yelled, "Tesssaaaaa!" and emptied himself into her. A moment later, the sharp dagger of Tessa's orgasm split through her body. It started at her clit and spread out through her legs and abdomen. Alarms went off in her brain and nipples at the same time as ecstasy overwhelmed her. ------- An hour later they lay side by side in their bed, having had another unforgettable round of sex. "Danny?" "Yeah, baby?" "I ... I have to tell you something." "What is it, sweetheart?" "This swapping stuff..." "What about it?" "I can't do it. I just can't. I've tried ... but it ... it just isn't me." "I had no idea you felt that way, Tess." "It was okay at first. I mean, with Vince and Margie. That was great. I'd still do that if you want. But partying like that at the Armstrong's..." She couldn't go on and began to sob. Danny held her, trying to contort her and after a while it seemed to help. Tessa forced herself to continue. "I know ... I know that just having sex with me becomes ... I should say might become mundane after a while." "No, baby," Danny protested, "Sex with you has always been terrific. Look at tonight..." "Tonight was different. I was terrified that I was going to lose you. Somehow it heightened my arousal. You must have felt that way too. We were like teenagers in heat. "I won't argue that," Danny agreed. "But it's hardly ever like that," Tessa said and began sobbing again. "Except ... except like when we're with other people. Otherwise it's pretty much a low priority what with household stuff and getting Win to bed. I mean, we work hard during the day and there's only a little energy left for sex. I know the occasional business trips get us going when you return home, but that's ... that's just icing on the cake." "Tessa..." Danny said and stopped. "Oh, Danny! I love you so much!" They embraced as Danny responded, "I love you too, Tessa. I truly do." "I ... I had to tell you how I felt. That guy at the party revolted me so much I ran to the bathroom and threw up. I didn't want him touching me. I couldn't have stood it." "Was it just him or was it all of them?" "Danny, I honestly don't know. I can't say I didn't like it last week when you and Noah had at me while I was in the swing. But I feel that somehow we're losing control. Do you know what I mean?" "I think so. Having sex with Vince and Margie is fun. Doing it was a kind of spontaneous thing. We're close friends and understand each other. It's not like you're going to fall in love with Vince or me with Margie. And it does spice up our love life. "Danny, would it be all right if we didn't go back to their parties? I mean, we could still get together with Vince and Margie ... but maybe not as often as we've been doing?" "It's okay with me, Tessa," he replied. "It would be sort of like abstinence makes the heart grow fonder." Tessa laughed. "That's not the right phrasing for that expression." "Yes it is. It's my expression, not someone else's. "I just want us to want each other the way we did when we first started making love," she said softly. "I'd like that too, ' Danny whispered in her ear. "I love you so much!" Tessa was crying again. Maybe it was relief at being unburdened. Maybe it was love. "Promise me we'll never do anything like that again." "Just with Margie and Vince, sweetheart, I promise." ------- Back at the Lambert's Everyone had showered and they were sitting out on the Lambert's spacious deck, sharing another bottle of excellent wine. "Tell me Vince," Carol said mischievously, "have you ever..." "Have I ever what?" Carol laughed and waved a hand, suggesting it was nothing important. "C'mon, Carol," Vince said, drawn like the moth to the flame. "Yeah, what is it, Carol?" Margie asked, feeling both the afterglow of sexual languor as well as the wine, "we're all good friends here. C'mon, let us in on whatever..." "Please do, Carol, my dear," Lambert said, to ensure his wife would continue baiting the unsuspecting Vince. "It's not really important, or pertinent to anything," Carol said whetting their appetites even more. Holding his wife's hand in his, Vince said, "But we insist, c'mon, what is it?" Throwing up her hands, Carol laughed and said, "It's nothing really ... I read an article in Cosmo, I think it was ... um, it said that men jerk off several times a week, regardless if they're getting sex from their spouses or not," she said. "Now, do you do that?" "Whoa," Vince said, that's a tough question to answer," he said, and a flush could be seen rising up his neck toward his face. "It's an easy question to answer, Vince, do you or don't you?" Lambert said easily, hoping to goad Vince into responding. "Well, yeah, I do," Vince said uneasily, with a side glance at his wife. Margie sat quietly, hoping Vince wouldn't be overly embarrassed. She knew he masturbated almost daily, even when they were scheduled to have sex. It didn't bother her at all. "I'm glad to hear you admit to it. Frankly, the man sitting next to me won't admit to a damn thing." Vince winced at this revelation and felt he'd been made a fool of. "I have a favor to ask of you, Vince." "Oh?" "Yes, I admit to having been with a number of men over the last few years..." "Probably hundreds," Lambert sneered confidently. Carol glared at him. It was a covert signal that he was pushing things to far, and Lambert sat back and picked up his glass of wine and pretended to study it. "As I was saying, all those men and I've never seen one of them masturbate." "Surely you've seen them jerking themselves off," Margie said. "Oh, a stroke or two as they prepared to insert it inside me, sure; but I've never had the opportunity to watch one go through the whole masturbatory scene. Milford continues to deny me this little pleasure, although he does provide so many others. That's why I brought it up. I was hoping that you would do me the honor of jerking off while I watch. I promise you a reward ... say, of your choosing?" "Okay, but I'm still a bit soft, so someone is going to have to get me going again." "Don't look at me," Milford said and laughed. "I'll need some lubricant," Vince said. "I'll get that," Lambert said and rose up and headed into his bedroom, retuning in seconds with some KY-Jelly. "Then I'll need to see you two girls make out for a minute of two." Carol got up and sat down on Margie's lap, turned to face Vince and said, "Can do; want some serious smooching?" "Okay," Vince grinned weakly as he removed the robe he'd been wearing and applied some lubricant to his flaccid penis. "Open your robe, Marge, show him those ta-ta's of yours," Carol whispered loud enough that Vince was sure to hear. Carol winked at her husband and reached out to caress Margie's newly exposed breast. Vince uttered a low groan, when as if on impulse, Carol suddenly leaned in and covered Margie's mouth with her own. Although she'd known it was coming, Margie was caught off guard. Instinctively she compared Carol's kiss to those of Tessa's. If anything, Carol's lips were softer, applying less pressure than Tessa ever had. Margie began to reel the moment Carol's hot, pink tongue invaded her mouth. And when she moaned into Carol's mouth, Vince's cock sprang to life. "There he goes!" bellowed Lambert. Carol tore her mouth away from Margie's and turned to look at Vince's member. "He is getting there!" she hooted. "Hey!" Margie croaked, "Gimmie another one like that, Carol." "Sure, baby, sure!" and they enveloped one another, bringing their steaming tongues swirling into one another's mouth, moaning, sucking and swallowing the comingled saliva pooling with each passing second. Vince applied another dosage of lubricant to his pulsing shaft and announced his readiness. Lambert had to tap his wife on the shoulder twice to break up the women's kisses. Carol spun away from Margie and leaned her elbows on her knees as she watched seemingly enraptured by Vince's slow stroking of his penis; and on seeing her eyes upon him, began slapping it into the palm of his open hand like a policeman slapping his nightstick in warning to a miscreant about to be arrested. Lambert didn't miss a trick; he stood up and moved to Margie, opened his robe and exposed his more than ready prick while placing a hand on the back of her head. "Suck it for a while, sweetie, that's a good girl." Margie sighed and took him into her mouth and began blowing him. Meanwhile, Vince was into his masturbatory demonstration, trying to recall any and all techniques he had used over the years while Carol smiled and every so often, licked her lips. A drop of pre-cum appeared and leaked out the tip of his cock. It dangled there for a second before dropping to the deck in slow motion. Vince watched as Carol's eyes followed it as it landed on the deck between Vince's feet. "Nice," she whispered, her word barely audible. Vince was watching Margie blow Lambert and briefly wondered if Carol's wanting him to jerk off was a ruse to get Margie to suck her husband off. Almost instantly he realized one had little to do with the other. Surely, she had sucked him off earlier. And then he saw that his wife was peeking at him as he jerked off. This pleased Vince more than he could imagine and he was aware of his looming readiness. He slowed his pace, because by slowing he built the pressure. He wanted to have an impressive ejaculation, not only for Carol, but to put the pompous Lambert down a notch. He watched as Margie sent her middle finger into Lambert's asshole; watched as she took his testicles into her mouth and laved them with her tongue, knowing his eyes were on her every action. Carol had started fingering herself, paying special attention to her clit. He watched as her eyes fluttered and knew she was close to coming. Vince decided to try to time his climax with hers. He also wanted to coat her face with his load just to see how she reacted to it. Carol used her other hand to send a finger into her anus then groaned loudly. Vince thought she was coming and hastened his stroking. The muscles in his legs, chest and arms tightened; and he released a long scream and exploded. The first shot of his white sticky cum erupted with such force that it made it two feet to Carol's face and splattered across the bridge of her nose, some went up her right nostril, some found her lower incisor on the same side while the remainder hung from her chin like misplaced snot from an errant sneeze. Carol lost her balance and fell back on her ass. Lambert t left Margie to help his wife to her feet and examine Vince's byproduct. "Not bad," he said. "Not bad at all. Margie followed Lambert over and looked on with interest. "That's my man, done that," she crowed delighted with the final result of her husband's masturbatory exhibition. "I ... I never thought..." Carol laughed, "It would come out so forcefully. It's much different in the porno movies." "You were kinda close," Vince said. "And your playing with yourself helped me raise my excitement levels." "Sit on the table, baby," Lambert said. "You need some release yourself." Carol hopped up on the table and Lambert wedged himself between her legs and began eating her with gusto. Carol came quickly while Vince and Margie looked on. That served to end the evening. Everyone dressed, although it was evident that the Lambert's would be fucking after their guests departed. It was agreed that they would get together on either Thursday or Friday at the Lambert's again. "Will anyone else be there?" Vince inquired. "Who knows?" Lambert answered cryptically, "Sometimes yes, sometimes no." "That's okay with us," Vince replied answered for them both. The girls kissed, the men shook hands and kissed the other's spouse and Margie and Vince drove home. ------- Chapter 14 Tessa & Danny "Danny, I ran into Margie at the supermarket today and she all but ignored me after I told her we wouldn't be going to anymore parties." "That's odd; you had mentioned what happened at the last one, didn't you?" "Of course, and if you recall, that's the very same reason she grabbed Vince and made him leave the previous time. I was under the impression she'd found it intensely gross." "Not so, huh?" "Worse! She and Vince appear to be bound at the hip with the Lambert's." "The Lambert's? They were all but asked to leave that party and now ... now Vince and Margie are partying with them?" "That's what she told me. And what's more she told me that as far as we're concerned, unless we change our minds and ask to come to one of the Lambert's parties, she won't have anything to do with us." "Does that include Vince?" "I don't know. You work together, maybe you should ask him." "Yeah, I will." ------- The following evening over dinner, Danny confirmed that Margie and Vince had decided to cut off their friendship unless they were willing to attend the Lambert's parties. "That's blackmail!" Tessa said, unable to accept that they'd been cut off by their long time friends, and lovers. Tessa began to cry. Danny, trying to comfort his wife, suggested that they reconsider and attend one of the Lambert's parties. "No way! He's a son-of-a-bitch and a deviate. If that's the way she wants it between us, so be it. We'll find another couple to be friends with." Danny suddenly had the image of Stan Gronski's wife flash before his eyes. "You know, I've been meaning to ask you how you felt about Stan and his wife ... I can't recall her name. We met them coming out of the movies about a month ago. You seemed to think they were all right. I mean, I know we only chatted for five minutes or so, but..." "You're right. They did seem nice. Not that I'm physically attracted to him. Are you ... to her, I mean?" "Not especially. She looked nice enough ... but I didn't want to jump her bones on the spot," he said sheepishly. Tessa laughed. "I know you, Danny. If you think she attractive, you would jump her bones. But you have given me something to think about. You can talk with Stan about anything, maybe find out when they're going out and we might 'happen' to run into them." "Okay, I'll get on it." "You do that, and Danny, lover?" "Yeah, babe?" "Fuck Margie and Vince." "Literally or figuratively?" "No, I mean just fuck 'em as friends." Marge & Vince For Margie, the night at the Lambert's had been like a vivid dream, but she knew all too well that it was real ... it had certainly happened. She had relished the smells ... Milford's sweaty scent that remained in her mind, and the more tangible odor produced by the dried remnants of semen on the panties she'd worn that night and had been unable to throw in the washer, preferring to inhale his pungent odor several times a day. She couldn't get his cock out of her mind, and this concerned her, for she was certain she still loved Vince, and Vince possessed a formidable penis that never failed to please her. Vince was also bothered by his perceived need to possess Carol again. He hadn't felt this way about Tessa, although it had been Tessa that he coveted so much that he'd formed the alliance with Danny in order to have her. He told himself that Carol was different, but he was unable to differentiate just how she was different than his wife, or even Tessa. Sunday morning Vince went off to play golf with Danny, leaving Margie alone with their daughter, Tabby. Margie was content to be by herself for a while, but was pleasantly surprised when Carol Lambert dropped by. She was sprawled on one of Margie's kitchen chairs by the time Margie had closed the door and walked back up the hallway. Her eyebrows were raised at Carol's manner. Margie handed Carol a cup of freshly made coffee, and asked bluntly, "To what do I owe the honor of your visit, Carol?" "I wanted to discuss this Friday night's gathering." "Oh, will it be more than Milford and you?' "Oh yes, in fact, Milford has gone out of his way to make it a bigger party." "I'm not sure I like that idea," Margie said sitting down next to Carol. Carol nodded and took a sip of coffee. "Are you mad at us for expanding the number of people?" "Honestly I'm not sure yet." "You're thinking, 'I'm not a slut like Carol, how dare they treat me like one?' Am I right?" Maggie laughed, and felt her body flush as she recalled all the things she'd done so willingly with Carol's husband that fateful night. "Not exactly; I don't mind doing nearly everything with Milford. I wonder how I'll feel doing those things with other men. Men I have no knowledge of, and may never see again, or worse, who I might run into at an inopportune moment." "All our guests are known to be respectful of others, especially under circumstances such as you just described." "Really and how is it enforced?" "Are you familiar with the basic rules of BDSM?" "I'd say no. I have an idea, but it's just that." "Respect, permission, and choice; should you want to end a session, you simply say so, using the safe word. For the sake of this discussion let's just use Stop as our safe word." "Stop," Margie said, enjoying the feel of the word rolling off her tongue. "Precisely, Margie, say the word and everything stops. We don't throw anything goes parties; they're more like anything may go parties. Look, I've been shackled on hands and knees and sucking every cock in the room while being spanked and told what a nasty whore I am. It makes me feel good to let go occasionally." "Should I be worried that that image didn't make me cringe?" Margie asked the concern evident on her face. "I think you should know your limits. But how do you know what they are without some experimentation?" "I thought your husband and I did quite a bit of ... experimenting the other night." "Perhaps you did, but you actually only skimmed the cream off the top." "I've fooled around with other couples, you know." "Yes, Don and Tessa, that's fine, but still somewhat limited. The more people you have intercourse with, the more knowledge acquired. It's that simple." Carol finished her coffee while Margie's mind was trying to work out where her metaphors had been going, and took refuge in the fairly automatic process of refilling it. She sat down again, and leaned forward with a calculated air of being about to speak. Carol let her. "Look, Carol," she said. "You know I like and respect you and Milford. But what I want to know is where the hell are you going with this?" Carol ignored her coffee and gave her a hard look. "Margie, you need to do this. Believe me; you really need to do it." "Why should I believe you?" "Look," Carol responded, revealing a touch of exasperation, "we only intend on having three couples over." "Do I know the others?" "I think not. Do you know the Radford's, Ginger and Bobbie?" "No." "How about the Wheaton's, Mavis and Tex?" "No, not them either," Margie admitted. "And there may be another man invited. One can never have too many of them, don't you agree?" "I guess, if one wants to be well fucked," Margie conceded. "Who would that be?" "I don't know. Milford's got someone in mind, but he hasn't told me." Margie sat back and stared at her, properly speechless, until Carol raised an eyebrow at her and said "Well?" in a meaningful tone of voice. Margie finally found her voice. "Can I get back to you?" she asked in a squeaky voice. Carol shrugged, and picked up her mug. "Sure. Just let me know by Thursday. Give me time to plan a few things." Carol stayed to chat about everything but sex for another half hour, and Margie was feeling the need to be with Milford more than ever by the time Carol left. Then she called Vince. ------- On Friday, they went to the Lambert's party with great expectations. Vince at the thought of not only screwing the voluptuous Carol again, but two other women who promised to be as attractive, or nearly so, as Carol herself. And Margie, who could not get Milford's magnificent cock out of her mind. To her way of thinking, after Carol's comments, to enjoy Lambert's skilled lovemaking again, she would lay down with almost anyone. And Carol had all but assured her she would find the other men to her liking as well. ------- "Oh, that should be worth some points! The ash blonde in the red dress was saying as several others laughed, while Lambert showed Margie and Vince into his living room. Most heads were looking at the skinny redhead who was reading the questions. "Her name is Mavis, honey," Carol whispered to Vince on seeing his sudden interest in the redhead when she leaned forward and revealed an excessive amount of cleavage to her audience. "Oh, really? Thanks, Carol," Vince replied, already busily devouring the redhead's breasts with his eyes. "She's from Texas. Her man is in the oil business, or so I'm told." "Think they're real, hon?" Vince inquired of his less interested spouse. "She's had work done. I'm almost positive, Vince baby. Now tell me what you know about her husband. He's that tall gentleman in the black suit." "Oh, Tex ... all I know is he's supposed to be very good with the ladies. But isn't, or should I say, aren't all the men here in that category?" Margie laughed, "You wish!" she said still laughing. But her eyes glittered lewdly at the thought. "Aw," Carol said to Bobbie Radford, "I was looking forward to hearing you talk dirty. It sounds so much better coming from a man with a Texas drawl." Her voice was brittle and too bright: Vince realized that she was drunk, and Milford was no longer in the room. Bobbie touched her arm. "You okay, Missy?" "I'm fine," Carol replied. He shrugged. He could hardly force her to talk about her problems. Probably it was just the booze; he knew it had been a rough week financially for the Lambert's. Ostensibly, that was the reason he and his wife, Ginger were at the party. He gave Carol a quick hug, and whispered in her ear, "It will be all right. I'm going to help Milford through this, don't worry about it." She whispered back, "Bobbie darling, I appreciate that."She glanced around the room. "Bobbie, any woman you want. Just point her out to me." He pulled her close, crushing her generous breasts against his chest, and let his hand rove over her rear until he found the cleft of her ass and then he goosed her. With a small shriek, Carol pulled away. "That's not nice!" she said to cover her embarrassment as almost everyone else laughed at her expense. A few minutes later everyone was seated for dinner. Vince grinned at Margie from one end of the table. To his left sat Ginger Radford, and to his right was Mavis Wheaton. Their husband's Bobbie and Tex sat on either side of Carol and Margie. Milford played the role of butler, serving each person in turn and then sitting in an arm chair to eat by himself. Vince learned that Milford had been close friends with the others for several years; both in business ventures and on a personal basis. Carol joined the others in laughing appreciatively at one of her husband's jokes. Of course the jokes followed a planned progression in that they got dirtier as the dinner wore on. But then that was the way it always was at these get togethers. That and the outrageous flirting that all the women appeared to relish. Margie was pleased to see that both Tex and Bobbie were in good physical shape. In fact, had she not been so enamored with Milford, she might have been delighted to spend some time alone with either of the others. Margie was promptly reminded of those feelings shortly after dessert when Tex said, "Margie, that dress you are wearing is so tempting." "I'll second that!" Bobbie laughed. "Well you know what they say don't you?" Vince chuckled. "What do they say?" Margie asked with a giggle. "That you should always give in to temptation," Milford laughed intercepting Vince's punch line. Margie glanced over at her husband, who grinned then winked at her. A moment later, Carol whispered in Margie's ear as she passed out another round of drinks. "Getting turned on by all the testosterone in the room?" Margie nodded, but said nothing. Carol laughed and moved on to Ginger, whispering in her ear as well. Margie wondered if she had asked the same question of her, or had she posed a different one, and if so, what had it been? A while later, Margie was helping Milford Lambert clear away the empty dinner plates and glasses. "Wherever did Carol go?" she inquired, already thinking that she hadn't seen Tex for a while either. Lambert's left hand came to rest on her rear-end and gave it a light squeeze. "Milford!" she protested for appearances sake, and then remembered why she and the others were there. "Are you turned on, my little Margie?" he grinned as they finished with the chore. "Been thinking about 'temptation?'" "As a matter of fact..." she smiled and glanced down at the bulge in his trousers. "Yes," he replied, "I can see that you have. You're a little minx, aren't you?" "Sometimes I really am, Mr. Lambert." He laughed then raised an eyebrow. "Would tonight be one of those times?" he asked quietly, and added, "If the opportunity arose?" "I would say yes to both questions, Mr. Lambert," and let her hand lightly brush against his now prominent bulge; and then giggling to herself, left him to take a seat on the couch where Mavis sat next to Vince, expecting him to join her. A slow song came on from the CD player, and Bobbie took Carol's hand and led her onto the dance floor, stopping short of bumping into his wife and Tex Wheaton, who were swallowing each other's tongue. They broke apart as he shouted, "Excuse me," and Tex nodded at Bobbie who smiled back and resumed kissing Ginger Radford. "You Texas guys are something special," Carol whispered into Bobbie's ear. "Well, we ain't all hung like horses, ' he said with a smile. "But you and Tex are," Carol said, smiling back at him. "True dat," he said, adding, and we's white boys at that." Laughing, she hit him on the chest, saying, "Behave yourself, that's not nice." "I know I just wanted to try my Ebonics out on you." "Well you did, now please don't do it again." ------- The party's started; Margie thought as Milford finally joined her on the couch and let his hand discreetly drop onto her lap. A moment later she felt his middle finger, tickling her cuntal slit through her dress. A moment later, Carol and Tex sauntered back into the living room. Margie noted that Carol's lipstick was almost worn off and her bra had disappeared while she was with Tex in another room. Carol sank down into the couch and settled back against Tex. Her breasts seemed to come alive under her sheer white blouse, jiggling and swaying; her nipples a pair of dancing smudges, clearly visible in the dim light through the thin material. Mavis laughed loudly then looked at Margie with a broad grin when Milford started telling them how he had touched her up at their previous meeting. "Poor Marge here nearly jumped out of her chair when I put my hand under the table and slid my hand up her leg." Milford was saying. "Mind you, once she realized what I was up to, she just opened up and enjoyed it. Didn't you, darling?" Seeing no alternative, Margie shot back, "You're damn right, it was one hell of a turn on." As Milford continued with his tale of that exciting evening, Margie felt a light touch on her shoulder and glanced back to see Bobbie and Mavis standing behind the couch. It had been Bobbie who had tapped her shoulder. "Yes?" Margie said, wondering why he'd touched her shoulder. "Pardon us," Mavis said, but you have such beautiful breasts, we were wondering if you'd display them for us? I'll be only too happy to show you mine." "And," Bobbie laughed, "I'd be delighted to show you mine as well. Oops, I didn't mean my breasts though..." "Never mind," Margie laughed. "But I don't think I'll put my babies on display." "Just yet," Milford added and got a big laugh from everyone listening. Margie felt a glow of excitement heating up between her legs and gave Bobbie her best smile, "But when I do put them on display, Bobbie, sweetie, you'll be the first to see 'em," she purred. "What!" Milford blurted, feigning anger over being passed by as the first to see her breasts. "That's right, honey," Carol called over, "Pigs before swine, but it's a really close call." Everyone, including Milford and Bobbie roared their approval at her apt remark. Moments later, Bobbie and Mavis joined them on the couch, with Bobbie bookending Margie between himself and Lambert. As the laughter died down, Lambert's hand began roving the length of Margie's leg, and since she made no objection, he went even further, slipping through the slit and coming to rest on Margie's leg at the point her thigh high stocking ended. Margie drew in her breath a moment later when a second hand found its way under her dress. Before venturing a look at what had to be Bobbie, she glanced over at her husband and made eye contact with Carol, who raised her eyebrows in reply. "Having fun?" Milford whispered, leaning a little closer to Margie. "So far." she replied with a smile. "You'd have even more fun," Bobbie said softly on the other side of her "if you let yourself open up." "Perhaps you should pay more attention to the lady sitting next to you," she said coolly, hoping he would. Still, she took his suggestion to heart and widened her legs a few inches and immediately felt Milford's hand approach her pussy. "You three are awfully quiet." Mavis commented off-handedly. Then seeing where their hands were, "Why not yank her dress up around her hips, guys?" Guiltily, Margie tried to close her legs, but neither Milford nor Bobbie were about to let her do it; in fact, they pried her legs further apart, with Lambert actually sending a finger into her sopping wet pussy. "Ohhhh!" Margie exclaimed. "Milford's a master at work," Bobbie chirped and Mavis started to giggle. "She is worked up," Mavis said. "I can smell her arousal!" Milford laughed and stood up. "Back in a minute," he said and left the room. Margie was about as embarrassed as she'd ever been in her life, but couldn't bring herself to remove the hand that was fingering her openly. Her dress was now over the tops of her thigh-highs. Anyone interested in looking up her dress could do so with relative ease. Mavis laughed lewdly and said, "Bobbie, why not lower her top? You said earlier you wanted to see her boobs, babies, I recall Margie calling them," Ignoring her comment, Margie turned to her husband and said, "Ask her to dance, Vince, I'm waiting for Milford to get back. He'll only be another minute or so." "You don't mind?" "Of course not. Just don't jump her bones too fast; she's so thin she might fall apart." "Think she's anorexic?" "It's possible, but I'd like to know if I'm right about her boobs." "What about her boob's?" Vince asked as he stared at Mavis Wheaton's chest. "Duh, didn't I just finish telling you I thought they'd had some work?" "Oh ... right, you did. Um, I'm going to ask her," he said, obviously mesmerized by Mavis' breasts. Vince left his wife sitting on the couch and approached Mavis Wheaton. "Care to dance?" "All right, the skinny redhead replied, "but it's almost over." "I'm sure another tune will follow," Vince replied as he took her in his arms and began to sway to the music. The thin red strap of her dress slid down her left shoulder, in stark contrast to her pale skin. Mavis shrugged up that shoulder and the strap found its way back to its proper place. Vince thought he saw her breasts sway just a bit more-- Mavis leaned her head back and looked at Vince, the movement accentuated her breasts even more and she followed up by smoothing her dress so that his attention was slowly drawn downward to her pussy. A drop of sweat ran from his hairline, down his forehead. Mavis threw her arms around Vince and sensuously licked the drop of perspiration from his brow with her pink tongue. ------- Milford returned carrying a small package, and made his way past his wife, Carol, who was sitting next to Tex Wheaton with her hand on his thigh. He leaned in and gave her a perfunctory peck on the cheek and whispered something into Wheaton's right ear. As he turned toward Margie, Wheaton sent his left hand into Carol's bodice and brought her breast out into view. Milford sat next to Margie and, placing the package on the table in front of them, pulled her to him and sent his tongue so far into her mouth that Margie thought he might be performing a tonsillectomy on her. In the center of the living room Vince placed his palms against the reed thin, Mavis' hips and enjoyed the feel of her hipbones sway under his hands. "Move them higher, I think you'll enjoy it more," she whispered huskily into his ear. He brushed his fingertips across the silky fabric of her dress, felt what had to be the underside of a pair of fantastic tits and explored further, his fingers tingling as Mavis' nipples stiffened under his touch. Beneath the sounds of the music and his breathing, he was aware of people murmuring. He registered the fact then ignored it as Mavis dropped her hands to his ass and pulled his hips in tight. His right thigh fit nicely between her legs; he slid one hand down her back, scraping his thumbnail along the cloth, until his thumb was hooked comfortably into the cleft of her jutting ass through the dress. Mavis moaned into his mouth as he tasted the sweetness of her lips. He smelled her, musky and warm, and when he pulled back to look at her he saw her eyes were half-closed, and he decided to lick her lower earlobe. ------- The doorbell chimed, and Milford left Margie to answer it. A tall, lean man in a blue, pinstriped suit stood at the entrance; just behind him was a lovely brunette in a dark blue dress. "Ah, you must be the Mims, welcome, I'm Milford Lambert. My wife Carol and I have heard many good things about you. Come on in, unfortunately, the party's already started." "Sorry we're late. It couldn't be helped; there was a terrible accident on the parkway that had us stalled for over an hour." "It happens," Lambert said, as he escorted them into the living room and performed introductions all around. Drake and Shanna Mims had been to these type gatherings before and quickly sorted out who was with whom for the moment, and Shanna Mims gravitated over to Bobbie Radford and promptly sat on his lap. "I'll try to make up for lost time, sugar," she said and kissed him warmly on the lips. "Hi, I'm Drake, and you must be..." "Ginger, Ginger Radford. Your lovely wife seems taken with my Bobbie." "That's what happens at these affairs as I recall," he replied. "You have a wonderful memory," Ginger said with a broad smile. "Would you happen to remember where the master bedroom is?" "Ginger, I'll be perfectly honest with you; I've never been here before, but I love to explore erotic places, and if you'll come with me, I bet we'll find it in no time at all." Laughing delightedly, Ginger took Drake's hand and followed him out of the room. ------- Lambert watched Drake lead Ginger toward one of the master bedrooms and then after nodding to his wife, Carol, returned to sit next to Margie. "So are you going to tell me what's in the package? Margie inquired, already giddy with sexual excitement. "Why don't you guess, my dear?" While this little conversation was taking place, Carol was quietly circulating among the other guests, whispering to each. She even ventured out to intercept Vince and Mavis, still, shall we say, dancing in the middle of the room. Although to be candid about it, they were no longer dancing. Vince was alternating between Frenching Mavis's lovely mouth and neck and squeezing her right breast, which had come into plain view following some excited handling. At Carol's words, the couple came to an abrupt stop and turned to face Margie and Milford, as did almost everyone else. "Is it a sex toy?" Margie asked, eyes glittering with excitement. "Not really," Lambert answered. "But if it were, would you use it in front of these nice people?' Margie laughed lewdly. "If you thought I should, sure," she replied. "Open it, they want to see your expression when you do," he said teasing her to some extent. Like a child at a birthday party, Margie tore open the package and found a small box. "Oh..." she gasped. "Did you buy me jewelry?" "Open it and see," he said. Opening the small box, Margie found a pair of diamond earrings that glittered brightly. "My God, Milford ... they must have cost a fortune!" "There is a catch, my dear," he said with a smile. Holding one of the earrings in her hand so the others could see it, she replied, "And what would that be?" "I want you to perform for us. I want you to be our entertainment ... well the better part of it for the evening. Do that and the earring are yours." "You ... have something in mind?" she asked tentatively. "Are you accepting the challenge?" "Yes ... I guess I am. Vince ... are you okay with this?" The question had certain plaintiveness to it. Vince knew she wanted the diamond earrings. And as they had come to the Lambert's fully expecting to pair off with at least one or two others he saw no problem with her accepting the gift, although there seemed to be an element of his wife prostituting herself to obtain the earrings. "Go for it baby," he answered as his hand wrapped around Mavis' waist and pulled her closer to him. "All right, Milford. What am I expected to do?" Margie said with a forced smile. "Gentlemen and ladies, let's move all the furniture against the walls. We need more room, Lambert said. The guests jumped into action, moving couches and chairs as instructed but leaving the large coffee table in the center of the floor. Carol produced several large bath towels and laid them over the top of the coffee table. When she straightened up, she laughed and then addressed the others. "It appears that Mr. Mims and Mrs. Radford are making good use of our bedroom down the hall. From the way they're going I wouldn't be surprised to hear some interesting sounds coming our way shortly." A quiet mirth spread around the room, as each person formed a mental picture of what was going on 'down the hall.' And then everyone's attention focused on Margie, who stood just here she'd been for the last few minutes. "May I have your attention, please?" Lambert called out. "Will everyone, everyone except for Mrs. Morgan that is, please get naked?" Margie appeared stunned at the request. Everyone else began stripping. Margie found that she was focusing on the men, ignoring the women as everyone disrobed. She took note of Bobbie Radford cock encased in a tiny wisp of g-string material and smiled as he shook his well proportioned appendage out of it and into plain sight. "Yes," Milford sang out, "Old Bobbie's really hung, isn't he?" What hit Margie first was that Bobbie was not erect, but his penis must have been at least eight inches as it hung out of the small sack that passed for a g-string. Milford's big dick was no surprise to her; nor was her husband's, and she glossed over them in her haste to evaluate the remaining man facing her. Tex, waited until he was certain her eyes were on him before exposing himself to her. He was fully engorged and made his cock jump at the moment Margie's eyes focused on his manhood – all ten inches of thick meat. The word, 'Jesus!' formed on her lips, but went unpronounced as the knowledge that all these men would have carnal knowledge of her in the ensuing moments. Margie was stunned for a moment and had her eyes riveted on the respective men's genitals for several long seconds before turning them on the women, who were not entirely nude. . Carol Lambert wore a lacy-white garter belt with matching hose attached by garters. Margie caught herself wondering why she would wear such attire when thigh-high hose performed the same function without the necessity of garters, and then realized it was for the eye-catching appeal the garter belt would have on the men present. Mavis Wheaton stood beside Margie's husband, with her missile-shaped breasts jutting proudly forward, and emerald green, crotchless panties revealing her shaven pussy for all to see. Only Ginger Radford was actually nude, and she was now posing with one foot up on a hassock, thereby opening her pussy enough to flash the pink to anyone caring enough to glance her way. Lambert stepped forward, and spoke clearly and distinctly. "And now Margie, the floor is all yours. You can direct anyone or everyone to do whatever you want them to do... "To you." Now Margie began to grasp what was expected of her. She was to make their entertainment. But how? It only took a moment for her to reach a decision. "Mavis, please lose the panties, ' she said coolly. Mavis complied, and her excitement was revealed by a certain glistening sparkle on the lips of her shaven pussy. "Would the ladies please be seated on the couch and chairs over there," she pointed out which couch she meant, and they quickly went to it and sat. Margie swallowed, before speaking again, then said, "Gentlemen, will you form a line facing the ladies. Please don't put yourself in front of your wives." Margie studied the seven individuals before her. Her husband, Vince was facing Mavis as she thought he would. Milford faced Shanna, and lastly, Tex was looking down at Carol's missiles. Just then Drake and Ginger strode back into the room. They were, as far as Margie was concerned, conveniently nude. "Ah, one last change, I'm afraid," Margie said giddy with her new found power. "Ginger, will you have a seat alongside the other ladies?" Thank you. And let's see Bobbie will you move over to Ginger?" "No can do, Margie," Milford said. "They're already a couple." "Oh, I'm so sorry," Margie replied, "My bad. Vince, please stand by Ginger. Bobbie please stand by Mavis. Vince glared at his wife for a second, and then complied. "I know that leaves Drake and me out of the loop, but it will do for the moment. I think you'll all agree Drake in currently incapacitated, at least for the moment, but then I'm also sure it's only temporary. So if you will, Drake, please stand next to me." Margie took a moment to scan the women facing her. There was an unmistakable hunger in their eyes. Then she said, "Ladies, please spread your legs. Show those lovely cunts to the men standing in front of you." The three women on the couch, Mavis, Shanna and Carol responded and Shanna made it seem more erotic by putting a knee over the leg of each woman beside her, leaving her looking as if she was sitting in a gynecologist's examination chair. Not to be outdone, Mavis and Carol promptly hooked their outside legs over the arm of the couch, thereby displaying their cunts in similar fashion as Shanna had, bringing a frown to Shanna's face and a chuckle from the men. Margie glanced at Ginger who was seated in a large easy chair. As Margie's eyes settled on her, Ginger, almost guiltily raised her legs up and placed them on the arms of her chair. There was a soft exclamation from Vince on seeing what had to be Drake's semen oozing from Ginger's open cunt. When Margie saw what her husband did a second later, she gasped, but retained her composure. It's not the first cream pie I've ever seen, she thought as she searched for her next words. Margie took a moment to examine the men's erections as they jerked and bobbed before their potential partners, and then said, "Ladies, I know you're anxious to get going, so why not begin by putting a finger or three up your respective holes and stir the honey in there?" All four women immediately did just that. None of them could contain the satisfied groans that came from their throats almost in sync with the others. "Gentlemen, please provide your ladies with a little bump and grind and make those cocks dance with joy!" Lambert turned his head to Margie as he along with the others complied, "Enjoying this, Marge?" "I am, Milford, thank you for asking." "Keep it hard, gentlemen," she called out. "If it means stroking it some, do it." At that point, with the women fingering themselves and the men stroking their cocks, Margie flipped off her pumps, and with Drake's assistance, stood on the towel covered coffee table. "Attention please!" Drake called out. "I believe it's Showtime!" Margie stood on the table, legs apart and let her dark hair down, tossing it over a shoulder and then bowing her head so that it fell across her face, effectively hiding her from view. All eyes are on her now, although Mavis has taken Bobbie's cock in hand and given it a tentative lick, she is also watching Margie's every move. With a slow, deliberate motion, she teased them all; men and women alike, lowering the spaghetti straps and allowing the top edge of her dress to slip slowly down her body. As the sewn edge of the material stuck on the hard points of her nipples, Margie giggled and rolled her shoulders provocatively, releasing the nipples with an inaudible pop. Moments later, the dress cascaded toward the table top, exposing her taut tummy and pantied hips. Drake was the first to call attention to the dark patch of Margie's crotch. "See how wet she is!" Laughing and curious, Margie bent over to see for herself and exclaimed, "Look I came without using my hands!" Everyone in the room burst out laughing. And spying Mavis's mouth on Bobbie's cock, she quipped, "Hey, if I'm not using my hands, neither can you!" Then as if to prove her point, Margie carefully balanced herself on one foot and brought the other leg ever so slowly up to her knee before reaching down to take hold of the sole of the foot, pulling it even higher. This action served to widen her thighs, making the wet spot on her mons veneris more pronounced that it had been. Everyone else in the room stopped moving. Fingers fell out of pussies; hands released throbbing erections; all eyes locked in on Margie's every move. Slowly, Margie kept raising the foot. Vince was stunned. He had never seen his wife do anything like this before. She had, of course, performed the occasional striptease for his benefit in the past, but that had been nothing like this. The foot came to rest when her heel came to rest in her crotch, covering the wet zone. In fact, when she felt it come to rest on her clitoris, she smiled out at her audience and spoke. "It would seem that I'm the last person in the room to touch one's self. If you'll kindly take note, I am balanced precariously on one foot while masturbating my pussy with the other. You have noticed the spot on my panties, um, that would explain my reason for leaving them on this long. Now if Mr. Mims here will assist me and keep me from falling I'll get on with things." Drake placed his hands on her body, bracing Margie as she brought her leg back down. "Thank you, Mr. Mims," she said and deftly peeled the panties from her body and handed them to him. "A gift for your kind help in a time of need," she said laughing wantonly. Drake pressed the moistened undies into his face and inhaled. "Mmmm, delightful aroma here," he shouted as he brandished her panties in the air. "Why not give them all a whiff, Mr. Mims?" Drake went first to the chair where Vince stood by Ginger. "Care to have a sniff?" he asked Ginger, who quickly accepted the panties, spread them apart to locate the moisten spot and slowly licked the wet gusset from top to bottom and then handed them to Vince. Not to be outdone, Vince put the crotch between his teeth and chewed and sucked away for several rather long seconds before relinquishing the panties to a somewhat startled Mims. "I, um, I'm familiar with that odor and taste. I highly recommend it," he said and drew a chorus of cheers from the others present, including Margie, who clapped her hands joyously. As the panties reach those around the couch Margie realized she had to recapture their attention again and called for quiet. "Please, enjoy the um, fragrance as my um, present reaches you; but if the others would please resume either fingering or jacking off I would appreciate it. Oh ... if anyone and I mean anyone, has an orgasm they will have to leave the room." Several women almost stop masturbating. None of the men have been stroking themselves enough to be in danger of coming before told too. Satisfied that she had regained control of the situation, Margie faced her audience and squatted on the coffee table and began to stimulate her own clit. Her face is perfectly aligned with the women's cunts. Deciding to reciprocate, Margie changed positions so that she sat on the edge of the table facing her audience. Her calves were hooked over the side of the table, leaving her spread about as wide as she could possibly be without someone pulling each leg further apart. But Margie went that extra mile, as it were, and using her fingers, she pried her cuntal lips apart, revealing the pink flesh of her inner vaginal walls. "Let the game begin!" She yelled, and the men as one, advanced on her, leaving the other women behind. A second later, five throbbing cocks are extended over her. Tex's formidable weapon is actually touching her right breast. "Oh, Tex," she exclaimed, "It feels like you're on fire!" "I am, Margie. For you, I am." "Guys, can you see my clittie?" They quickly admitted that they could indeed see it. The other women could resist no longer, and joined the men around Margie as she teased them and herself by using her middle finger to tease her engorged clit up and down then back and forth. "If you'll all pardon me," she said giddily, "I'm making up for lost time here." I may have been the last to start pleasuring myself, but I make up for the lost time quickly. Why don't you all join me? Oh, and you guys ... I want you all to come on me. I don't care where, but get it all, or most of it on me, understand?" The men roared their agreement and began masturbating. Margie's eyes widened as she saw that they seemed to have different techniques. And this surprised her. She had watched her husband masturbate many times and had thought other men performed in similar fashion, but on seeing Drake using a sort of twisting motion, she glanced at Vince and noted his style was just a simple pumping up and down. This caused her to watch Tex, who had a different approach entirely. Tex was using the palms of his hands and rolling them over his penis as if he was clay snake and he would add some saliva to his hands every so often. Milford was also unique in that he was pinching his nipples with his left hand and jerking himself furiously with his right. The differences in their masturbatory styles caused Margie to reexamine the women's technique. It too had shades of difference to it. For example, Shanna had three fingers jammed into her snatch with her palm pressed down on her clit. Ginger was flicking her finger over her clit so fast that her movements were just a blur to Maggie's eyes. Carol was pinching her nipples extremely hard, and pulling them way out from her huge breasts. Margie thought it awfully painful and wouldn't have attempted it unless wanting to replicate Carol's feelings as she climaxed. Mavis, the closest woman to Margie, wasn't rubbing her clit at all, she had her index finger hooked into the entrance of her vagina, obviously having located her g-spot and garnering the incredible sensations to be obtained from that wonderful little inner bulge. "I'm getting close," Margie moaned. One by one, the men told her they too were near. Margie tried something almost laughable with them at that moment. "Five ... four ... cum with me guys! Three ... Two ... One!" Suddenly the room was full of grunts, ragged breathing, howls and little whimpers as the men managed to synchronize their ejaculations and splattered their respective loads on varied parts of Margie's anatomy. Without being asked the women also stove to cum on the desired count and three of the five did so with the other two followed seconds later. Margie took the greatest pleasure as her orgasm coincided with the hot splash of jizm landing on her face, hands, breasts, belly and thighs. Several ropes of sperm even flew past her to land on Shanna and Carol, who happened to be closer to Margie than the others. When the men finished ejaculating, Margie, in a husky voice asked the women to help cleanse her of their semen. Without a word of protest, all the women dropped to their knees and began licking the sticky stuff off her body. Mavis giggled as she proceeded, using her fingers to scoop a gob up and offering it to the nearest man standing by her, who happened to be Vince. Vince accepted the gob, swallowing it without question. Margie realized that Milford was also kneeling beside the women and using his tongue to garner the small residue available to him. This act on the part of her men touched her heart. Suddenly, Carol was kissing her passionately. As Margie gave herself to the other's hungry mouth, she felt someone else between her thighs, and moments later a hot tongue was licking voraciously at her cunt. Just as her climax hit, she felt a feminine mouth close down on her left nipple. This is wonderful, she thought, just wonderful! A moment later an unmistakably male mouth seized upon the remaining nipple. Even better, Margie told herself, as her climax reached its peak. But the group kept at her. When Carol relinquished her mouth, Mavis squatted over her and lowered her cunt for Margie to sample, which she did. Another woman ... was it Shanna? Replaced the unknown party that had been licking furiously at her twat. Her treatment – Margie was positive it was a woman – quickly brought on another orgasm. Other mouths found her nipples and cunt and then the men were hard again, taking turns filling her cunt with their larger than normal sized appendages. Even maneuvering her so that she underwent successive double penetrations and all the while the women took turns sitting on Margie's face as she ate each one out, two of the women had a second round with her. Before Margie finished for the evening, she accepted each male penis in her mouth, enjoying them all. And when she finally lay sated for the night, she had one recurring thought. I am loved. I have been loved, and everything I ever coveted has come to me. But I'm not satisfied. I know that I'll see someone, either male or female and want to know what they are like. I want them all. I covert everyone. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2011-10-14 Last Modified: 2012-05-28 / 04:16:26 pm ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------