"Swapped wife" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kyle Robert)

CHAPTER TWO

Sheila was shocked. She couldn't understand how Marge could sit there and talk about mate swapping as though it were nothing more unusual than going to the movies. Sheila eyed Marge carefully as she talked.

"You'd really dig swinging. I know you would. I was a little leery about it when Harry first brought it up a few years ago. We don't swing all the time. Just once a month or so. Really, Sheila, you and Brad ought to give it a try."

"I don't know," Sheila replied. "Brad and I like sex, and that idea you gave us about making love in strange places was great, but letting my husband fuck somebody else is something different."

"You wouldn't mind fucking somebody besides Brad if you had the chance, though, would you?"

Sheila blushed, and she groped for words. "I, well, I didn't say that."

"Go ahead. Admit it. There are plenty of guys you'd like to ball."

Marge had her trapped and Sheila knew it. It was true. She would like to try swinging, but she hated to admit it. She thought about the men she had fucked before she was married. Brad was great at fucking, but what the hell, variety was the spice of life.

"Marge, don't be ridiculous. Besides, we wouldn't even know how to get started. I mean with who, or anything like that."

"You could start with us. I know Harry would be happy to oblige and so would I."

"No thanks. If Brad would go for it, I know he wouldn't do it with anybody we know. No offense intended. I just wouldn't want my husband fucking my best friend."

"Okay, if you're going to be bashful about it, I'll make it easy for you." Marge got up and went into the den. When she came back, she had a magazine in her hand. "Here, this will help you get started," Marge said as she handed the magazine to Sheila.

On the cover was a picture of a nude woman sitting at a desk writing a letter. A man, also nude, was looking over her shoulder. Sheila had never seen a swingers' magazine before, and she was amazed at what she saw. She leafed through the pages, glancing at the hundreds of ads placed by couples who were looking for willing swappers. Some of the ads were accompanied by pictures of men and women with very little or no clothing on.

"Take it home with you. We used to answer those adds all the time, until we met a group around here and now we don't need to."

Sheila was a little hesitant about taking the magazine borne. She wondered what Brad would think. Then she decided to take it. She'd pass it off as a joke and say she was just humoring Marge. That way Brad wouldn't think she was trying to promote anything. And if he got interested, well, who knows? she thought to herself.

Brad had had a frustrating day at the bank, and he was more in the mood for martinis than food when he got home, so Sheila mixed a big shaker of them and poured them both a drink. They relaxed and talked while they sipped a second and then a third martini, and soon Sheila realized that they were both getting a little high. As it often did, their conversation had drifted onto the subject of sex, and Sheila decided it would be a good time to bring out the swingers' magazine.

"Say, I've got to show you what Marge insisted that I bring home," Sheila said innocently. She pulled the magazine from behind some books on the bookcase where she had hidden it and handed it to Brad.

"I've never seen anything like it. Have you?" She giggled a little. "My little friend, Marge, is really a horny one."

"Where in the hell did she get this?" Brad asked as he flipped through the pages.

"I don't know where she got it, but I do know that she said she and Harry used to answer some of the ads."

"What? Marge and Harry are swingers? I don't believe it!" Brad was really shocked. Marge and Harry just didn't look like the type.

"I couldn't believe it myself," Sheila replied. "I thought she and Harry just sat around and watched TV most of the time. Just shows you how wrong you can be I guess."

Brad began to study some of the ads while Sheila looked over his shoulder. The ads were listed by states and major cities within the states. When they came to the Chicago area, both of them began to read the ads ward for word. Sheila wondered if Brad was really interested or just curious. She also wondered about herself.

"Well, I'll be damned," Brad said finally. "I never knew swingers were so well organized. I guess we're just behind the times."

Dinner was ready, so they dropped the subject for the time being. Neither was sure of what the other was thinking. The idea of swapping had crossed Brad's mind more than once, but he had always assumed that Sheila wouldn't go for it. Now, he wasn't sure.

Several weeks went by without either of them bringing the subject up. Finally one evening when they were driving home from a cocktail party, Brad found the opening he had been waiting for.

"God, that party was a drag," Sheila complained as she leaned back against the headrest. "I've never been so bored in all my life. I could have screamed and run out of there."

"Well maybe we should try to meet some interesting people," Brad said casually.

"What do you mean? What kind of people?" Sheila asked, turning her head toward him as he guided the car through the late-evening traffic.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe the kind that Marge was talking to you about. They ought to be a lively group. Not boring at least."

"What's the matter, don't I satisfy you any more?" Sheila said, trying to inject a tone of annoyance into her voice.

"Don't be silly. Of course you do. I just thought maybe we could use a little variety."

Sheila had already made up her mind that she would like to try swinging, and she was glad that her husband seemed willing to try it, too. She didn't want to sound too eager, though. Somehow she thought it would be better if Brad thought she had to be talked into it.

They batted the subject back and forth the rest of the way home. Sheila pretended to be shocked that Brad would suggest such a thing. But, by the time they got home, Sheila had let him talk her into it. They decided to get out the swingers' magazine and answer one of the ads.

They opened the magazine to the Chicago section and began examining the ads. A picture of a young brunette lying on a bed attracted Brad's attention. The woman was wearing only a pair of see-through panties and was lying on her stomach. She was leaning on her elbows so that her ample tits hung down from her body. Brad read the ad underneath the picture.

"Chicago couple in their late twenties want to meet other couples for fun and pleasure. Will entertain overnight at our home. Both like to do what turns you on the most. Will teach novices. Those sending photos get quick reply."

"How about this one?" Brad asked. "Looks like they'd be ideal for us."

"She'd be ideal for you, maybe," Sheila replied. "But there's no picture of him. How do I know what I'm getting?"

"Well, they want a picture of us, so we'll ask for one of them. If you don't like what you see, we'll forget them."

"Okay, but what kind of a picture are we going to send? I don't like the idea of posing nude for total strangers."

"How about one of those we had taken on our vacation?" Brad said. Sheila rummaged through her dresser and found a picture of her and Brad wearing swimming suits. She had on a very brief bikini. That ought to be good enough, she thought.

They composed a reply to the ad and enclosed the pictures. Brad mailed the envelope the next day and their venture into swinging was launched.

Almost a month went by and they heard nothing. They were beginning to think they weren't going to get a reply from the couple in the ad when Sheila opened the mail one day and there it was. The letter was written by a girl named Carol, and she thanked them for answering their ad. She said that she and her husband, Jon, were eager to get together with them and said that Jon would give them a phone call in a few days. She had included a snapshot of her and Jon lying naked on a bed. Jon was rather heavily built with thick, muscular legs. They were lying on their sides facing each other, so that even though they were nude, the picture wasn't too revealing. Sheila found herself wondering how big his cock was.

She found out a couple of weeks later. Jon had called Brad and arranged their first "party". Jon suggested that Sheila and Brad come over for dinner the next Saturday night. It seemed funny to Brad that Jon's phone call was very casual and ordinary. There wasn't any mention of sex at all, Jon merely told him where they lived and what time to be there.

Sheila's biggest problem was in deciding what to wear. She finally chose a white, tight-fitting dress that clung to her curvy body like a glove. The dress was low cunt in front and designed to be worn without a bra. The front of the neckline plunged well below her tits and her well-formed nipples poked at the thin material. The floor-length dress was split about halfway up her thigh on the left side. The white, shiny material contrasted with her dark skin and black hair. She looked sexy as hell and she knew it.

"How do I look?" she asked Brad as he came into the bedroom just as she was finishing dressing. "Great. Good enough to eat, in fact," he replied with a grin.

"Well, that's the idea," she retorted.

Since making up their minds to try swinging, they had begun to talk about it openly. They no longer made any secret of the fact that they wanted to experiment with other sex partners. Just the thought of it turned them both on.

But during the hour drive to Jon and Carol's, a tense sense of anticipation began to build up. They exchanged small talk just to make conversation, but they couldn't keep their minds on it. Sheila looked down at her low-cut dress. Suddenly she felt very naked. She thought of asking Brad to turn back.

After what seemed like an eternity, Brad pulled up in front of Jon and Carol's house. It was a large split-level with a spacious yard and lots of trees.

They were greeted at the front door by both Jon and Carol, who ushered them into a large living room with a high, open-beam ceiling. It was a chilly night, and a fire in a gigantic fireplace at the opposite end of the living room looked inviting.

Sheila had wondered if her sexy outfit might be overdoing it a bit, but one look at Carol told her that she had nothing to worry about. Carol's well-rounded figure was only partly hidden underneath a silky lounging outfit. Her tits and nipples were easily viewed through the sheer pink material and her tight-fitting pants showed off the lovely curves of her asscheeks and the fine lines of her shapely thighs. The outline of her bikini panties added to the tantalizing effect of her attire. "What can I get you to drink?" Jon asked as he took their coats. Brad and Sheila both asked for Scotch and sodas, which he quickly produced from a bar near the fireplace. He poured another Scotch and soda for Carol and a bourbon and water for himself.

They chatted on about a number of things, just like any couples getting acquainted. After several drinks Carol announced that dinner was ready. As she got up, Brad eyed her carefully. She was medium height, about the same as Sheila. Her blonde hair was cut short. She had a pretty face with fragile features. Her tits were round and firm, the kind that beg to be fondled and kissed. Her nipples seemed permanently erect, and they never stopped poking out against the thin material of her blouse.

After dinner, Brad poured four glasses of expensive French cognac. It warmed Sheila's throat as she sipped it and made her feel warm and sensual. Forgotten were her thoughts of chickening out. Now she was looking forward to it.

Sheila studied ion as he stood near the fireplace, his face illuminated by the flickering light. He was saying something, but she didn't hear him. Instead, she was concentrating on his large, athletic physique.

"How about some more cognac?" he was saying. If he hadn't moved toward her, she wouldn't have realized he was talking to her. She looked at her glass and was surprised to see that it was empty.

"Yes, that would be fine," she smiled, and handed her glass to Jon. He filled her glass and then sat down next to her on the small couch. Suddenly, she was aware that they were alone. Brad and Carol had drifted off somewhere without her even noticing it. She sipped her cognac and looked at Jon.

Then it began. Gently, he took the glass from her hand and pulled her close to him. She felt her soft tits crush against his chest as they kissed. She opened her mouth slightly and slipped her tongue between his lips to let him know that she was ready and eager. His hands caressed her back, and she felt herself quiver with sensual anticipation.

He didn't rush it. He kissed her for several minutes on the lips, and then he began nibbling at her neck. She squirmed with delight as she felt his hot tongue lick at her soft skin and send little shocks of joy rippling through her. He kissed his way down the vee of her neckline, just barely brushing his lips against the inner edges of her tits.

She pressed her lips against his ear and let her warm breath float over her tongue as she teased him with it. Then he slipped one strap of her dress over her shoulder. He paused, and then slipped the other strap off. Then he eased the straps down over her arms, pulling the front of her dress away from her naked tits.

Her shimmering boobs glowed in the firelight. Her nipples stood out hard and firm, ready to be felt and sucked. She watched him drink in the naked beauty of her tits.

"You're lovely," he murmured as he bent forward to kiss the inviting flesh she so willingly offered to him. He kissed the top of her right tit first. She gasped as she felt his mouth cover her nipple. His hands were at her hips and she felt herself lifting her body so he could slide her dress down her legs. He gasped at her longingly as she leaned back on the couch clad only in her brief bikini panties.

As he looked at her, she stood up and walked over to the blazing fire. Slowly, she eased the panties from her hips and let the tiny garment fall to the floor. She pressed her satiny thighs together and rotated her hips while he drank in her naked beauty. She beckoned to him to come closer, and when he did, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. Sheila reached for his cock, and she shuddered with pleasure as she felt its steel-like hardness.

"I'm going to love fucking you," she whispered as she kissed his ear again. She wondered if the words shocked him. But she didn't care. She felt like saying it.

As Jon stripped out of his clothes, Sheila danced around the room to the slow, dreamy music that she now was conscious of for the first time. When he was naked, she came closer and their bodies melted together as they locked their mouths together in a long, wet kiss. The feel of Jon's hard cock against her belly was sheer delight for Sheila. She loved the feel of a hard prick, and his felt especially good.

Jon reached for her tit and squeezed it in his powerful hand. He caressed and kneaded her sensuous flesh until she moaned with wanton pleasure and ground her horny cunt into his crotch. She felt his balls against her wet pussylips and she wiggled her hips so that his balls rolled back and forth over the seductive opening to her cunt.

Jon pulled her down to the floor with him and they lay side by side on the soft, thick carpet, the flames from the fire warming their naked bodies. He kissed her tits again, this time nearly sucking them from her chest as he pulled the soft flesh deep into his mouth. She stroked his bare back, and then she ran her hand down over his muscular ass. Her fingernails dug into his flesh, making him wriggle with pain and pleasure. She eased her fingers into his ass crack and toyed with his asshole while his tongue lapped at her nipple.

Then he began kissing his way down her naked belly until his lips were just above her black cunt hair. He brushed his lips gently over the soft hair and breathed in the delightful aroma of her cunt. He descended to her knees and lifted her left leg into the air. Slowly, he began licking the sensitive skin on the back of her knee. It was fantastic. She had never known that this part of her body could feel so sexy.

Jon slowly moved his hot lips to the inside of her thigh and planted a wet kiss there. Her flesh tingled. She wanted to cry out with joy. Closer and closer he came to her crotch until his lips touched the juicy opening to her cunt. He touched his lips ever so lightly to her horny slit and then he swung his body around.

Sheila's eyes had been half-closed as he delighted her lusty body, but now she looked up and saw his giant cock just a few inches from her face. His cock pulsed with excitement, and she quickly reached for it. She ran her fingers lightly over his stiff prick and then cupped his balls in her hand. She squeezed them gently, feeling the pent-up juices that would soon be breaking from their dam.

Jon moved his mouth tight against her longing cuntlips. She spread her legs to make it easier for him and waited. He drove his tongue deep into her pussy and felt the wet walls of her inner cunt. Her cunt muscles flexed in joy as she felt his tongue wiggle against her flesh. He lapped at her pussy and sucked on her cunt until she nearly exploded.

She flashed her tongue over his hard cock and licked his balls. She wiggled and jerked her cunt against his face as she tasted the skin of his stiff prick. Sheila ran her wet tongue up the length of his cock. She sucked it between her soft lips and felt it fill her mouth. She hugged his cock with her tongue as she sucked it far into her mouth. Her hand grabbed his balls and gave them a good squeeze as she sucked at the smooth purplish flesh of his cockhead.

He was eating her cunt wildly now. His tongue drilled into her gaping hole as though it were a prick. Again and again his tongue charged into her hot cunt as she wiggled her hips and begged for more. Then her pulsing clit became the object of his attention, and Sheila was about to go out of her mind with wanton ecstasy.

Jon pressed his tongue against her erect clit, and teased it time and again by licking it and then pulling away. Each time he took his hot, swirling tongue from her cunt, it was pure torture. She couldn't stand to have her throbbing nubbin go unattended. He sucked it between his lips and lashed at it furiously with his tongue, making her moan and pant in raw heat.

As she felt him drive her body wild, she sucked his cock faster and faster. She took his entire prick into her mouth. She could suck him all night, Sheila thought to herself. But Jon had other ideas.

He pulled his face away from her cunt and turned to cover her body with his own.

"Oh, yes, fuck me!" Sheila panted. "I need you! I need you!"

Their nakedness shone in the flickering firelight. Sheila felt as though she were about to be fucked by a Greek God as she looked over his shoulder at the dancing flames. She couldn't wait to feel his hard cock slide into her cunt.

Her body turned to jelly as she felt his cock slip between her swollen pussylips and press against her cunt walls. She met his massive thrusts with violent jerks of her hips. Sheila spread her legs wide and then wrapped her naked thighs around his body and held him in a viselike grip. He rammed his cock into her harder and harder, and she felt herself thrill with the stinging pleasure of his big prick rubbing against her soft cunt flesh.

Sheila lifted her body up to meet his surging cock. It was so wonderful to feel his hard rod driving into her time and again. She loved it and craved it. His rampaging cock set her aflame, and she felt that she was about to come. She bit her lip until she almost made herself cry out with pain. Her cunt was boiling. She was lost in a sexual frenzy that nearly made her pass out.

Faster and faster Jon drilled his cock into her lusty body, and faster and faster she felt her cunt flexing under his thrusts. Her dam burst and her orgasm flooded over her like a torrent of pure bliss. Her curt milked his cock while his jism filled her channel until it overflowed, and his sticky cum ran down the cheeks of her ass.

Jon felt himself explode as Sheila's cunt gripped him and drank his jism. His prick felt warm and alive as he continued to pump into her until he felt that last drops of his cum drained from his balls.

Sheila clung to him as he rolled over on his back and pulled her with him, his cock still firmly embedded within her satisfied cunt.

"That was beautiful, just beautiful," Sheila murmured. She nuzzled her soft lips against Jon's neck and kissed him. She was surprised that his cock was still rock hard in her cunt. Then the full realization of what had happened hit her. She was lying naked on top of a man she had just met a couple of hours before.

Just thinking about having a strange prick in her cunt made her dizzy with excitement. She had fucked him for the pure pleasure of it. He was good at it and so was she. They had really turned each other on, and now they were basking in the afterglow of their achievement. It was great. She loved it.

Then as she closed her eyes and let her mind wander, she thought about Brad. Her husband was fucking another woman! she thought. She pictured Brad and Carol lying naked on the bed. She wondered what they were doing now. A vision of Brad going down on Carol flipped across Sheila's mind.

Suddenly all sorts of images raced through her brain. She pictured her husband and Carol doing everything imaginable. Her wanton fantasy was exhilarating. Finally, she imagined Brad shoving his hard cock into Carol's waiting cunt. Card was lifting her hips up to meet him and they were off on a surging series of fucking motions. Although she was just imagining it, it seemed very real.

In a few seconds, she knew why. Sheila didn't know how long she had been doing it, but now she was conscious of the fact that she was undulating her body and feeling Jon's rigid prick sliding in and out of her. Her cunt was still churning with her first orgasm and now she was well on her way to another. She opened tier mouth and covered Jon's lips. Their tongues slid together as they pumped their bodies back and forth.

Sheila closed her eyes again and thought about Brad and Carol. She saw their naked bodies locked together as she felt Jon's cock ramming deep within her cunt. It was too much! She wished Brad and Carol were lying right next to her so she could really watch. Then another thought hit her. It would be fantastic if Brad could watch her being fucked by another man! That idea really turned her on, and she pumped her hips furiously as she felt Jon's cock slide along her cunt walls.

Their bodies crashed together as their orgasms burst over them. She could feel Jon's cock expand and empty his load of cum into her cunt. They kept on moving together, not wanting the delicious moment of pleasure to end. Sheila felt as though she could came forever.

Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Brad was getting a taste of what Carol had to offer. Since she knew Brad was new to swinging, Carol decided to take the lead. She didn't understand why, but she knew some men felt funny about making it with somebody else's wife. Things usually went better if she played the role of the aggressor.

Carol was aware that most wives make their husbands do all the work in bed. In fact that was one reason that a lot of men liked to swap. Fucking their own wives had gotten to be routine and boring. A woman who came on strong could really get a man going.

Carol and Brad were kissing, their bodies rubbing tightly together. He was feeling the curves of her lovely asscheeks, and she was grinding her cunt against his stiff cock.

"I want to do something," Carol said with a girlish giggle as she backed away from him a little. "I want to undress you, strip you naked. Would you like that? Will you let me?"

She had caught Brad off guard. He hesitated a little. The idea sounded a little strange, but it was okay with him.

"Sure, I guess so," he said after a moment. She didn't say anything else as she unbuttoned his shirt and slid her hands over his bare chest. She pulled the shirt from him, and then went to work on his pants. In a second, she was slipping his pants and shorts down his legs. She helped him kick off his shoes and socks.

She looked at his nude body. His rigid prick stood straight up along his belly. She smiled at him and winked. "The more I see, the more I like."

His cock was throbbing as he watched her slip out of her blouse and bare her firm boobs to him. Her nipples were big and hard. He couldn't wait to suck them. Then she slid the bottoms to her outfit off, but left her bikini panties on. As she moved, her tits hardly jiggled. Resides being perfectly formed, they were as solid as fresh melons.

Slowly, she inched her panties down her legs and revealed her cunt to him. Her pussy hair was soft and fine and it left he puffy cuntlips completely exposed.

Carol shoved her body close to him and felt his hard dick press into the soft flesh of her slim belly. She reached behind him and thrilled at the feel of his muscular asscheeks. Their mouths met, and he lashed his wet tongue between her lips. She sucked on it as though it were a prick. He teased and tantalized her with it.

She twisted her sexy body against his cock. Her hard tits poked against his hairy chest, and he could feel her erect nipples burning his naked skin. They fucked each other's mouths with their tongues, feeling the warm dampness of their tongues as they slid together.

Then Brad pulled her to the bed. Instantly, she became a whirlwind of passion. Her lips were like a thousand fireflies. She was kissing him everywhere.

On the neck, on the chest, on the thighs. Her delicate hands swarmed over him, feeling every inch of his naked body. She caressed his balls and brushed his cock lightly with her fingers. His prick throbbed under her touch.

Her moist, wet lips were between his legs, and her tongue was lapping at the base of his cock. She licked at his balls, then opened her mouth wide and took his prick into her mouth. Brad nearly went out of his skull as Carol rolled his balls between her lips and lapped at them with her hot tongue. He couldn't keep from squirming. He felt as though he would explode. Her mouth was absolutely fantastic!

Releasing his balls from her wanton mouth, she turned her attention to his cock. She teased the base of his prick with her tongue. Her warm breath ignited his sensitive skin as she planted wet kisses on his shaft. She wasn't in any hurry. It took her a good two minutes to inch her lusty mouth up the length of his cock to its purplish head. Her tongue bathed the smooth head of his cock in dozens of swirling kisses. She was on her knees bending over him with her bare asscheeks sticking up into the air.

She put her whole mouth around the pulsing head of his cock and sucked. Her tongue drilled at his tiny opening as he pulled his prick deeper and deeper into her mouth. Her lips felt like velvet against his hard dick. She kept moving her mouth up and down over his prick until she knew he couldn't last much longer.

Before Brad knew what was happening, she had let his cock slip from her mouth and was lowering her snatch to his prick as she straddled his body facing him. She put her juicy cunt against the tip of his cock and lowered her body the rest of the way. Her open, wet slot sucked his prick up into her body, and her cunt walls stung with pleasure as she felt his prick slide between them. He worked his hard-on deeper into her flowing cunt until she was impaled on his rigid pole.

Chills of joy rippled through her body as she pushed his pulsing prick farther into her snatch. Her cunt walls tightened around his dick as he rammed it into her. His hands went to her tits. Brad couldn't believe it. Her firm knockers were like nothing he had ever felt before. They were so solid, yet they seemed to throb and grow under his touch. Her big nipples delighted him and he squeezed them tightly between his fingers, making her moan with pleasure.

She was twisting and moving her hips in a circle as she bent his cock in every direction. Carol lifted herself up slightly and let his cock slip from her cunt. She grabbed his vibrating prick and pressed it against her clit. Her tiny organ fit neatly against the opening of his cock. Brad could feel her lusty excitement taking control of her.

Then she put his cock between her cuntlips and he surged into her again. This time there was no fooling around. Their bodies crashed together like a pair of battering rams as they raced toward their orgasms. Her juices ran out of her cunt and soaked his balls.

Harder and harder she felt him jab his prick into her body until she felt her cunt spasm. She gasped as his jets of hot cum drenched her cunt. Brad felt himself come and pumped harder as his orgasm burned through his pounding dick. He felt their juices mingle and bathe his cock as her pussy drank up his load.

Carol lifted herself off Brad's cock and lay beside him. He gathered her in his arms and felt the warmth of her naked body against his own. She pressed her wet snatch against the side of his thigh and snuggled against him as they lay there in blissful silence.

Brad was just drifting off to sleep when he felt something warm and wet against his cock. He opened his eyes and saw Carol licking at his soft cock with her tongue. He watched her as she put his soft cock between her lips and sucked it into her mouth. Brad gazed at her in amazement as he felt his prick harden.

In seconds Brad felt himself starting to come, and soon his hot jism was splashing against the back of her throat and she was gulping it down and sucking for more. She pulled at the tip of his cock with her lips until every last drop of cum was drained from his balls.

Her thighs were pressed tightly together and she was wiggling her hips in a steady motion. Brad saw her shudder and knew that she was coming, too.