Chapter 1
Bonnie Upson soaked her slender body in the tub of warm water. She ran the washcloth around and about her solid, rounded, pinkish-white breasts. She smiled contentedly as she washed and soaked in the warm water. This was the happiest day of her life. She'd been married for one year to the most lovable guy on earth. One year of unbelievable contentment and happiness. All the qualms and misgivings she'd had a year ago about marrying Pete Upson had long since vanished. Bonnie loved the big lug more now than the day she married him.
Nothing could go wrong with their wonderful marriage. Not now. Not after this first year of adjustment and finding they were ideally suited to each other. Bonnie ran the washcloth down between her lovely thighs and washed her tight little pussy. A smile toyed at the corners of her mouth as she fondled her cunt. She knew the success of her marriage to Pete was due in great part to this tiny item between her legs. She had managed to judiciously apply this purring little pussy to Pete's growling prick in such a way that he had been more than content.
Not once during their first year of marriage had Pete evidenced the slightest desire to stray from the straight and narrow. Not once had Pete cast covetous eyes at other pretty girls with a view to trying to get into their panties. She had controlled his passion and lust and had kept him well satisfied in every respect. This in itself had been a major accomplishment. It had been the cause of one of the big doubts Bonnie'd had about marrying Pete.
In college he'd been the football hero-the plunging halfback of the State U. team, the idol of the fans, the big man on campus. The guy the girls swooned over. Now, at age twenty-four, still a trim one hundred eighty pounds, a six-foot-tall handsome hunk of man, Pete was more desirable than ever. He was an accountant in a firm in the city. He made good money and his future was assured. He'd been the ideal catch for a girl, and Bonnie had caught him and married him.
Bonnie, age nineteen, a high school graduate, brown-haired, brown-eyed, weight one hundred twenty curvy pounds, was a beauty. In high school she'd been a majorette, a beauty contest winner and very popular.
She had met Pete at a dance at the college. She'd been thinking of going to State U. and had gone to the dance as part of looking the place over. There, she'd met Pete. He was a senior. They met during an intermission, and fell in love.
After a wild courtship during that summer, Bonnie forgot all about going to college. She cast aside all thoughts of entering the state beauty contest, which she probably would have won, hands down. Bonnie had only one thought in mind-marriage to Pete. He proposed. They got married.
The year passed all too quickly. Pete and Bonnie moved to the city, to a swinging apartment complex on the outskirts. An expensive place. They had a two-room efficiency apartment. The place was a paradise. Swimming pool. Tennis courts. A nine-hole putting green. A play room. A dance hall. Everything to make swinging young couples and single girls and boys happy.
Pete got a job with a big firm in the city and was doing remarkably well. Helped more than somewhat by his fame as a football player, he was moving up quickly in the organization. Pete was a pleasant guy. Handsome, with dark hair and dark eyes and a nice smile. He was easygoing and a good mixer.
Bonnie took a job as a secretary in a firm near Pete's place of business. That way they managed to ride back and forth to work in the same car. Their combined salaries were more than adequate to meet the expenses of the luxury apartment. They were even putting money in the bank.
All in all, thought Bonnie, leaning back in the tub and smiling contentedly, it had been a wonderful year. They had found the key to happiness in their marriage. And having passed the first year, there was no reason why the following years shouldn't be just as happy, just as loving, just as fruitful.
Bonnie almost sang, she was so happy. Pete ... Pete...I love you so much. Nothing will ever come between us. Her thoughts raced while she dried herself and let the water drain from the tub. She felt almost guilty that one girl should be so happy with a husband.
Bonnie stepped from the bathroom and approached the bed. She undulated slightly to give Pete the full benefit of her lovely shape. Bonnie was five feet six inches tall, with a wondrous pair of breasts, slim waist, pretty face, with a mass of long brown hair falling to her shoulders. She had a pert nose, big brown eyes and a medium-sized mouth. She stood beside the bed and smiled down at naked Pete. "Hi!" Her voice was low, throaty.
"Hi, hon!" Pete slid around and sat on the edge of the bed. He drew her nude form to him and buried his face between her huge, solid breasts. "You smell nice." He stared up between her breasts and smiled. "Happy anniversary, hon." Pete nibbled at Bonnie's taut nipples.
"I've been so happy, dear!" Bonnie impulsively crushed her titties to his face and cradled the back of his head with her hands, pressing him tightly to her bosom. Tears misted her eyes. "Pete. Pete. I love you so much. You've made me so happy. I want it to always be like this!"
"It will, hon," Pete said, between licks at her tits. As long as you do everything I ask." He smiled enigmatically.
"I will. I will. Just name it, I'll do it." Bonnie smiled impishly. This was part of their game of love. Their way of showing how much they adored each other.
Pete eased her away and squatted her before him. "You can start off by sucking my cock." He inched forward on the edge of the bed until his huge, throbbing prick was outthrust and in line with her mouth. The sight of her brown-haired cunt inspired his cock to greater heights. His mouth watered at the sight of her small, moist cunt which was clearly visible, since Bonnie had her legs spread wide and was in a squatting position.
Bonnie eyed him tenderly. She rested her hands on his loins and wrapped her fingers around his huge prick. "Say please," she teased.
"Please suck my cock, hon. Take the big bastard into your mouth and suck it. Kiss it. Play with it. Jerk it. Work out on me like the cocksucker you are. Please?"
"Yes, master." Bonnie eased forward. She touched the head of his prick with her lips. She kissed the knob. She licked the head of it. She then ran her tongue down the sides of the huge, throbbing monster. She eased her mouth down and nibbled at his hairy balls. She then ran her tongue along his inner thighs. She eased her tongue back again and while still gazing deep into his dark eyes, she ever so slowly let his prick enter her mouth!
She continued glancing deep into his eyes as the prick disappeared down her throat. It went in deeper and deeper. Bonnie almost gagged. Wow, it was sure big tonight! Expertly she ran her tongue along the length of it and applied pressure with her mouth.
With his huge cock buried deep in her throat, Bonnie stared up at her husband. Her eyes were filled with love. She crinkled her nose and mouth the words, I love you, between sucks at his cock.
Pete held her by the ears and eased her back and forth. He debated within himself as to whether he should come into her mouth, or fuck her in the cunt. He enjoyed doing both. He loved to watch the expression on her face while he was pouring his juice into her eager, greedy mouth. No matter how big a wad he shot into her mouth, she always seemed able to accept it. At times, the hot juices overflowed onto her chin, but she managed to swallow the bulk of the gook. It was an inspiring sight.
Tonight, however, Pete didn't want to let that hot little cunt go to waste. Tonight he wanted to fill that tight little cavity to the brim while he mentioned his plans for the future. like Bonnie, he'd had a wonderful first year of marriage. He wanted to assure that the happiness would continue. The plan he had in mind would be the answer to continued happiness; of that he was sure.
Pete let his cock slide in and out a few more times; then ever so reluctantly, he eased her eager mouth away. Still holding her by the ears, he eased her from her squatting position. She slid upward along his outstretched legs. Her huge titties bounced against his small, man-sized ones. Soon she was lying atop him. He pressed his lips to hers. "I love you, hon. I love you." He scooted around until his cock was deeply impaled between her legs and deep within her tight pussy. He shoved upward to effect a good entrance.
Bonnie squealed in delight when his big prick entered her small cunt. She wriggled around atop him until she felt his shaft go deep into her well. She moved up and down, meeting his thrusts. She pressed her lips to his. "Fuck me, dear," she whimpered happily. "Fuck me good!"
Pete humped up and down a few times; then, ever so slowly so as not to dislodge his cock from her cunt, he rolled her onto her back in the middle of the bed. He spread her legs wide, lifted her knees and rammed his cock far in. "I'm fucking you, hon," he whispered, his eyes filled with lust and his tongue lathering her pretty face. "I'm fucking my pretty wife. I've got my big fat cock shoved deep into your pretty pussy." He shoved his tongue into her mouth and dueled with her hot tongue.
Bonnie squealed in delight when Pete pounded her pussy. She humped up and down to meet his thrusts. She wrapped her legs around the back of his thighs and pulled him deeper and deeper into her cunt. "It feels so good ... Aaaaaaaaaaaaah ... Oooooooooh. Fuck me, Pete. Fuck me..."
Pete fucked her. In. Out. like a piston, his solid cock pounded in and out of his adorable wife. His cock squished and squashed at the tight, velvety walls of her moist nest. Deeper and deeper he plunged his rod. He lathered her face with his tongue. He shoved her ass up to meet his thrusts. His eyes gleamed with lust and passion. "You fucking little slut! You adorable bitch! You cocksucking whore!" Pete unloaded his endearing terms while he continued to shove cock. .
"Pete! Pete! You wonderful bastard! You make me so happy!" Bonnie humped upward to accept his frenzied thrusts. She felt his huge rod filling her well to capacity. She moaned and thrashed around. She tongued his face. She pulled his ass down farther, farther..."I'm coming, you bastard!" she yelped happily, feeling the spasms coming in gigantic waves. "Sock it to me-now!"
Pete rammed it hard. He unloaded in a gigantic orgasm. His hot liquid lava mingled with hers. They continued to pound each other furiously, mouthing obscenities at each other as they unloaded their hot come. Again and again he shot forward, each time unloading more come to mingle with hers. A hot, juicy cauldron of intermingling love potions.
Then at last the lust and passion ebbed. Sanity returned to the two lovers. The heat of the magical moment cooled. Bonnie lay relaxed and limp, staring deep into the eyes of the man she loved. She mouthed the words, I love you, dear.
"I love you, hon." Pete eased aside as his limp dick plopped from the ravished cunt. He smiled wanly. Always it was like this. If only there were a way a guy could keep his prick hard forever. "I've been so happy this past year with you, hon," he whispered, flopping onto his side and nuzzling against her with one hand gently squeezing her solid breasts.
Bonnie cuddled against him. She ran her finger across his mouth, and across his sweating brow. "My husband," she murmured. "I love you. It'll always be like this. So wonderful."
"It sure will, especially with what I've got in mind." Pete smiled tolerantly and squeezed tittie.
Bonnie frowned. "Oh? What does that mean?"
"We've been happy this first year," explained Pete, "because we've been sort of new to each other. We couldn't get enough of each other. Now, we've got to keep up this interest. Right?"
"But of course, silly. Well always have just each other." A nagging doubt began to stir in Bonnie's mind. "What are you getting at?"
"We need more than just each other. We need friends."
"We do?" The nagging doubt grew. "Why?"
"Because we've been too close. Too happy with just each other. We're only human. Pretty soon, we'll begin to tire of each other."
"Never!" Bonnie snuggled closer.
Pete sighed. "I wish it were true, but let's face reality, hon. I've been having some long talks with Bill. He and Kim have been married for about three years."
"I know." Bonnie lay on her back and gazed in puzzlement. Pete's mention of Bill. Why?
Bill Clarke and his wife Kim were the closest friends they had, if they could be called that. They lived in apartment 2A, two doors down. Occasionally the four would get together for a round of drinks, a game of tennis, or a dip in the pool, and some small talk. Other than that, they weren't really all that close. "Just what are you getting at, dear?" Bonnie asked.
"After talking things over with Bill, I've been thinking we should get out more. Mix a bit with other young couples."
"We mix enough." The frown on Bonnie's face deepened. A pang of fear welled up inside.
"Not really. We hardly go out at nights. We hang around the apartment. Sure, we play a game of tennis, or putt a few golf balls with Bill and Kim. What I mean is we should go to parties."
"What parties?"
"Bill was mentioning he and Kim go to the shindigs Art and Joy Hauck throw. You know, the couple who live in 3B."
Bonnie groaned inwardly. Art and Joy-the swingingest couple in the entire apartment complex. The rumors about their wild parties were rife. About once a month Art and Joy had a bash. For days afterwards the gossiping tongues wagged about the hot times had by all. Art was about age twenty-seven. He was a handsome blonde, six feet two inches tall, and was a dreamboat. He was an actor of some fame. Joy, his second wife, was age twenty-six. She was a redhead and an exotic dancer part-time. She was a curvy, voluptuous girl with a forty, twenty-six, thirty-six shape on a five-foot-eight-inch frame.
The couple were not only famous for their professions, but were famous for their looks and congeniality. They were the most popular couple in the swank apartment complex, and getting an invitation to one of their parties was quite an accomplishment. Up until now, Bonnie and Pete had but a nodding acquaintance with the famous couple, just casual hellos when passing each other coming or going. Bonnie often felt a pang of envy when viewing the luscious Joy. The girl sure had everything, and lots of spare. In a bikini at the swimming pool, Joy was a sight to behold.
"What's all this got to do with us?" Bonnie leaned up on an elbow and stared at her husband, who was still toying with her tits.
"like I said, I think we should get out more. Meet new people, before we get into a rut. Bill mentioned he thought he could wangle an invitation for us to Art's next party this coming weekend. There'll be a few other couples there. I guess it wouldn't hurt for us to go." Pete let his fingers slide down to her mass of brown cunt hair. He twirled his fingers through the curly locks and tugged at them.
Bonnie felt herself melting into a hot, creamy sexpot at the touch of his fingers playing with her snatch. She knew what he was up to. Get her hot enough to agree to anything. She backed away from his probing fingers. "No. We're not going! I've heard about those parties." She shook her head adamantly. "You can tell Bill to forget it."
"But, hon..." Pete slid a leg across her stomach and knelt between her legs. His prick was only half-hard from the pounding it had taken a few minutes before. He aimed it toward her cunt. The touch of the head of his cock against her moist cunt brought stiffness to the shaft.
"Don't but hon me!" Bonnie shook her head. "Those affairs are nothing but swap orgies! You know it. Men taking on other men's wives. All that drinking and carrying on. Who needs it?" Bonnie eased away from his prick.
"We don't have to swap," Pete pointed out. "What's wrong with going to the party? If it starts getting too rough, we can always leave, can't we?" A stubborn look began to form in his eyes. "You said awhile ago you'd do anything I'd ask you. Now all I'm doing is suggesting we attend a party with our friends and you refuse. How come?"
"Because I know what takes place at those affairs! And because I know you, Pete Upson!" Bonnie glared.
Pete withdrew his hardening cock from her cunt. He frowned and lay back on the bed. "And just what does that crack mean?" His voice was sharp. The sharpest tone of voice he'd used since they'd been married.
Bonnie flushed. She hadn't meant it quite the way it sounded. "I. . . I remember how popular you were with those girls at college. You're still a celebrity. I just don't want to expose you to those mate swappers. You might get ideas!"
Pete chuckled. "Aw, hon, knock it off. I'm not a kid. You're my wife. Why would I want any other girl ... when I have you? I'd be a sucker to take on another girl. Hell, you're prettier than any other girl around." He reached for her again.
Bonnie sighed. When Pete applied his charm and line of hooey, she was lost. She snuggled against him. "I'm afraid, Pete. We've been so happy this past year. Why take a chance on spoiling things?"
"We won't spoil a thing. I promise. If things get out of hand, we'll leave. You don't think I'd want to share you with another guy, do you?" Pete regarded her with wide eyes filled with love and adoration.
"I hope not."
"Besides which, you'd be the youngest wife there. You're still a teenager. The rest of those girls are in their twenties. I was just thinking it might do us some good to go to one of those parties. At least we'll satisfy our curiosity. We'll meet new friends. I don't see any harm in it."
Bonnie cut loose with a resigned sigh. During the past year she'd learned when to give in to her big lug. This was one of those times. "I guess we can go ... at least to see what it's like. But remember," she added warningly, "you promise you'll leave if I want to?"
"I promise." Pete bounced onboard his lovely wife. He grinned. "All this screwy talk has gotten this hard!" He wrapped his fingers around his cock and waved it before her face. "What're we gonna do about it?"
Bonnie grasped his huge prick in her hands. She smiled impishly. "Gee, I don't know what to do about this bastard. What do you suggest?"
"How 'bout if I shove it in here?" Pete caressed her pussy.
"Mister Upson!" Bonnie pretended shock.
"Pretty please?" begged Pete, teasingly shoving the head of it against her moist vaginal lips. "How 'about a fuck?"
"I'll consider it." Bonnie sighed rapturously as she guided his stiff prick into her hot cunt. Impulsively she grabbed him and hugged him to her bosom. "Pete. Pete," she wailed happily, "I love you so much!"
At that moment Bonnie was a very happy housewife, getting screwed by her own husband.