Chapter 10

Bonnie had her legs wrapped around Harry's hairy legs. She pulled his ass forward to shove his huge cock deeper into her hot pussy. She pressed her lips against his in a passionate kiss. Every fiber in her body thrilled at the touch of this chubby, naked man who had his prick deeply buried inside her twitching twat. She moaned and thrashed around excitedly. She thought to herself, This must be paradise.

She was so intent on getting the most of Harry that she wasn't aware that their session had been interrupted. It wasn't until she heard a strange coughing noise and masculine voice saying, "What the hell!" that she realized there was an intruder.

She peered around Harry's chubby cheeks. Her eyes widened. "Pete! What are you doing here?" The surprise of seeing her husband standing next to the bed caused her to miss a few strokes.

Pete gave her a discontented glance. "I live here," he said. "Remember? I'm your husband."

He scowled at the salacious scene. Ordinarily Pete would have been quite enthused at the sight of a naked man fucking a naked girl. He always got a charge out of watching such action. His enthusiasm and joy were tempered somewhat at this moment though, because the girl in the bed was his wife.

Harry, the upper member of the fucking duo, sensed that something was wrong, since his willing partner had suddenly stopped moving and was lying passively. Harry was the type of person who hated to be interrupted in the middle of a diddle. Especially when he was diddling a choice morsel like Bonnie. He frowned and turned his head to read the riot act to the interloper. His harsh words died. He forced a smile. "Pete!"

Pete glared. "What the hell are you two doing?" Since he was still carrying his bag of golf clubs, he reached down and tentatively fingered a number-seven iron. Slowly he withdrew it from the golf bag.

Harry, glancing apprehensively at the irate golfer, forced a disarming smile. He cleared his throat. "Right now," he admitted truthfully, "I'm fucking your wife." Harry figured that a denial, or any other explanation would be useless. His big prick was still deeply imbedded in Bonnie's tight pussy, though now the stiffness was beginning to recede and the cock was slipping out.

Pete waved his golf club expertly and threateningly. "And may I ask why you're fucking her?"

Bonnie, seeing that the situation was getting out of hand, interrupted, "What are you doing here?"

She repeated her original question. "You went golfing with Bill. Or at least you said you were going golfing." She got a tinge of suspicion into her voice and glared.

Pete shrugged. "Bill's car broke down outside the city limits. We had to get it towed to a garage. By the time the guy got a new part and got it fixed, it was too late to go golfing. We came back here." Pete recited the details while edging toward the bed, the golf club poised expertly. "And what do I find?" He glared. "You in bed with Harry. Hah!"

Bonnie flushed.

Pete clucked his tongue. Shaking his head sorrowfully, he said, "And after the promise you made last night! No more swapping. Just the two of us. It didn't take you long to break your promise!" Pete's voice was filled with sorrow and reproach.

Bonnie smiled contritely. "I didn't intend to break my promise."

"Then why did you?"

"I'll answer that." Harry, his prick having wilted, sat on the edge of the bed. He inclined his head toward the camera equipment. "I figured it might be a good idea to take some pictures of you and Bonnie-like we do with all our swap partners. So we came over here to see if you two would be interested..."

"We...? " Pete peered around.

"Me and Alison. Ah, here she is!" He smiled at his wife, who emerged from the bathroom. "Pete's here, dear."

Pete stared at the vision of naked blonde loveliness. The anger drained. He replaced the number-seven iron in his golf bag. His ire and resentment at what he figured was his wife's transgression went zipping away while his glance settled on nude Alison.

Pete had a thing for blondes. like most men he had been brainwashed by the theory that blondes are more fun, and by the exotic aura of being blonde and lovely. True, he had married a brunette, but the sight of blondes always intrigued him. The sight of Alison now, sans clothes, was especially intriguing. He could see immediately that Alison was indeed a true blonde. Her golden-haired twat, her lovely head of golden hair and her smooth, pinkish-white skin were of a blonde girl. This, plus her baby-blue eyes and huge, pinkish-white breasts with pink nipples, completed the picture of a dazzling, shapely blonde girl.

He sucked in his breath when Alison moved toward him with a big, welcoming smile on her beautiful face. "I didn't know you were here."

Alison fingered the buttons on his sports shirt and nodded. "We've been waiting for you, lover boy." Her voice was caressing. Her eyes were pools of lust.

"Gee, I'm glad the car broke down." Pete forgot all about his no swap vow-the way Bonnie had forgotten it, or decided to disregard it. Pete reached out, cupped Alison's breasts with his hands and toyed with them. "You were taking pictures?"

Alison nodded. "Harry's a bug on photography. He always takes pictures of our swapping partners.

like these!" Alison rooted through the camera containers and pulled out the packet of pictures of Kim, Bill, Harry and herself. She smiled while Pete leafed through them. Reaching down she pulled Pete's cock out and smiled as it grew in size and intensity while Pete stared at the lewd pictures. She gently jerked it to increased hardness.

"Wow!" Pete was impressed. His face flushed, he handed back the pictures. "You want to take pictures of us four-like those?" His voice sounded cracked.

"That's the general idea!" Harry hopped to his feet. "How 'bout it, Pete? Interested?" He slid behind his camera and focused it. "Strip off your clothes, ole buddy and hop onto the bed with Alison," he invited generously. "I'll take a few shots of you and her."

Pete gulped. He stared hard at Bonnie. "Shall we?" he sighed. "After the vows we made last night-no more swapping?"

Bonnie shrugged. She'd been disappointed when Pete had barged in before she even had a chance to warm up on Harry's big cock. Just when it was beginning to feel so good, she'd been deprived of it. Pete's pointed question about their no-swap vow caused a good deal of concern and anguish. She had adjusted herself to accepting the new concept. But that was before Harry and his big prick had reentered. She'd been hoping for this one last fling before Pete came home. A fling that he wouldn't know about. That had been knocked in the head by Bill's car breaking down.

She knew that if she gave in this time, that any vows they'd make in the future would be broken. That they'd be swappers from now on. It was now, or never. She had to take a firm stand. Her mind raced. She glanced at Alison lying on the bed, legs stretched wide and cunt ready for fucking. She glanced at Pete. Now naked, his cock was bone-hard and raring to be shoved into the golden-haired twat. She glanced at Harry, peering from behind his camera gear. They were all awaiting her big decision.

At that moment she felt that her marriage was hanging in the balance. She'd been looking forward to renewing their first pleasant year of happiness. Their togetherness. Who needed anyone else? Deep inside, Bonnie was somewhat old-fashioned about love and marriage. A firm believer in the old ways. This modern concept of swapping was exciting, true, but did she really want it? Her thoughts raced. Most of the people she knew were swappers. The new people. Kim and Bill. Harry and Alison. Sue and Mike. All young lovers who shared their love in this bright new world that belonged to the young.

Still, she kind of liked the old-fashioned ideas. Bonnie was torn between two thoughts. The old and the new. She didn't know which way to jump. Her glance settled on Harry's prick. It was limp, but even in its subdued state it was a majestic wand. Bonnie made up her mind. She nodded toward the bed, "Go ahead, Pete. Fuck 'er."

Pete lunged forward like a wild animal that had been released from a leash. Slobbering like a gibbering idiot, he bounced onto the bed and after giving Alison a few quick licks with his tongue on her hot box, he entered her.

Harry tried to get them to pose. It was a losing battle. Pete and Alison ignored his instructions to hold it and to strike certain poses.

Pete pounded into Alison furiously. "I'm fucking you, you beautiful bitch!" He chortled. "I've got my big prick shoved deep into that golden-haired honey of a cunt. Wiggle your ass, darling. Wiggle it good!"

Alison wiggled. Alison humped. A lustful gleam came to her eyes while she matched strides with the hot man. "You're fucking me, lover boy," she moaned happily. "You're fucking this little whore and I love it!" she chortled. "Aaaaaaaaa . . Ooooooooh ... What a man! Sock it to me, you bastard! Make me feel it ... That's the boy ... How you're doing it." Alison bounced around almost out of control.

Harry tried to slow the action with words, but gave up. He shook his head and wrapped an arm around Bonnie, who stood beside him. "Guess they don't want to pose for pictures." He grinned and cupped Bonnie's melons in his hands and squeezed.

"He never fucked me that good!" A frown etched Bonnie's face as she watched her wild husband in action on the equally wild blonde.

"I'll take care of that!" promised Harry, wrapping her fingers around his throbbing cock.

"Good thinking." Bonnie tugged his cock and led him toward the bed as though she were leading a dog by the leash.

She got on the bed, flopped on her back, held out her hands and said, "I'm ready."

Harry was also ready. With an animal-like sound similar to the ones that had been uttered by Pete a few minutes before, Harry entered Bonnie.

Bonnie almost swooned in delight when Harry's huge cock slid into her twat. God, the man was immense. She turned to Alison, whose face was within inches of hers, and said, "Your husband sure has a big prick."

Alison grinned. "He sure has." She puckered her lips and nodded, "This bastard of yours isn't bad at fucking, either. His cock's not quite as large as Harry's, but he sure knows how to use it."

Lying side by side the girls fucked each other's husbands. The small, tender girl was giving a good account of herself with the huge, hairy man with the huge cock. She met his thrusts expertly and rose and fell to accept him and all his might.

The older, larger girl met the thrust of the handsome man with the smaller prick. The action on the bed proved the point that it isn't what you've got, but how you use it that counts.

Bonnie stared deep into Pete's eyes while Harry fucked her. An enigmatic smile played at the corners of her mouth. "Harry's fucking hell out of me, dear," she whispered.

"And I'm fucking hell out of this lovely blonde, hon." He smiled happily while thrusting deep into the blonde pussy.

"Do you mind Harry fucking me?" Bonnie whispered, giving with a few moans and oohs and aahs.

"Not as long as I'm fucking his wife." Pete gave with a few ooos and aaahs, too.

"We're swapping," Bonnie reminded, slowing the pace to make it last.

"I know." Pete also slowed the pace to make it last.

"I still love you, dear, even though Harry's fucking me."

"And I love you, hon."

"I think I'm about to come," Bonnie whimpered. "Kiss me, Pete, while Harry shoots a load of come in my cunt."

Pete eased lower on naked Alison and shoved his prick hard into her cunt. He pressed his lips to Bonnie's. "I'm coming, too, hon. Now!" He unloaded with a gigantic orgasm.

Bonnie whimpered and moaned as she thrashed around and continued kissing Pete. "Harry's shooting his wad into my cunt," she moaned happily. "I'm coming with him. It feels so gooooooood ... Pete ... Aaaaaaaah ... Oooooooh. Pete! Pete! I'm coming with Harry ... I'm coming..."

"And I'm filling this golden-haired cunt up with my juices, hon. "Wow! It's so goooooood ... Aaaaaaaaah..." Pete moaned and thrashed around while filling Alison's squirting cunt with his love lava. She came with him.

Bonnie moaned and groaned while Pete filled Alison's cunt with hot juices and she came with him. She continued to kiss Pete while her cunt was being filled with Harry's come.

Her moaning and thrashing around suddenly stopped when her startled glance fell on two people who had entered the room.

A man and a woman!