Chapter 4
Bonnie hopped from the bed as though she'd been jabbed in the ass with a pin. Her face was hot and flushed. She clenched her fists and darted toward the door. "I'll answer that stupid question!" she thundered, her voice quaking. "No! Not only no, but hell no!" She paused at the threshold. "Come, Pete, we're leaving. I won't stay here with these perverts!"
Pete made no move to join her in her retreat. He continued to sit in the chair, weighing his host's generous offer. Pete's glance roved over Kim's luscious shape. His eyes gleamed and his prick hardened. It had been a very tempting offer.
He was in no hurry to reject the offer offhand as Bonnie had done. Pete wanted to give it more thought. The more he studied the object that had been offered to him, the more his interest grew. The more his interest grew the more his cock grew. It was throbbing hard against his swim trunks. He turned his attention momentarily to his wife, who was still fuming and scowling in the doorway. "Let's at least talk about it, hon."
Bonnie tapped her bare feet on the carpet. "There's nothing to talk about! The answer is no. Let's go," she ordered tartly.
Pete shook his head. "I'm staying and I'm talking about it. You want to leave, you can." Pete glanced back at his choice morsel and her husband. He forced a grin. "You're kidding, ole buddy. You're just making with the joke about me screwing Kim."
Bill shook his head. "It's no joke, Pete. I'm serious." He patted Kim on the ass-cheeks. "Get up there on the bed, dear, and show 'im we mean business."
Kim needed no further urging. She went to the bed, quickly removed her bikini, and bounced onto the bed. She lay on her back, spread her legs wide, lifted her knees and held her hands toward Pete. "C'mon, lover boy. I'm ready!" She ran her fingers suggestively around and about on her golden-haired twat.
Pete wet his lips. "My God," he murmured, awe in his voice, "you're a real blonde!" His prick bounced out further against his swim trunks at the blonde revelation. Almost in a trance, Pete edged toward the bed. It was as though he were drawn by a magnet-a golden-haired, curly magnet that smelled very nice and looked so lovely.
On his way to the bed, Pete shoved his swim trunks down and kicked them away. He knelt on the bed and peered down for a closer inspection of the golden-haired pussy. Gingerly he touched it as though he were afraid it would fly away and his dream bubble would burst. His mouth watered. Wave after wave of passion engulfed him. He knelt between Kim's legs. He still didn't believe this was happening. He expected any moment to feel Bill shoving him away and telling him that it was all a joke.
He glanced toward Bill. The guy was moving toward the bed, a big grin on his face. "Fuck 'er, Pete," encouraged Bill. "Fuck the hell out of 'er." He patted Pete encouragingly on the hairy ass-cheeks and eased him forward. "Don't be bashful. Ram it into her."
"Don't you dare!" Bonnie, seeing that her invitation to Pete to join her in the exodus from the room had been ignored, stood beside Bill, and she was glaring. "Don't you dare fuck that filthy bitch!"
Torn between two conflicting sets of orders, Pete hesitated. Every fiber in his being urged him to swoop forward and shove his big cock into that inviting, tiny golden-haired cunt.
On the other hand he dreaded incurring the wrath of the lovely girl he'd married. Not once, since he'd tripped down the center aisle with her murmuring his I do had he had such an overwhelming desire to get into smother girl's panties. Up until now he'd been fully and completely satisfied with Bonnie. He hadn't even given much thought to what it might be like to fuck another girl.
Lately, however, he'd been getting an itch. Other girls began looking good to him again. A year of marriage to the same girl, a year of screwing the same old cunt, mouth and ass-hole was beginning to take its toll.
Pete, the ex-college football star, until his marriage to Bonnie had been quite a coxswain. He'd had his share of girls-blondes, brunettes, redheads. He'd sampled freely of all of them. Now, for the past year his diet had been restricted to one lovely brown-haired girl. It had been a long year. A wonderful year. But it had been a long time to be with just one girl.
Lately Pete had been pondering very seriously the idea of swapping. He knew his friends were swappers. Even the guys at the office where he worked bragged about the parties they attended, with or without their wives. He had been feeling left out of things. That's why he had accepted the chance to go to Art's party. This had turned out to be a fiasco.
"Pete!" Bonnie's sharp word interrupted his raging thoughts. She glared and stood with arms akimbo. "Don't you touch her!"
"Aw, hon!" agonized Pete. "Why don't we at least give it a try? C'mon, hop up here on the bed and let Bill screw you while I'm screwing his wife." He forced a disarming smile. "Please? Just this one time? If we don't like it, it'll be the last time."
"Good thinking, ole buddy!" Bill applauded Pete's logic. He quickly slid from his swim trunks, showing that not only was he in accord with Pete's line of thinking, but that he was also ready for the event. His huge prick surged outward eagerly. He smiled at Bonnie. "C'mon, Bonnie. Let me shove this big bastard in you."
"Yeah, let 'im," encouraged Kim, easing her pussy forward and trying to latch onto Pete's cock, which was close to her snatch. "You'll like it. We'll all have fun." She succeeded in getting the head of Pete's prick started into her blonde-haired pussy.
Bonnie, the only one still dressed, turned her glare on all three of the nudists. She sensed they were awaiting her next move-a move that could make or break the swap session. Her glance settled momentarily on Bill's hard cock. She was impressed. Bill was even larger than Pete! For a long moment she almost yielded; then she stiffened. She shook her head. "Pete Upson," she intoned flatly, "I'm asking you for the last time-let's get out of here. I don't want to swap. You either leave with me, right now-or I'll leave by myself!" The implied threat in her voice was indicative of her discontent with his actions. It implied dire results for him if he didn't hop up and leave with her.
Pete digested her threat. He wavered. He felt the head of his cock partially imbedded in the golden-haired pussy. He started reluctantly to withdraw. Then he glanced into Kim's taunting eyes. He heard her murmur under her breath, Chicken! He stiffened. He eased the head of his cock back in, plus another inch or two. Turning to Bonnie, he said, "I'm going through with it, hon. I've been wanting to try this swap game for weeks. I won't be satisfied until I do. Are you going to join me?" He eased a few more inches into the lovely cunt.
Bonnie sucked in a deep breath. Her eyes widened as she watched her husband's prick sliding into the blonde's pussy. A feeling of despair and frustration welled up inside her. She moaned inwardly. Damn him. She had given him a year of complete happiness and this was how he paid her back. She drew herself up haughtily and gave him a withering glance. "I'm leaving, Pete. Don't you ever talk to me again!"
Holding her head very high, Bonnie stalked from the bedroom and slammed the door. Still with head high and morals intact she left apartment 2A and entered her own apartment. Her fingers were shaking and the sobs finally came in a torrent. She poured herself a drink and plopped onto the sofa to await the arrival of Pete.
She had no doubt he'd come barging in within a few minutes. He'd be loaded with apologies and begging forgiveness. She'd pretend to be real mad at him this time. She'd make him grovel at her feet and be very penitent before she'd reluctantly agree to forgive him. She'd make him vow never to do such a thing again. Bonnie almost smiled as she contemplated the punishment she'd mete out to her errant husband. She'd make him sweat and squirm for a long time. She'd use this as a club over his head every time he'd get the urge in the future.
The sobs stopped. She dabbed at her eyes, then downed her drink and poured another. She sat back on the couch and glanced at her watch. A tight smile crept across her face. Right now he should be leaving Bill's apartment and be heading this way. Any second now he'd barge into this living room and start with his apologies. Any second now...
The seconds ticked by. The minutes joined the seconds. The tight smile on Bonnie's face gave way to a frown. He should be here by now.
Unless...
Bonnie tried not to think of the alternative. That he might have actually gone through with screwing Kim!
Five minutes dragged by. Then ten. Then fifteen. The frown on Bonnie's face deepened. Could she have misjudged Pete? Could it be that their consuming love for each other had failed this crucial test? The thoughts whirled in Bonnie's mind. Her feelings of triumph and meting out punishment to him turned to apprehension. He should have come long ago.
Or could it be that he had actually come-in Kim! This horrifying thought persisted. He had stayed too long. And having stayed so long, there was only one reason. He had made up his mind to go through with it, despite her objections.
Bonnie paced the floor. She kicked savagely at the unoffending furniture. Damn him. Damn him. Her thoughts raged. She'd kill him. She'd clobber him. Her thoughts reached a maniacal peak as she contemplated ways and means of getting rid of her cheating, two-timing husband. The no-good, lousy bastard! He deserved to be shot.
The rage began to abate with the passage of time and the downing of a few more drinks. She recalled her conversation with Kim at poolside. How Kim had mentioned her feelings the first time she found out Bill wanted to be a swapper. How Kim had felt the urge to shoot Bill full of holes, too.
The effect of the drinks and the recalling of events tended to cool Bonnie's rage and disappointment. She knew that most of her anxiety and unhappiness stemmed from one basic fact: After a year of a very happy marriage, her beloved husband was giving with the signs of discontent. He was getting the itch, as Kim had called it.
Bonnie was still a teenager. Still a very immature girl. But she was woman enough to know how men reacted when they got the urge. Pete would be especially vulnerable. He was a handsome hunk of man. He had been idolized by girls since he was old enough to know the difference between boy and girl. He gloried in the attention thrust upon him by girls. He was vain and proud of his maleness.
She had succeeded in holding him in check for a full year. A gloriously happy year of marriage. Now he was beginning to stir. To show signs of discontent. To feel the need of being wanted by other girls. It was like a virus. It had to be driven from his system. The only antidote that would work apparently was to let him sample another girl. Then, having sampled another girl, it would be up to her to keep him from getting the itch again.
Bonnie forced a rueful smile. Perhaps she'd been too hasty, too domineering in her approach to this problem. She had practically dared him to stray from the straight and narrow. He had accepted the challenge. He was just bullheaded enough to try it. To defy her. To prove his manhood.
Bonnie glanced at her wrist watch. A half-hour gone by. That should be more than enough time for him to prove his manhood. She'd go over and confront him. She'd have a showdown right in front of his friends. By now, he should be in the mood for a compromise. To promise anything.
Bonnie stalked from her apartment and reentered 2A. She could hear the sound of laughter and gaiety from Kim's bedroom, indicating that the swap party was going along quite well-without her.
She frowned and hesitated with her hand on the doorknob. Judging by the sounds of merriment, could it be that Pete wasn't quite ready yet to be penitent? Maybe she should wait awhile. Until the bastard was thoroughly and completely pussy-whipped.
Her curiosity got the better of her as the giggling and chuckling grew in intensity. What the hell were they doing to each other? She shoved open the door and stepped in. A gasp of surprise blurted from her lips.
Pete was lying on his back on the bed, sprawled forward. Kim was on top of him, on her back. She had her legs spread apart and Pete had his cock shoved upward into her exposed cunt from between her ass-cheeks. He was holding on to Kim's voluptuous titties as he was ramming his prick upward into her cunt from this unusual position.
Kim had her face turned toward Bill, who was kneeling beside them. He was shoving his fat cock in and out of Kim's mouth. She was gurgling, laughing and at the same time moving her cunt up and down to accept Pete's prick from underneath. All three fuckers were laughing up a storm as they tried to satisfy one another without letting the cocks slip out of the target areas. That was the cause of the amusement.
Each time a cock slid out, they squirmed around until Kim recaptured it. The three participants in the unusual sex scene were thoroughly enjoying themselves.
Bonnie stared in shocked surprise. The feeling of discontent within her grew as she observed Pete's hard cock sliding in and out of Kim's cunt.
Her abrupt entrance and gasps of surprise caused a halt in the activities. Bill disengaged his cock from Kim's mouth. Kim eased forward until Pete's cock slid from her cunt. A heavy silence hung in the air as the four people stared at one another.
Bill was the first to recover. Clearing his throat, he hopped from the bed and headed toward the end table with the drinks. He smiled. "I told you guys she'd be back." He poured a round of drinks, and handed one to Bonnie.
Bonnie accepted it and sipped it mechanically. She was still somewhat stunned by the sight she'd witnessed. Pete didn't appear to be in a contrite or sorrowful mood.
Pete forced a smile and sat up in the bed, gently easing his fucking partner aside. "Hi, hon. You came back to join us?" His voice was filled with hope.
Bonnie sucked in a deep breath and a few ounces of the fiery liquid. His words filtered through her tortured mind. It hadn't been her intention to join them at all. She had swooped in like an avenging angel, ready to forgive and forget-after reading the riot act to Pete.
The sight of what they'd been doing to one another intrigued her. It looked like it might be fun! Bonnie tried to reject the alien thought. To get her mind geared up to the tongue lashing she'd been figuring on administering to her bastard. She stood rooted to the spot. The hot words she'd mulled over in her mind refused to come forth.
Pete had that look on his face-the look of the small boy who'd been caught with his fingers in the cookie jar. The shy smile. The look of guilt.
Bonnie choked back the words that were about to spill forth-the harsh, heated words. She knew now they'd be wasted on Pete. He'd gone too far. For him there was no turning back. He'd crossed over the line. He'd made the first move. Bonnie wet her lips as the feeling of defeat swept through her. She'd fought the good battle, and had lost. For over a year now, she'd been true to her husband. She had given in to his every base desire and lust. She had serviced him well.
Now this was how he repaid her! Shoving his cock into another girl's cunt.
It was distressing. Shocking. Demeaning. She had failed him. He still wanted other girls. The feeling of frustration and defeat welled in her. She beat back a sob and sipped at the whiskey. Her glance swept to Bill, who was making with the small talk and trying to cover up an awkward situation. The sight of the man who'd been indirectly responsible for Pete's downfall brought a frown to her face.
The frown changed to one of reflection as her glance fell on his swaying prick. The despair began to lift from her heart. The lustful thoughts that had been gnawing at her insides since she'd barged in and seen the unusual sex tableau began to stir anew. She began heating up. The sight of the naked men and the naked girl had the effect of warming her and causing flashes of passion to sweep through her.
Pete wanted to swap. He was bound and determined to have his way. Apparently nothing would change his mind. He was a knot-head. A bull-head.
With a tight smile on her face she eased toward Pete.
He paled and shrank back from her apparent wrath. "What're you going to do, hon?" His voice contained a small measure of fear.
Bonnie stood directly in front of him. She placed her hands on her hips, atop the rim of her bikini bottom. She smiled enigmatically. "I should slap you, Pete. I should slap hell out of you for what you've done..."
Pete nodded glumly. "You should," he admitted truthfully.
"But I'm not going to." Bonnie eased her bikini bottom from her glorious hips. She slid from it and kicked it away. Next, she removed her bikini top. She was now in the uniform of the day-stark-naked!
She smiled at the trio of lustful people. "I'm a firm believer in an old saying: 'If you can't beat
'em, join 'em' ! " Having delivered her motto, she turned to Pete. "You want to be a swapper, damn you! Okay by me! I'll join you!" Pete sighed his relief.
Bonnie turned to Bill. "How 'bout doing me like you were doing Kim a few minutes ago? That looked like it was fun."
"Good thinking, Bonnie!" Bill eagerly bounced over to the bed, lay back on it and positioned himself. "You back into the right position, dear," he directed, holding Bonnie by the hips and easing her back into position. "You squat down, back to me; keep your legs spread aside. There, that's the way. Careful now, you don't dislodge yourself. Now hold that 'til I get my cock in position at your cunt." Bill squirmed around until she was squatted on his cock, her back to him. He held tightly to her tits for leverage.
Bonnie squished her tight little pussy onto Bill's rock-hard prick. It went in with a great deal of effort and pushing on his part.
"Damn, but you're a tight one, Bonnie!" Bill chuckled happily.
Bonnie giggled as she felt his huge cock sliding into her cunt. This was the first time she'd ever been fucked in the cunt from the rear. It hurt, but she adjusted. She laughed and giggled as she squirmed around, trying to keep his cock deeply rooted in her twat in this unusual position. She understood now why there had been so much laughing and giggling before when she'd been outside the door listening. "Got it!" she cried triumphantly, sinking deeper and deeper onto his surging cock. "Wow, it feels so big!"
"Move slowly, doll," Bill cautioned, "and lean way back and over to the side. Now, you hop up on the bed, Pete, and let her suck your cock while I fuck 'er cunt!" Bill directed the action.
Pete gleefully hopped onto the bed. He aimed his cock toward his wife's mouth.
Just before she accepted it into her mouth, Bonnie gave him a fleeting glance. She smiled sweetly. "You bastard," she breathed. "You want me to be a swapper! You'll be damned sorry you started this! You'll regret this one of these days."
Bonnie smiled to herself when she saw the look of anguish that swept to his face at her words. It would give him something to think about. She gathered his stiff cock into her mouth and sucked lustily.