Chapter 8

For several days after the hectic swap party, Pete was a very thoughtful man. Bonnie noticed this change in his attitude and it worried her. Pete was normally an easygoing guy, full of laughter and conversation. A bubbly-type individual who liked to talk and tease. That's what had made their first year of marriage such a happy one. With Pete there had never been a dull moment.

Now that their marriage had entered the second year and he had insisted on the swap phase, Bonnie had sensed a difference in his attitude and behavior. He seemed tense and preoccupied. Bonnie had figured it could be his job. A few pointed questions had dispelled this as a cause. He was doing quite well at his place of work. He was in line for a promotion, which would mean an increase in salary. His mental attitude definitely was not caused by his job.

It was Friday evening. After shoving the dishes into the dishwasher and tidying up the kitchen, Bonnie went into the living room and plopped herself onto Pete's lap. He'd been reading the evening paper and half-watching the news on television. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Bonnie said, "What's with you lately, dear? You've been moping around the house all week."

Pete flipped his paper aside, gathered his beautiful wife to his bosom and pressed his lips to hers. "I have, haven't I?" He smiled wanly. "I've been giving things a lot of thought lately. Let's see, we've been married a little over a year..."

"One year, two months, a week and five days!" Bonnie, a stickler for details supplied the factual data. Glancing at her watch, she added, "And six hours and ten minutes." Glancing at him archly and snuggling up to him, she said, "Why? What's this leading up to?"

Pete flushed. "Well, a couple months ago, I had this bright idea that maybe swapping would help us out. like maybe add spice to our marriage."

Bonnie's eyebrows shot upward. "Hasn't it?" She grinned impishly.

Pete shook his head. "I'm not sure. That party last week at Art's was an eye-opener. The way those guys went for you." He shuddered.

"And don't forget the way you went for Alison. And later on, the way you went for Joy, and Sue, and the way you've been taking care of Kim!" Bonnie's eyes flashed. She wanted to set the record straight in a hurry.

Pete flushed. "Let's not quarrel. I'm just talking." He kissed her.

Bonnie relaxed. She smiled. "I thought for a moment you were trying to lay the blame on me. Don't forget, lover boy, this swapping was your brainstorm. Can I help it if the men flip for me? After all, I'm still just a kid!" She grinned impishly.

"There's no question of blame. I admit it was my idea. What I'm thinking is-should we stop swapping? Do we still need it?"

Bonnie sighed. A measure of discontent welled inside. She had been against swapping from the very beginning. She had tried to tell this knot-headed husband that they didn't need it. Now he was agreeing with her original theory-after they had engaged in the game. Only now, she wasn't so sure she wanted to give it up. The memory of Horsecock Harry, big prick Art, cunt-lapper Bill and the other boys who'd pleasured her so much the past couple of months wasn't easy to forget, or give up. "What brought all this on?"

"I've been having second thoughts about the whole thing. I keep thinking, Dad and Mom have been married for about twenty-five years."

"So?" Bonnie was surprised that Bill should be mentioning his parents. She liked both of them, Joe and Ann Upson. Joe was a handsome hunk of manhood. He was about forty-five and was an older edition of Pete. Tall, dark-haired, dark-eyed and still athletically built. Pete's mother Ann was a strikingly beautiful woman, about forty-two, with brownish-colored hair and a gorgeous figure.

"I always figured them as being squares," explained Pete. "They were like stick-in-the-muds. Always together. Seldom going out. They didn't drink much. I remember thinking they never seemed to have much fun."

Bonnie snuggled deeper into his embrace. "And what's this got to do with our swapping?"

"I keep thinking Dad and Mom were so strait-laced. So square about things. They didn't approve of us modern-day kids. We used to argue about hair styles, permissiveness, free love and all that stuff. I could never see eye-to-eye with their ancient philosophies. I've always been a firm believer in change. Even in change of marriage concepts. This modern business of mate swapping-I'm all for it. Or rather," Pete added sheepishly, "I was all for it."

"Now you're not?"

"I'm not sure. I keep thinking of Dad and Mom married for twenty-five years. They found the secret of togetherness. I imagine they are just as happily married now as they were when they first got married. like we were our first year." Pete fumbled for words and flushed. "What I'm trying to say, hon, is we should try to copy our old-fashioned folks. Just remain like we were the first year of our marriage. Let's forget swapping."

Bonnie slid from his lap. Going over to the built-in bar, she poured a round of drinks. A month before, two months before, she would have jumped up and down in glee to hear him utter these words. She had been against the swap bit. Now, having sampled the game, she wasn't sure she wanted to stop playing. Handing him a drink, she said, "Maybe we haven't given swapping a real test."

"What?" Pete eyed her suspiciously.

"Like, I mean we've gone to a few parties. We mix with Kim and Bill. Maybe if we branch out more."

"You mean line up some new playmates?" Pete frowned.

"Exactly. like maybe we could invite Mike and Sue to our apartment some evening. Or George and Vicky." Bonnie pursed her lips. "I notice a new couple moved into apartment 4A. A young couple. The girl can't be more than eighteen, and the husband looks to be about twenty-one. Maybe it would be fun to see if we can initiate them into swapping. like Bill and Kim got us involved."

Pete shook his head. "That's not what I had in mind, hon." He sat her back on his lap. "I'm thinking we should stop swapping. No more." He pressed his lips to hers. "Let's forget this modern jazz and try being like our old folks. Your parents. My parents. Let's try togetherness again. like before." Pete nuzzled his lips against her neck. He fumbled with her blouse. He removed it. He unhooked her bra.

Bonnie began heating up. The feeling of disappointment that had surged through her at Pete's suggestion that they cut off swapping, began to recede. She knew that the disappointment stemmed from the knowledge she'd no longer be the target for other guys. like the week before when she'd been screwed from every conceivable angle and curve by every man present with an assortment of pricks ranging from rather large to extremely large-Harry's!

Bonnie still tingled all over when she thought of that night. She had been the belle of the ball, and had rung the bells and emptied the balls time and again. It had been a never-to-be-forgotten event. Now Pete was suggesting that those evenings be curtailed and cut off completely.

She removed her bra and shoved her luscious melons to his face. "If that's what you really want, dear."

Pete gathered a big tit into his mouth and nodded. "That's what I want, hon. Just you and me together again. like before. No more swapping?" He bit down on a nipple and eyed her.

Bonnie nodded. "No more swapping, dear." She wiggled her titties around like they were bells, and laughed and giggled while he lunged for them with his mouth.

Pete squealed delightedly as he bobbed for her breasts. He shoved his hands down and removed her skirt. At the same time Bonnie scooted around on his lap and undressed him. She squatted on his lap, facing him, wiggling her tits before his grasping mouth. She could feel his prick hardening under her bare ass. "We'll be so happy again, hon," he breathed. "Just the two of us. Who needs anyone else?"

Bonnie nodded. She was heating up. She eased upward slightly and, reaching down, she guided his stiff prick into her cunt. She settled back on it, and still facing him, she moved up and down while he sucked her tits. Wave after wave of lust engulfed her.

A feeling of contentment swept through her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck when he lifted her upward. She kept her legs wrapped around his waist and his cock still imbedded in her cunt while he eased upward, and still carrying her, he headed for a bedroom.

She smiled. Pete still hadn't lost his sense of humor. He remembered the games they had played. The different ways they'd pleasured each other.

He still loved her.

Pete, with his massive strength, held her before him with her legs wrapped around his waist. He had his hands under her ass-cheeks to support her weight. With his knees slightly bent he continued to shove his cock in and out of her cunt. "like it, hon?" he whispered.

"Love it, you handsome hunk of man!" Bonnie moved forward and back. "Oh, Pete, I'm so happy! Just thinking of all the fun we'll have. Just the two of us."

Pete kissed her. Then he edged forward, moving ever so slowly so as not to dislodge his cock. He eased her onto the bed. Onto her back. They were now in the conventional fucking position. Pete rammed his cock hard into her throbbing pussy. He meshed his tits with hers. He ran his fingers through her hair. "I love you so much, hon," he whispered.

"I love you, dear."

Pete pressed his lips to hers. He stared deep into her eyes. "I'm fucking you, hon. I have my big cock shoved into your tiny cunt."

"Yes. Yes." Bonnie sobbed happily. At the moment she was very happy and contented. It was like it'd been during their first year of marriage. The love and kisses. The togetherness. The spoken words of love.

She met his thrusts expertly. An expertise that had been enhanced during the past few months. As he met her thrusts eagerly, a tiny measure of fear swept through her. A moment of discontent clouded the otherwise happy occasion.

Getting fucked by her own husband didn't have the same impact as getting fucked by Horsecock Harry!