Chapter 1
Cindy's legs felt rubbery and her heart pounded. She could feel the hot flush of shame in her cheeks as she stood before the group of married couples and heard the hostess of the evening, Rubi Martin. She was extolling her charms and bragging about how Cindy, the new bride, was about to initiated into the swap club by her husband, Dave Roberts.
Up until this the moment, Cindy had rebelled at going through with this ordeal. She had flatly told Dave that if he insisted she go through with it, he'd regret it. She wanted no part of this swap club business, and wouldn't be at all pleased with Dave if he made her get involved with it.
She knew this was a weak argument on her part. He'd informed her before they got married that he was a firm believer in swapping and that he'd only marry her if she'd go along with it and join in the fun. She'd been so in love with Dave that she would have promised him anything so long as he married her. Her feelings at the time were that she'd be able to change his mind about swapping. Get him off the change partners kick.
After all, she'd reasoned, she was Cindy the sex symbol. The beauty contests winner. The nineteen year old honey-blonde whistle bait with the large breasts, pretty face and a shape that was irresistible. With such assets going for her, how could she miss holding a husband? What normal, ordinary guy would want to share her with other men? That was her thinking when she walked down the aisle to the preacher and promised to take Dave as her lawful wedded husband.
Now, a scant four months later, she was standing before this group of young married swingers, listening to Rubi, and trying to appear cool before these hot-eyed kooks.
"Relax, hon," Dave whispered in her ear. He had an arm slipped about her waist and was fingering her breast.
"Don't talk to me, you ... bastard!" Cindy hissed under her breath. "I'll never speak to you again after tonight!" Her rage drove away some of her fear and weakness. The flush of shame became a flush of anger.
Rubi took Cindy's hand and led her over to the studio couch that had been converted into a bed. It had been pushed against the far wall of the living room of the Martin's huge mansion. This made the living room an impromptu bedroom and allowed the six other couples adequate room to lounge around the made up bed and watch the forthcoming action.
Rubi continued her spiel, "Now, Dave is an old hand at this swap business. Most of us know him well...." She paused until the murmur of laughter and approval died down. "Dave has now brought his new bride to us. He's very proud of this gorgeous little girl and well he might be!" Rubi ran fingers lightly around on Cindy's out-thrust breasts and let them wander downward. "Cindy is just past nineteen. She's already won several beauty contests and this is her first marriage, and her first time at a swap party...."
A murmur of applause and approval swept through the assembled group. They had already begun to pair up and had begun tentative exploratory gestures at their selected partners.
"Since this is Cindy's first party, we'll let her make love to her husband first, then we'll have a drawing to see which one of you lucky men gets her next. Okay ...?"
A roar of approval from the men. Blank stares from the wives.
Rubi patted Cindy and Dave. "Okay. Get with it. I'll turn on some mood music."
While Rubi turned on the hi-fi set and soft strains of music filled the room, Dave turned to Cindy, drew her into his embrace and kissed her. "This is it!" he exulted. "The moment I've been waiting for! To introduce you to my friends and to share your loveliness with them." He gently unbuttoned her blouse. Silence filled the room as the six lovely couples stared at the unfolding tableau. No matter how many times it had happened in the past, this group always got a charge out of the breaking-in of a new member.
This new member, Cindy, was the loveliest of all!
The feel of Dave's fingers on her bare skin drove away Cindy's fear and anxieties. She half closed her eyes and pretended they were at home in their apartment. Just the two of them in their own living room. With these thoughts of guide her, Cindy's rage dissipated and a feeling of passion grew. She loved to be fondled and feel the touch of fingers on her breasts. It drove all other thoughts and worries from her mind as a lustful feeling built within her.
Dave slid her blouse off and tossed it onto a nearby chair. He turned her to face the audience, staring from the semi-dark area of the room. Rubi had pinpointed two floor lamps like spotlights on the couch. The rest of the room was in semi-darkness. For this Cindy was thankful. She couldn't see the rest of the group too well, though she was acutely aware they were staring at her. She could hear the gasps of approval when Dave zipped off her bra and her large melons bounced forward in all their voluptuous glory.
Cindy's breasts were large, solid, and already the cherry nipples were taut and out-thrust from a sea of brown. Her skin was smooth, creamy white and flawless. The tender, smooth, firm flesh of a teenager.
From a position in her rear, Dave played with her titties. He moved his hands again and again over her breasts, cupping them and massaging them, tweaking at the nipples and gently slapping them. Then he slid his head under her arm and from side position, so as not to block the view, he began sucking one, then the other. He drew the huge delights into his mouth, making exaggerated slurping sounds. He caressed the bare breasts with his mouth, tongue and teeth, slowly, to assure the onlookers he knew his business and derived great pleasure from nibbling on such goodies.
The murmur of approval from the audience indicated they, too, took great delight in what he was doing.
Cindy closed her eyes and tried to pretend they were alone. He often man-handled her this way in the privacy of their place. She loved this sex play. Spasms of passion swept through her even though she was terribly conscious of the faces watching her. the eyes greedily upon her, the whispers and sighs as her charms were unfolded.
Dave knelt behind her, unhooked her mini-skirt and with great deliberation slid it from her buttocks and down her glorious thighs. Cindy now stood before the hot-eyed group dressed in nothing but a pair of pale blue panties!
She flushed when she heard the sounds of approval welling from the throats of the swappers.
"Aaaah!" a male voice said. "Lovely legs."
Another male voice, "Wow!"
Dave moved more swiftly. He knelt in front of her and with a flourish, peeled her panties off!
The murmur of approval became one of surprise as well.
"A real blonde!" And again, the male voice saying, "Wow!"
Dave stood beside his wife, bowing slightly, a huge grin on his face. Holding her by one hand, he pirouetted her around and around for their inspection. "You like...?"
Cindy felt herself heating up. Despite her embarrassment, her passion grew every time Dave touched her. His fingers were darting around on her body like an octopus as he showed her off to his friends. He reached down, took hold of her knee and lifted one of her feet onto the side of the couch. She flushed hotly. He was doing this deliberately! Showing her off completely and exposing her in entirety for their amusement!
Reaching down, Dave placed fingers on her completely exposed cunt, drew the vaginal lips apart and said, "How 'bout this little thing, gang? Isn't it tiny? Isn't it cute? So unused. So tender." He peered into the opening and kissed it lightly. "I love it, believe me! I love it!" Giving it a few more kisses, Dave got to his feet and lay Cindy on her back on the couch. He spread wide her legs, lifted her knees up and exposed her cunt completely to the appreciative audience.
The flush in Cindy's face deepened as she heard the murmur of approval from the audience. She wished Dave would hurry up and get it over with so she could slip back into her clothes. She tried to concentrate on listening to the music. Out of the corners of her eyes she saw Dave stripping to the buff. Her eyes lit up in approval. Her husband was completely aroused. With his cock shoved into her, she probably wouldn't feel so embarrassed. She held out her hands. "Please hurry. I'm so hot!"
Dave chuckled. "Hear that, gang?" He appealed to his friends, adding, "Seems like I got a hot little bitch!" Bending over he kissed his hot little bitch on the lips. "Ready, hon?"
Cindy scrootched up her buttocks. "Kiss me some more there!" She'd made up her mind. He embarrassed her. She'd embarrass him. Show him up for what he was. A cunt-lapper deluxe. Every time before their having intercourse since, their marriage, he'd sucked her off. This time would be no different. She'd make him do it before all his friends. She'd show him.
Unabashed, Dave knelt beside her on the couch. He started kissing her on the mouth, then the chin, then his kisses strayed downward. His mouth and lips worked on her large titties. He stayed in this hilly area for a considerable time. There was no rush. The night was young. It was a Saturday evening and the men had the next day off. Most of the wives were like Cindy, non-workers. Wives of wealthy young men. Or men who had such good jobs, the wives didn't have to work.
This was a high class sex club consisting of the upper crust swingers. College types, executives and sons of wealthy parents. Cindy had been a freshman in college when she'd met Dave. He was taking a post-graduate course in business. He was one of the bright young executives of a large firm. A go-getter with a promising future, he was already earning a fabulous salary.
At age twenty-four, Dave was a handsome, dark-haired, dark-eyed intense man who weighed about one hundred and eighty pounds on an athletic six foot one inch frame. He'd been married and divorced once and was an old hand at the swap game. He was a compulsive guy who loved variety in girls; even to the point of swapping mates to get this variety.
Not only was Dave an old hand at swapping, he was an old hand at heating girls up with his tongue. After working out on his wife's titties, he slid his tongue down her flat belly, and settled his lips on the thatch of golden hair that topped the lovely thighs. He ran his hands up and down her lovely legs, which were still out-stretched.
He rolled Cindy onto her stomach to a gasp of approval from the audience, and continued, kissing and sucking her bareness. He kissed and tongued her shoulders; let his mouth wander down the small of her back, then he massaged and kneaded her asscheeks. Her buttocks were firm, white, smooth and out-thrust. He massaged the lovely asscheeks with a circular motion, then spread her cheeks apart and stared down at the lovely asshole. It was tiny, golden-haired, and puckered.
He slid his fingers into the gorgeous, tiny asshole and massaged it while Cindy squealed and squirmed under his probing. "You're getting me so hot," she moaned.
Cindy hadn't thought he'd go this far with her while the gang was watching, but she'd been pleasantly surprised.
She had a stray thought while he sucked her. Apparently oral communication between girl and boy was an approved tactic. A natural part of a session. In a way she was glad. She liked getting sucked off. The feel of a man's tongue working out on her cunt and other places, drove her wild. It made her forget all her inhibitions and want the feel of a cock inside. She reached down to where Dave, having rolled her onto her back again, had dove in between her legs and was giving her fits with his tongue driving in and out of her cunt. "Enough," she whispered. "I'm so hot. Please sock it to me!"
Dave came up from her cunt area, his lips moist with her juices. A wild gleam was in his eyes as he licked at his lips to get the remaining drops of her cream into his mouth. "Are you still pissed off at me?" His eyes twinkled.
"No. No. How could I be mad at a time like this?" Cindy made a mental reservation, but at the moment she was so hot she would've taken on an ape. "I love it. I'm all for this swap business. Now, please, give it to me...." She reached for him and drew him to her embrace. She felt his hard chest crushing against her enormous breasts, flattening them. He entered her and Cindy whimpered in delight. "Ooooh ... Aaaah...." She moaned and moved around under him.
Dave, the expert fucker, drove into his wife's cunt. He slowed the pace, wanting to make it last.
Bending to her ear, and moving around ever so slowly on top of her, he whispered, "You ready to take on another guy? To swap for the night?"
"Yes. Yes." Cindy tried to increase the tempo and step up the pace. Dave wouldn't hurry. "C'mon," she whimpered, "sock it to me fast. Hurry. Hurry...."
"That's all for now, hon. Time for a change."
Uncoupling from her glorious cunt, Dave got to his feet!
He drew her up beside him. Holding her hand, he said, "Now, you've seen my girl in action. Who wants first crack at 'er?"
"Me. Me. Me...." The chorus of male voices rose in a crescendo. The men hopped to their feet; reached for her.
Dave held up a hand. "Okay, you all want 'er. Let's draw names from a hat." He eyed Rubi.
Rubi already had a list of names ready. She tossed the slips of paper in a bowl, and held it toward Cindy. "Well let you pick your mate!"
Cindy, flushing furiously, still hotter'n hell, reached into the container and pulled out a small slip of paper. She glanced at the name. "Alex...?"