Chapter 3

Cindy was up bright and early the next morning, rustling around in their apartment, brewing coffee and cooking bacon and eggs when Dave finally put in an appearance. She didn't know what time he'd gotten in last night. She'd been sound asleep in her bed and he'd crawled into the guest room. "Well, good morning!" she said, looking at the clock. " 'Bout time you got up!"

Yawning, bleary-eyed and looking like something the cat had dragged in, Dave grunted. "Hi!" Flopping at the kitchen table, he poured himself a cup of coffee. "Where the hell did you go last night?" His voice was sharp.

Cindy bristled at the sound of his voice. "To that stupid swap party at the Martins with you."

"No, I mean after you went into the bedroom with Alex. After a while, we went in to see what you were doing.

The room was empty. You and him had gone off somewhere."

"So...? I notice you didn't seem to miss me. How'd you make out with Sara?"

Dave grunted. "Never mind me. You're the one let the guys down." He glared.

"I let who down? I picked Alex's name for my swap partner. Isn't that how the stupid game works?"

"Yeah, but he was supposed to get first crack at you. After that you were supposed to take on the other guys...."

"What? You expected me to take on six different guys last night?" Cindy was appalled. Dave hadn't told her that.

"Why not?" Dave stared moodily at his coffee. "We were there to have a good time. The guys flipped over you. They all wanted a crack at you. When you snuck away it made me look bad. The guys are pissed off about it."

"Well, are they now!" Cindy shoved her pert nose to within inches of her husband's face. "That's too goddamn bad! Far as I'm concerned, you and your kooky friends can go to hell! I don't like the games you play. So there!" Having delivered her discourse, Cindy rushed from the kitchen to her bedroom and flung herself on the bed, her body heaving as great sobs tore through her.

Dave followed her into the room, a look of concern on his face. He placed a hand on her shoulder. "Cool it, hon. I didn't mean to get you steamed up."

Cindy shook off his hand. "Well, you did!" Sitting up in the bed, she said, "What kind of a man are you, Dave?"

"What's that mean...?"

"I think you're some kind of a nut. Swapping me off like I'm some kind of an animal. Shoving me into the arms of other guys and telling 'em to screw me. It's ... it's crazy!

Dave smiled. "You still don't dig the swap business? It's a new way of life, hon. Modern. The old concept of one man, one girl till death do 'em part, is old hat. Hell, screwing's almost as informal as shaking hands, anymore."

The doubt crept into Cindy's thoughts. When Dave spoke like this, he managed to make it sound almost acceptable. "I still don't like the idea."

"Let me ask you something...?"

"Yes?"

"Did Alex screw you last night .,-.?"

Cindy flushed. The memory of the good time she'd had with Alex was fresh in her mind. After the screwing, the show, then the dancing, then the final screwing in the back seat of his car before he'd let her off at her apartment with a goodnight kiss. "What if he did?" she asked, defensively.

"You enjoyed it?"

She nodded.

"You didn't feel guilty when he shoved his cock into you: Cindy flushed. "Hell no! Because I knew you were doing the same thing to his wife, Sara!"

"There!" Dave smiled his triumph. "That's the answer! You enjoyed it and didn't feel guilt, because you knew I was doing the same thing. We both had a good time!" He waved a hand about him. "Now we're back home as though nothing's happened. We're still together. Nothing's changed." Dave rolled on top of her and kissed her on the lips. "Still love me?" He kissed her again and again.

"You're a bastard!" Cindy tried to maintain her anger. "A no good bastard," she added for good measure, wishing he would stop kissing her and feeling her breasts. She always found it difficult to stay mad at a boy, or a man, when they were feeling and fondling her. All her righteousness went zipping away in a flood of lustful passion, when finger's reached up and played with her tits, or slid beneath her thighs and tweaked at her cunt. She found it difficult to stay irked at the guy who was probing with his fingers. "I still don't like the idea."

"But you still love me, even though I'm a swapper?" Dave loosened the cord of her housecoat and flung the garment aside, revealing her naked body.

Cindy didn't answer. She tried to maintain her air of the offended wife. It was a difficult attitude to maintain when her husband had a big tit in his mouth and was sucking greedily at it. His other hand was playing with the other equally large sized melon and tweaking at the nipples. Acknowledging her defeat, Cindy broke down and a soft gleam came to her eyes. Reaching down, she stroked Dave's dark hair, bobbing up and down in unison with his sucking procedure. "It feels so good," she murmured.

"Did Alex do you this good?" Dave stopped long enough to look up.

Cindy flushed. Dave had the damndest way of downgrading her and making her part of the screwy game. He battered down her pride and brought her down to the low level of him and his friends. Yet, Cindy would be first to confess, she did enjoy her night with Alex. And she felt no sense of guilt about it, none whatsoever. Could Dave be right about this swap business? It made sex more appealing to both partners? Maybe even brought them closer together?

She thrilled all over and felt herself turning into a hot, creamy sex-pot as he lowered his lips to her stomach, then to her thighs, and in between. When his mouth settled over her cunt and his tongue darted in, she was ready to climb the walls!

Dave kissed her entire body. Nibbling and licking, his hands massaged her smooth, white flesh. He slapped gently at her buttocks. "Roll over!" He touched her on the hips.

Cindy rolled, presenting her pretty ass to him. The mounds were well rounded, firm and slightly out-thrust. The skin was smooth and teenage taut. Her ass was whiter than the balance of her body since she usually wore a bikini covering it when sunning herself.

Dave stroked her asscheeks lovingly, massaging them with a rolling motion. Then he bent low, pulled the asscheeks apart and stared impudently at the tiny asshole. The little brown spot with the small aperture was puckered as though for a kiss. Bending lower, he kissed the puckered hole and ran his tongue into it. He bit it with his teeth and nibbled at it. He chewed gently at it. He stuck one, then two, fingers into the tiny opening and reamed it, feeling the goo on his fingers.

Again he kissed it and ran his tongue in. He reamed it some more and the tiny opening expanded under his urgings.

Cindy squirmed under his administrations, moaning softly. "Ooooh ... Aaaah ... Do me there, Dave. Do me there. Please...?"

Dave slid his bathrobe from his body. He, too, was naked. And he was aroused. He knelt astride his wife's ass and poised his cock at the entrance of the tiny asshole. "What d'ya want me to do, hon?"

"Fuck me in the ass!"

"Did Alex fuck you there last night?" Cindy shook her head. "Stop talking 'bout him." Dave persisted. "If I fuck you there, will you let him do it there next time? " Cindy scrootched upward. "You want me to?" "Yes."

"Then I will. Now, give it to me, you bastard!"

Dave shoved it in. All the way. He'd done her this way a few times since their marriage, though it wasn't the way he preferred. Cindy seemed to get a big kick out of it this way. She wiggled her ass and thrashed around under him, finally getting to her knees, shoving her ass far back and giving him a wonderful target to shoot at. Dave jammed his cock far into her asshole, sinking it all the way to his balls. He pounded in, out, holding onto her hips for leverage and mouthing obscenities. "You filthy bitch! Slut! Cocksucker! Pig! Queer bitch ..."

Cindy peered around and smiled benignly at him, puckering her lips in an impish kiss motion. "You got the biggest cock, darling. I love it. Especially when you doggie me." She thrust her glorious ass back and forth, meeting his hard lunges and smiling contentedly.

Looking his wife directly in the eye while stabbing her asshole with his cock, Dave said, "I love you, bitch!"

Cindy crinkled her nose. "I love you too, you queer bastard!"

"And you're going to go all the way with me in this swap business in the future? No more arguments or flare-ups about it?" Dave shoved in harder.

Cindy frowned, then sighed. "All the way, master. Anything you say."

"With anyone I tell you to...?" Dave persisted.

Cindy nodded, amazed that he should continue this line of discussion while he should be concentrating on what he was doing. "Anyone. Now get with it...." She squirmed back and forth.

Dave increased the pace, a satisfied look on his face. Then he said, "You know something, hon...?"

"What?"

"I'm about ready to come." He slowed the tempo. "So come yet." Cindy braced herself for the deluge. "I just had a thought." "Oh...?"

"Open your mouth!" Dave ordered.

"But ... !" Before Cindy could complete her protest, Dave pulled his cock from her asshole, whirled her around and shoved the gooey thing into her open mouth. At that moment he came. A wild spasming orgasm. The gooey liquid spewed into her mouth!

Cindy gasped! Surprised, horrified and slightly breathless, she tried to break loose from the stinky mess he'd shoved into her mouth. Half-choking, slobbering and almost retching, she fought furiously to free herself.

Dave wrapped his hands around her head and held her pressed tightly against his surging, spewing prick. He rammed it harder and harder into her throat. "There, you filthy bitch! You got a shitty dick! Suck it! Kiss it! Swallow the gook!" His lust and passion reached new heights as he shoved deeper and deeper into her throat. Finally he ran out of steam ... and juice. The lust drained from his eyes. The hungry look was replaced by a tender one. He withdrew his limp cock from his wife's tortured throat. "Wow! That was really something, hon...."

Cindy, gurgling, still half choking and enraged, finally managed to swallow the gook. Wiping her lips with the back of her hand, she snapped, "You lousy bastard!" The rage was deep in her eyes. She struggled to get away from him.

Holding her tightly to him, Dave stroked her honey-blonde hair. "There. There," he soothed gently. "It was wonderful, hon. You're quite a girl..." He kissed her on the gooky lips, made a wry face, then kissed her again. "Anyone ever tell you, you had bad breath, boss...?" He grinned impishly.

"Oh you!" Cindy tried to maintain her severe look, but his impish grin had its effect. He'd done this to her once before. It had shook her up then, too. But now it was over and she had to confess that she liked it. But she'd never let him know that. He'd make a habit of it. Once in awhile. Yes. Often? No. "Why'd you do that?"

"To show you what might happen with some of these men you're gonna be swapping with. Like Alex, for instance."

She edged away from him, frowning. "You seem hung up on Alex. That's all you've been talking about this morning. Why?"

Getting up on an elbow and peering down at her, Dave said, "Alex is a rich young guy." He tweaked at her lips, brushing off the remnants of her messy ordeal. So... r "He invests quite a bit of money in stocks and bonds." "And...?"

"I'm an account executive for a stock broker." I see ...

"I'd like to have Alex's account to handle. It would mean plenty of commissions. He's quite a speculator in stocks. Right now he has his account with another outfit."

"And you want me to convince him he should switch his account to you?"

"Right!" Dave kissed her on the lips.

"Why should he?"

Dave shrugged. "No real reason. He's doing okay with the outfit he's with. But since he's speculating like he is, he could do the same with our outfit. And I'll be getting the big commissions on every trade he makes. We can handle his account as well as the other outfit. All we gotta do is convince him to switch over."

"And you want me to convince him he should?"

"Right, my beloved." Dave kissed her again. "He seemed quite impressed with you." "And you made a big impression on Sara, his wife?" Cindy made a wry face. "Like you just did with me?"

"Hell no. I didn't do that to her!"

Cindy flared. "Oh, it's all right to do that to your filthy wife, but you wouldn't do it to another girl?"

Dave grinned. "Right, my beautiful little slut! And I'm hoping Alex'll do it to you, when you get him to promise to switch his account to me ... Get the point?"

Cindy flushed. She got the point all right. The flush died away. Her memory went back to last night and her evening with Alex. She smiled to herself. "Okay, arrange for a swap party with them. We'll see what happens."