Chapter 4
At about the time Dave was shoving his big cock into Cindy's little ass, Alex was having an argument with his wife, Sara. His dark eyes were brooding and an expression of annoyance possessed his handsome face. "I wish you would stop harping on what happened last night." He poured himself another cup of coffee and stirred in some sugar and cream.
"Why shouldn't I harp about it?" Sara's voice was shrill. At age twenty-six, feeling subconsciously that her beauty was slipping, Sara had a tendency to push the panic button. Having been married and divorced once, she didn't want that to happen again.
Sara had talked Alex into becoming a swap club member shortly after their marriage a few years ago. Alex, at age twenty-four, was younger than her, very handsome and loved new girls. Sara's reasoning in becoming a swapper was that this way, Alex would get as many strange girls as he could handle ... but under her supervision! She'd be right there with him, letting him screw any girl he wanted, while she was taking on the men.
As long as he was at a party with her, he could screw whoever he wanted. That would be the end of the affair. They'd always leave the parties together and go home and act like nothing had happened. It worked out real well ... until the honey-blonde teenager, Cindy, entered the picture last night. This kid presented a real threat to her peace of mind. Cindy was, without a doubt, the prettiest girl Sara had ever seen.
Sara could sense a real rival in this new girl. Cindy and Alex had seemed to hit it off very well together. Sara had noticed their by-play before they adjourned to a bedroom. Once she'd seen them enter a bedroom, Sara had been relieved. Knowing her husband, she figured Alex would screw the hell out of the little doll and get his full of her. Then, having sampled her charms, he would lose interest in Cindy.
It hadn't worked out that way last night. The two of them had ducked away from the party for a night on the town, dining, dancing and seeing a show. Getting a chance to really know each other. In Sara's book, this spelled trouble. Her hold on Alex was tenuous at best. She didn't want to lose him, and all his money, to a snot-nosed brat like Cindy.
Alex stared morosely at her, sipping his coffee. "I don't know what you're mad about. You were with Cindy's husband, Dave. And before the night was over you probably fucked every other guy there."
"That has nothing to do with it!" The shrewish girl's voice was filled with bitterness. "You know the rules of the swap parties. You were supposed to get first crack at Cindy. Then after you finished with her, the other guys were supposed to get her. They were really mad when they found out you two had flown the coop." Her sloe eyes were filled with glints of anger. Her phony blonde hair bounced around in disarray.
Alex shrugged. "So let 'em be mad. Let 'em stay mad. Who cares?"
"I do! They're my friends. I had a hell of a time explaining to 'em after you left. I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't invite us to future parties."
Alex grimaced. "That'd suit me fine! Swap parties? Hah! Who needs 'em?"
Sara flushed. The argument wasn't going the way she'd planned. Alex was acting too damned independent. "We need 'em. It gives us both a chance to meet other people and let our hair down. We can make love with others under controlled supervision. This way we don't get emotionally involved ..." Sara delivered her standard discourse on the benefits of swapping with a great deal of sincerity. She actually believed in the swap concept. Alex had always been lukewarm about it, but went along with it at her urging.
"So who's getting emotionally involved? Cindy and I decided we'd like to go see the musical at the Gaeity and a bit of dancing. That's getting involved?" Alex tried to get an air of casualness in his explanation, but his heart began pounding. His memory recalled sharply the pleasure of Cindy's company the night before. It had been a wonderful evening, the most enjoyable night he'd had in years.
"But why, Alex...?" Sara frowned. "Why'd you find it necessary to leave the party? You could've seen the musical anytime. Last night you had the damn girl in bed with you. After you'd shared her with a few of the other men, you could've had her for the rest of the night. But no, you had to play hooky."
Alex threw his cup onto the saucer and shoved himself away from the kitchen table. "Okay, you've made your point. I don't want to hear any more about it! Next time you have a swap party arranged you go by yourself! Count me out. Damn if I'm coming home and listening to you yakking like this!" Stomping from the room, he went into the living room, picked up the morning paper and tried to read it.
Sara eyed the retreating figure of her husband in surprise. Normally, Alex was a meek, mild-mannered man. A man she could twist around her finger. Today, for some reason, he was acting like a bear. What had gotten into him? The answer came clear and loud to her troubled mind.
Cindy!
Sara frowned. It was worse than she thought. The honey-blonde teenager had really gotten to Alex.
Squaring her shoulders and forcing a gay smile to her thin face, Sara followed her husband into the other room. She slid her shortie housecoat aside, revealing that underneath she was nude. Sara's figure was somewhat angular on a five foot seven frame and a weight of one hundred and twenty eight pounds. Her outstanding features were her breasts, which measured in the neighborhood of thirty-eight inches. It had been a nice neighborhood several years ago when she'd been winning beauty contests.
Now, however, the neighborhood was getting somewhat run-down and flabby. Her breasts had lost some of their firmness and her skin had lost a good deal of the smooth tautness so adorable in younger girls. Age was beginning to show on Sara and this added to her feeling of insecurity.
Nude, she slid up under her paper, slipped onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. Kissing him on the lips, she murmured, "I'm sorry, dear." She wiggled her breasts against his bathrobe.
The frown receded and Alex smiled. A good-natured guy, he found it hard to remain mad at anyone, even his wife. "Well ... okay ..." He drew her to him and kissed her. "I guess maybe I did foul things up last night," he admitted. "Taking Cindy away. I can see why the guys got pissed off . . .," Sara puckered and brushed her lips against his. "Just so you don't do it again." Her voice was pleasant, but the implied threat was there. "If we go to another party and she's there, you can go to bed with her all night. But no more running off like last night?"
"I promise." The nearness of his wife's nudeness charged Alex up. He could feel his cock stiffening. Easing her around on his lap, he shoved off his bathrobe. His cock stood tall and majestic. "Now, see what you've done!" He eyed Sara with mock severity. "So early in the day yet." He glanced at the clock on the TV set. Not quite noon. They'd slept late.
Sliding from his lap, Sara knelt before him. Resting her arms on his outstretched things, she gathered his stiff prick in her hands and toyed with it. "My, it's a big one!"
Alex chuckled, and a stray thought ran through his mind. Cindy had said the same thing several times last night! Alex was surprised at how his thoughts kept returning to Cindy. He hadn't felt this way about a girl in years. Was he falling in love with her? He shrugged the idle thought aside. It would be a hell of a thing. Falling in love with a swapper. True, it had been her first affair. The fact that she'd even attended the party was an indication she gave assent. She hadn't fought him off. She hadn't been exactly a pushover, either. The troubled thoughts continued to plague him while he watched with detached interest as Sara took his massive prick into her mouth and began sucking it.
He propped his knees around her head and drew her closer, squeezing against her neck and shoving his cock deeper into his mouth. For some unknown reason, Alex always tried to hurt a girl who was sucking him off. He seemed to get a fiendish delight in doing things to them while they were sucking him. Even last night when the adorable Cindy had his prick in her mouth, he'd tried to hurt her.
He squeezed Sara's neck and pressed her harder to his cock. He was hurting her and he knew it. Her face was flushed, but she continued to suck. Her tongue lapped his cock and his balls. She squealed with pain when he cruelly squeezed her head, but she continued giving him pleasure.
Pushing Sara's face away from his throbbing cock for a moment, he slapped her on the cheek. "You're a filthy slut!" He glared at her.
Sara smiled. "Yes, dear. I'm a filthy slut!" She edged forward, trying to get to his cock.
He kept the pressure on her head, keeping her from attaining her goal. He slapped her on the other cheek. "You're a cocksucking whore!"
"Yes dear, I'm a cocksucking whore." Sara smiled agreement. She crinkled her nose at him, stuck her tongue out and licked the head of his cock.
"You'd fuck anyone, suck anyone and take it up the ass from anyone!"
Sara nodded eagerly. "Yes dear. How d'ya want me?"
Alex pointed. "Get over there and crawl toward me while I decide."
Sara obeyed instantly. Getting down on her hands and knees, she crawled toward the couch where he was sitting. Her mouth was agape, her titties swinging like bells and her ass swaying.
Hopping to his feet, Alex mounted her as though she were a horse. Slapping her on the ass, he said, "Giddap, horsy." He was careful not to put too much weight on her back.
Giggling, Sara galloped around the room, trying to bounce him off. She enjoyed these wild sessions with him. By giving in to his kooky whims, she felt it assured her hold on him.
Rocking around the room, they managed to make the far turn, then in banking sharply to avoid an end table, they came a cropper. The horse collapsed under weight of her rider and landed on the floor, spread-eagled, rider on top. They were both laughing and giggling. "You're a lot of fun!" Alex gasped, rolling his mount to her back.
Sara sighed contentedly. She was sorry now she'd given the guy a hard time about Cindy. She'd let her jealousy overcome her common sense. His night with Cindy had probably been entirely innocent, a sudden impulse on his part to take a girl on the town for a night. He couldn't be in love with the snot-nosed kid. He was six years older than Cindy. It had been a mild infatuation. She grabbed Alex's cock and eased it into her quim. "Fuck me, dear!"
Alex, the hen-pecked husband, obliged. He slid his dong between his wife's outstretched legs. It slid in easily, no effort, no side effects. No sense of tightness. It was like shoving it into an endless, deep cavern.
The same feeling of futility that had been with him for several months now came to the fore. Alex had been aware that for sometime now, he was unable to satisfy his wife. This was due, no doubt, to the many cocks she'd had shoved into her since they'd joined the swap game. Alex was an average sized male, but he knew there were members of the swap parties who exceeded him in the cock area. Sara had come in contact with too many of these types.
While he labored and sweated, pounding into Sara in an effort to reach a climax, a thought crossed his mind. How nice it would be if this naked girl under me were Cindy. He'd had no trouble reaching a climax with Cindy. Her tiny twat was the tightest he'd ever felt.
Thinking of Cindy stiffened his cock and he managed to climax with Sara, but his thoughts were far away. They were on a honey-haired blonde with hazel eyes. A teenage beauty named Cindy!
"I love you, dear!" he whispered in Sara's ear as he came in a spasming orgasm. But he wondered. Did he really mean he loved Sara? Or were his words meant for someone else? A girl named Cindy?