Chapter 12
Carol enjoyed her shopping spree with Helen. The new super shopping-center was the last word in style, decor and creature comfort. An air-conditioned fairyland where a girl could go ape just wandering around looking at displays and seeing the bargains. The stores in the mall had every imaginable thing for women, young or old.
A girl could spend hours wandering up and down the aisles, fingering the goods, gushing over the objects, wishing she had a wad of money she didn't need so she could buy anything her heart desired.
Paul and Brad had been explicit in their instructions to them. Take all the time they wanted. Buy what they needed. Then, after the buying binge was over they could go to a show. In other words, don't bother the boys for a few hours. They'd be wound up in their hobby.
The stray thought that had been bugging Carol since they left Helen's place in her car and had driven to the shopping center finally came home to roost while Carol held up a skimpy bikini and wondered how it would look on her. She turned to Helen who had a lovely blue one that would go wonderfully with her blonde hair. "You know something, dear, I've been thinking."
Helen nodded. "Me, too. I think I'll buy this." She glanced at the price tag and winced. Someone had to pay for the decor, style and air-conditioning.
"No. What I mean. Our husbands." Carol crinkled her nose. "They seemed in a big hurry to get rid of us tonight.
Practically shoved us out the door and told us not to come back for hours."
"Yeah, those hobbies." Helen grimaced. "Sometimes that lunk-head of mine spends hours pouring over coin catalogs."
"That's what's been bothering me, the hobbies." Carol replaced the bikini and walked slowly down the aisle, followed by Helen who reluctantly parted with the bikini she admired. She couldn't afford it. "Paul isn't exactly a hobby type."
"Brad is. He gets hooked on everything. Maybe he'll get Paul interested."
Carol shook her head. "It could be they're coming up with an entirely new hobby. Maybe one we wouldn't approve of?"
"H'mm. You think maybe they have a couple girls in the house? That's why they unloaded us and told us to be gone for hours?" A worried frown possessed Helen's face.
"I don't know what to think." Carol stroked her chin. "They were too anxious to get rid of us." Holding Helen by the arm, she said, "Is there any way we can sneak into your house without being seen?"
Helen's eyes lit up. Making like secret agent 007, she whispered, "Brad's hobbies are mostly in the cellar. He has a den set up there. We could drive over and park a few-houses away. Then walk slowly to the house, see where they are and let ourselves in the back door. If they're busy they won't hear us ...." Carol looked at Helen with their familiar glance.
"Let's do it!" they chorused.
Several minutes later Helen parked the car a few doors down from her house. Together they snaked their way to the rear of Helen's house and stole up to the back porch. The neighborhood where the Peterson's lived was sparsely settled and they were unnoticed as they crept up on the house and it's unsuspecting occupants.
"There's no light in the cellar," Helen whispered as she carefully unlocked the kitchen door. "The only light on is the one in our bedroom upstairs. Hold my hand and I'll guide you up. Be quiet!"
Carol held onto Helen's hand. They tiptoed into the living room, then up the stairs to the second floor. Their eyes were adjusted to the darkness and they could see a ray of light up ahead from the bedroom door, which was ajar.
"Shhhh!" Helen eased slowly up to the partially opened bedroom door, halting outside and peering in.
Carol peered over Helen's shoulder.
The room was dimly lit, but by watching the reflections in the bureau mirror, the girls could see what was transpiring on the bed.
Carol sucked in her breath. It was an awe inspiring sight. She could feel Helen tense under her hand, which was around her small waist to enable her to lean forward and steady herself.
Carol's worse suspicions were realized. Paul and Brad had a new hobby! Each other!
Paul was sitting on the edge of the bed, naked as a jaybird. Brad stood before him, also nude. Brad was completely aroused. His large cock danced enticingly before his lover's mouth. Paul, the lover, played with it, wrapped his fingers around it and jerked it. Then he let it slide into his mouth and sucked it!
Paul wrapped his hands around Brad's buttocks and pulled him forward as he sucked him off. Brad let his fingers wander down onto the top of Paul's wavy, dark hair and encouraged him with endearing words. "Atta boy, Paul! You sure do it good. Even better'n my wife." He lunged forward, slamming his dick hard into Paul's mouth.
"Even better'n my wife?" Paul let it slide out a moment and he stared owlishly at his lover.
Brad hedged. "She's pretty good at it." He slammed his cock back into Paul's mouth. "A few more times, then I'll do you."
After several strokes, the boys exchanged places. Paul slid his big cock into Brad's mouth and began pumping. His eyes were alight with lust and passion. He put his fingers on Brad's ears and pulled him in and out on his prick. "Kiss me, lover," he screamed, dragging Brad to his feet by the ears.
Brad slid into Paul's arms. Their lips locked in a tender, compassionate kiss. While the boys kissed each other, they pulled at each other's pricks. Then they stopped kissing, turned and stared down to where each had a hand interlocked over the other's cock.
"Mine's harder'n yours, Paul."
"I don't know. Mine feels pretty hard." Paul glared at his lover in mock severity. "If you don't stop griping, I'll do something desperate."
"Such as?" Brad minced his words like a beach boy at a queer's bar.
"Ram this big cock in your big, fat ass, that's what I'll do," threatened Paul, sounding like a soprano with a sore throat.
"You wouldn't dare!" Brad bent over in front of Paul, daring him to carry out his threat.
Paul smacked Brad on the ass a few times, then easing forward, his cock sliding all the way into Brad's asshole!
Brad squealed in mock pain, then wiggling his fanny around like a hooker in a beer joint, he said, "Oh my, it hurts so good! Oooooh. Aaaaaah. Sock it to me, lover. Sock it to me." He rocked back and forth in a wild rhythm.
Paul socked it to him, holding tight to Brad's hips to keep him from slipping away. Then, with a hard slap on Brad's rump, he uncoupled, whirled his lover around, kissed him, then bent far over, his fingers touching the floor. "Do me!" he ordered.
Brad did him....
Carol had seen enough. "Let's go," she whispered, backing away from the door, easing Helen along with her.
Silently the chagrined pair slunk away from the den of iniquity, eased their way back down the steps, back through the living room the kitchen and out onto the porch.
Two beautiful pairs of eyes which had just witnessed a horrifying scene were very thoughtful when they climbed into the car. Helen turned to her. "Where to?" Her voice was low, toneless.
"My place." Carol's voice, too, was low, toneless and filled with sorrow and disbelief.
The two girls were silent while Helen drove the short distance to Carol's apartment. They remained silent as they rushed to Carol's bedroom and threw themselves onto the bed.
The silence was broken by a gush of sobs from both lovely throats and both girls gave forth with hot tears, unlike the previous time when both girls were naked as a jaybird, bouncing around on the bed, unable to stop their laughing. This time the sounds were of anguish.
Uncontrollable sobs of grief tore them apart. Genuine tears coursed their cheeks. Their bodies were wracked with real sobs of despair.
Carol dabbed at her eyes with a hankie. "My husband!" she wailed. "A cocksucker!"
Helen dabbed at her eyes with a hankie. "My husband!" she wailed. "A cocksucker!"
This joint opinion of agreement set them both off into another round of weeping, wailing and gnashing of teeth. The girls threw themselves into their grief with enthusiasm. They tried to outdo each other with the tears, sobs and wails. Both girls gave a good account of themselves for several minutes, consuming half a box of tissues in the process.
Eventually they ran out of tears and their tear ducts dried up. Carol sat up on the bed, dabbing at her messed make-up and trying to stop sniffling. "I feel miserable," she sobbed.
Helen sat beside her. Her pretty face was a mess, what with the tears slopping at the carefully applied make-up and eye shadow. Even her lipstick was smudged, but not from kissing. "Me too."
They grabbed at each other for support and solance. Carol eased Helen back to the bed and kissed her on the lips, letting a few tear drops run down her friend's cheeks. "Did you see the gleam in Paul's eyes when he sucked Brad's cock?" she shuddered.
"And the look in Brad's eyes?" Helen also shuddered.
"They acted like they were enjoying it." Carol's fingers strayed down to Helen's blouse and she began unbuttoning it. Soon she had her friend undressed and she slid her clothes off. "Some hobby!" she said.
"No wonder they wanted to get rid of us!" Helen drew Carol on top of her and pulled her face down within kissing range. She kissed Carol again and again. Her fingers played around on Carol's naked back. She let them run up and down Carol's spine.
Carol knelt between Helen's legs and spread them wide. She eased her honey pot down and rubbed it against Helen's golden mound of love. "I never thought I'd see the day when my husband would have another man's prick in his mouth!" Carol winced at the horror of the thought.
"And the way they sounded!" Helen sighed. "Like a couple of queers. And Brad has always been so manly." The tears threatened to come again.
Carol comforted her. "There, there, darling. Don't take it so hard. At least we know they didn't have a couple of girls in the house."
"I'd feel better if they had!"
Carol forced a smile. "Let me try and make you forget this whole, horrible thing, darling."
"How?" The teenaged girl's face lit up in anticipation.
"Like this!" Carol kissed her tenderly. "I'll kiss you all over, darling." The butterfly kisses started on Helen's wet cheeks, throat, and curved down to her petite, pointy titties. Carol's skilled lips pulled at the red nipples, tightening them up and making Helen squeal in delight.
"Ooooooh...." Helen began to moan happily at the loving touches. The despair left her face and her eyes lit up. She held Carol's hands as they roved over her lovely, naked body. She thrilled at the touch of the warm, soft, girl's hands. She guided Carol's hands to the spots she wanted attention paid to. Together their fingers caressed Helen's golden-haired honey pot. She pushed a few of Carol's fingers into the hole and helped her massage the clitty.
She scrootched Carol around on the bed. The dark mane of brown hair swept over Helen's thighs and Carol's face disappeared between Helen's gorgeous pink thighs.
Carol dipped her tongue into Helen's hole. She sucked and sucked, letting her tongue dive in as deeply as she could push it. Helen thrashed around on the bed under her, moaning and laughing in delight. Carol smiled to herself. She knew she could make this adorable little girl forget her sorrows. She eased further around on the bed, lifted one of her legs and straddled Helen's face.
She got up on her knees to survey the glorious box she was working on. The movement settled her fanny down onto Helen's face. Her lover graciously accepted the offering of a glorious cunt to kiss and lick.
Helen opened her mouth and sucked at Carol's vaginal lips. She let her tongue dart in and out, massaging the clit. She kissed Carol's cunt with her lips, making exaggerated sounds with her mouth to signify she enjoyed it. "I love this little thing!" she murmured, kissing and sucking it again and again, working herself to a passionate pitch. She pulled Carol's buttocks to her, slapping gently at the ass cheeks and stroking her thighs.
Carol's tongue came out and she bent down and swabbed Helen's pussy with long, enjoyable strokes that ran along the vaginal lips, down to the tiny asshole and back to the pink pulsating pussy.
Both girls worked enthusiastically on each other's goodies. Fingers and lips sucking, teasing, tongues darting and lips kissing, they worked each other into a frenzy.
"Ooooooh, aaaaaaah," Carol moaned happily, thrashing around on the bed, rolling over and pulling Helen on top, then rolling over again and resuming the dominant role. The girls thrashed around on the bed, laughing, moaning, sucking, fingering, tonguing each other. Dipping into pussies, dipping into asshole, kissing pussies, kissing assholes, kissing vaginal lips.... Muttering obscenities. Cooing and squealing. Loving each other. Pinching each other. Slapping each other. Kissing....
Carol was the first to come. She cried out, lifted her hips high, and took off into outer space. The spasms shook her deeply. She moaned and shrieked with sheer pleasure as she unloaded a gigantic orgasm under the teenage blonde's mouth!
Helen came almost as soon. She, too, squealed, moaned and thrashed around in delight as she unloaded a goodly portion of hot love juices into Carol's greedy mouth.
Carol bit at Helen's pussy in a spasmodic reaction to her own titillation. The girls pressed their mouths tightly to each other's cunts, savoring and sucking to their heart's content, not wanting to miss a drop.
"More! More!" screamed Carol, sucking the glorious golden sex pot. She lapped it until it was nearly dry, wet only from the slobbering of her own tongue. The love juices had long since gone down her throat, but she continued to suck Helen's pink slit as if hoping for more.
Afterwards they lay in each other arms. The soft light of the bedroom shone down on the two beautiful, nude girls, locked in a tender embrace, lips kissing, whispering words of love.
Carol stared deeply into the eyes of her lover, the young wife. "I love you, Helen," she whispered.
Helen snuggled contentedly into the arms of her lover. "I know, dear, and it makes me so happy."
Carol let her fingers stray through the mass of gorgeous, blonde hair, a thoughtful look on her pretty face. "I've been thinking, darling...."
"Yes?" Helen scrootched closer, letting her lips brush against Carol's large titties.
"We were all shook up when we found out what Paul and Brad's new hobby was, right?"
"Cocksucking..'.?" Helen lifted her head up to the level of Carol's, and frowned.
Carol nodded. Cupping her fingers under Helen's chin, she said, "We were all broke up about what we saw them doing to each other ,...?"
Helen nodded. "Right."
"Yet here we are in bed with each other doing practically the same thing. That makes us--" "Cuntlappers?"
"Exactly." Carol grinned. "You might say that's becoming a hobby with us. Now, I've been wondering if there isn't some way we can take advantage of these new hobbies?"
"Why not?" Carol squealed excitedly, hopping up onto her knees, ass thrust out, bending forward, titties rubbing against Carol's. "There's no reason why, if we put our heads together, we can't think of something."
"Just what I had in mind, darling." Carol, pleased at the reaction of her lover, drew her closer to her breasts. The feel of the smaller tits rubbing against her larger ones excited her.
"Right now, however, darling," she cooed, "instead of putting our heads together, we'll put something else together...."
Carol maintained a discreet silence after her night with Helen. She had sworn Helen to secrecy about having seen the two husbands making love to each other. She figured there are times when silence is golden.
Paul was the first to break the ice. It was Wednesday and the dishes were done and they were curled up on the sofa watching television. Drawing her into the crook of his arm, he said, "Hon, I ran into Brad again today."
"You see him often, it seems like."
"We eat in the same restaurant downtown."
Carol beat back the smart crack about having seen them both eating at the same spot last Saturday--between each other's legs. Instead she said, "So...?"
"He's kinda got me hooked on this hobby business. Like last Saturday night, before you girls came back to their house, we had quite a time."
"On the hobby?"
Paul flushed, then nodded. "I never thought having a hobby could be so interesting. Brad collects stamps, coins, old books...."
And stiff cocks, Carol thought, grimly recalling the scene she and Helen had watched through the crack in the bedroom door. She shrugged. "He's a man of many hobbies. So what?"
Flushing slightly, Paul continued, "He's kinda got me hooked on this--" He broke off, flushing.
"Hobby business?"
Paul nodded eagerly. "He wants to make a regular thing of it. Me and him meet every weekend or so, at his house or our apartment. Well compare notes. He'll get me started in stamps, coins...."
And sucking cocks, Carol thought sadly. There goes the marriage down the drain. She'd thought a few times that maybe she'd lose her husband to another girl, but never in her wildest imagination had she considered she might lose him to another man! "Seems like he's kinda good at getting you started in things. Is he the one got you started in this wife swapping business?" Her voice was sharp, edgy.
"No, that was Harry, but that's all over with. No more wife swapping." Paul gathered her hands into his and squeezed them intimately.
"Well, at least that's something!"
Paul gathered her deeper into his arms. His fingers unhooked her bra. That was all she was wearing except for the shorts which covered her other essentials. He ran his fingers over her titties and tweaked the nipples. He cupped the gorgeous melons into his big, strong hands and squeezed them and bounced them around. He kissed her on the lips, nose, eyes, and let his tongue rove over her smooth cheeks. "I detect a note of sarcasm in your voice, hon. Don't you want me to get involved with Brad and his hobbies?" He ran the tip of his tongue into her ear and bit gently at her ear lobe.
Carol, feeling herself melting as usual when someone played with her, tried valiantly to maintain her cool. She didn't mind in the least his getting involved in hobbies, but getting involved with Brad in the cocksucking, ass reaming business? No thanks. That would lead to too many complications, turn her husband into a queer. That, she didn't want! Shaking her head vehemently, she said, "I want things to be just the way they were. Before you got involved with Harry and Brad!"
Sucking in a deep breath and removing her shorts and panties, Paul said, "Things never remain the same, hon. We've been married about two years. We've been wrapped up in each other so much, we haven't had time for other friends. That's probably why I got hooked so easily on the wife swapping bit with Harry. But now we know Brad and Helen and everything is different."
Carol's spirits soared when he mentioned Helen. She scrootched around on the couch while he undressed himself, then she snuggled up against him, pulling herself into his lap. She could feel his cock coming to life under her ass, while he played with her titties. "What d'ya have in mind, Paul?"
"I've been talking things over with Brad. We'd like to get together, every other week, or so...."
"I'll bet!" Carol frowned, then flushed. "More wife swapping!"
"No. What we had in mind is me and him getting together for a weekend. Really go to town on our hobbies without interruption."
"And me and Helen?"
Paul gathered her into his embrace and showered her with kisses. "You like Helen. She likes you. While me and Brad are together at his house, or our apartment, you and Helen could have a weekend together, too." Paul sealed his proposition by gathering her tits into the palms of his and sucking them in turn. He peered upward between the mounds of delight at his wife, a childish, boyish look of pleading on his handsome face. "Please say yes, hon?"
Carol's heart pounded but she restrained herself with an effort. "What'll me and Helen do, while you two characters are involved with these hobbies?"
"We were thinking you and Helen could get together by yourselves. Either in our apartment or their house, depending on where me and Brad are."
"And what'll we be doing by ourselves?" Carol's voice was sharp.
"Whatever two girls do when they're together!" Paul shrugged.
"Maybe we do just like men when they're together?" Carol got this dig in, then seeing the flush of shame on her husband's face, she added, sweetly, "Maybe we can come up with a few hobbies, like sewing, knitting, or...." Sucking each other off like you guys do, she finished the sentence in her head.
Paul's face brightened. "That's the idea! Maybe you could take in a show? A movie? Just sit around and gab? Plenty of things girls can do when they're alone...."
And how, thought Carol. She smiled and a thought jelled. It might not be a bad idea at that. Uninterrupted weekends with Helen, and they would have the whole house to themselves. They could pull down the shades, undress and have a ball wandering around the house and making love to each other completely. Weekend Lesbians. The wives of weekend queers.
This sounded even better than wife swapping!
She snuggled deeper into Paul's embrace and felt his large cock surging to life near her asshole. She spread her legs and eased it upward between her legs. She tickled the head of it with her fingers. "Just the four of us? No other couples?"
"Just us four. No more Harries and no more Rita's. No more wife swapping. Just man to man and wife to wife enjoying each other's company, free of their mates, on weekends. How's it sound? Think you and Helen can stand each other for weekends?"
Carol beat down a wave of exultation and a desire to jump up and down in sheer joy. Could she stand being with Helen for weekends? Lordy, she could stand being with the gorgeous little blonde teenager every night-night after night-she'd never get too much of that adorable little pussy. Trying to maintain a casual attitude, she nodded. "I guess it would work out. Let's try it-" "This weekend?" Paul tried not to sound too eager.
Carol deliberated for about three seconds, then nodded. "I guess so!" She was surprised to notice that her answer seemed to bring sharp, new hardness to his surging cock. When she agreed, it seemed to spring up three more inches. She fondled it. "Now, what're we going to do about this?" She couldn't let him save it for Brad. She wanted it to get herself primed up for the upcoming weekend with Helen.
Paul eased her onto the thick carpeted floor. He knelt between her legs. She opened them eagerly for him, spreading her knees far apart so he could enter her easily. She reached down, drew his immenseness into her hands and guided him into her gaping gash.
"It seems so extra big tonight," she cooed, when he slid it into the familiar slot.
"That's because I have an understanding wife!"
Who's agreed to let you be a weekend cocksucker, she thought. Carol drew him into her embrace. Her heart pounding. So, go ahead and suck cocks on the weekends. Just so I get this on the weekdays. She surged upward when he thrust solidly into her. She'd never felt him quite so big inside her. He seemed almost as big as Brad, nearly as big as Harry. Carol smiled to herself and shoved her ass upward. No one could be as big as Harry.
She was going to miss that guy's big cock, but this would give her far more pleasure in the long run. A hot, well endowed husband every night of the week. Then for frosting on the cake, she'd have an adorable little blonde cunt to work out on the long weekends.
She met Paul's upward thrusts and joined the rhythm. He jabbed solidly into her, deeper and deeper, harder and harder. Gripes, he was hot tonight!
This new swap arrangement was going to be far better than the normal husband-wife swap! Carol smiled a tight smile. There were many ways a girl could make a husband happy and at the same time, be happy herself. . .