Chapter 3
For almost a week Carol and Paul barely talked to each other. The affair at the Dodson place was still uppermost in their minds. Carol knew she had scored a moral victory, but with the victory came a sense of foreboding. Paul didn't relish the idea of her getting the better of him. His masculine vanity had taken a trouncing. His ego had been pierced and his pride had been clobbered.
Carol was the first to break the ice. She figured he'd suffered enough. Exactly one week after the hectic affair at the Dodson's, she crawled out of her seldom-used twin bed, stepped across the bedroom and crawled in beside Paul. The beds were more than large enough for both of them. Until this past week, they'd used only one of the beds, keeping the other for a spare.
She snuggled into his unwilling embrace, kissed his cold lips, turned his face back to her again and said, "Let's talk."
"About what? Harry and his big prick which you enjoyed so much?" He was back on his old refrain.
"Okay, we'll talk about that!" Carol reached across his face to turn the bedroom lamp on. Since she'd conveniently left her nightie off her large breasts fell on his face, a nipple dangling at his lips. She held this position for a long moment, pretending to be fumbling for the switch.
Paul kept his mouth closed and refused to accept the bait. If he'd opened his mouth at that moment a sizable portion of gorgeous tittie would've plopped into his mouth. Resolutely, he kept his lips compressed and didn't take the peace offering.
Carol sighed. He was really pissed off. She settled back in the bed alongside him. "I'd like to point out that until last week, I'd never met Harry. I'd heard about him from you, and knew a lot about him. But never met him until then!"
"It didn't take you long to get acquainted, once you met him!" Paul's voice was filled with outrage. "Sucking him off like that. In front of everybody. You didn't do that to me until six months after we were married. Yet, in less'n an hour after you met him, you had his prick in your mouth. And a few minutes later, you had it in your cunt!" Paul's voice contained a measure of discontent as he recited her alleged misdeeds.
Carol popped her eyes wide in mock innocence. "But I thought that was the way to play the swap game. Grab the other partner and get with it?"
"Not so abruptly. You should lead up to those things gradually."
"I sec." Carol pursed her lips thoughtfully. "Like having a naked, big blonde sit in your lap, pull your cock out and play with it? Wave it in the breeze and brag about it? Like that gradually?"
Paul flushed. "That's right. Be smart Alec about it. Anyway, I didn't like what you did."
"I didn't like it, either." Carol snuggled up to him, and planted a big kiss on his lips. "Now that our swapping past is behind us, let's forget about it. Not even talk about it anymore?" Paul shook his head. "It's not behind us."
"What?" Carol scrootched away from him.
Paul gathered her to him again. This time he was the one smiling. "I'll admit the first session was an eye opener. I was shocked by your actions, but once we got squared away...."
"And you got into bed with Rita?"
He nodded. "It wasn't too bad. I'm all for this mate swapping. It's fun!"
Carol frowned. "For you, maybe, but not for me. I only did what I did to Harry to show you how stupid the whole thing is." "I know." Paul kissed her. "I got pissed off about it. I'm still provoked, but I understand why you did it." He ran his hands down her titties and tweaked the nipples.
Carol tried to maintain her aloofness in the face of his new approach to the mate swapping bit. Evidently he hadn't gotten it out of his system. The feel of his fingers playing with her nipples excited her. Damn, if only she wasn't such a hot-natured bitch! She'd always been that way. The moment a man's fingers closed on her goodies, she was like putty to be molded.
This had first happened to her when she was pushing fourteen. She was at a girl friend's house to spend the night. The girl friend had gone out to the store for a short time, leaving Carol alone with her step-father. Carol liked the older man, who'd always treated her well. He was friendly and often gave her nickels and dimes when he gave them to her friend.
That night, George had asked her to come over where he was reading the evening paper. Carol had knelt beside his lounge chair and glanced at the article he was reading. George had let his hand slide down and before Carol realized it, she felt his fingers touching her thighs. Since she was wearing a short skirt, he had plenty of pink thigh to work on.
Carol tried to pretend she didn't feel George's fingers on her legs as she looked at the paper. He pretended to be reading the paper, too, but his fingers wandered closer to her tightly-haired snatch. She still recalled the thrill that went through her when his fingers played with the emerging mound of brown hair that covered her pussy.
Pretending to be engrossed in the paper he held with one hand, George played with Carol's cunt with his other hand. He pushed her panties down around her knees. He spread her legs apart and dipped his fingers into her pussy and her asshole. He massaged her asscheeks and the backs of her thighs.
Carol almost swooned at the thrill of the man's fingers on her goodies. Since he was pretending to be reading the paper, she pretended he wasn't doing anything to her. She got so hot, without really knowing why, that she would've done anything at that moment. He was the first person to ever play with her cunt.
George, the paper still held before him, unzippered his fly, pulled his cock out and placed Carol's hands on it. "Jerk it," he whispered.
Carol did. Why, she didn't know. AH she knew was that she was heated up and that she enjoyed the feel of his fingers in her pussy and her asshole.
"Some day, I'll stick this in there!" he promised, digging his fingers into her cunt and motioning to his hard cock.
Carol could only nod and stare in fascination at the prick she was jerking. She'd never seen one at close range before like this. It seemed so big and alive. It throbbed and jerked under her fingers. She'd vaguely learned about sex through talking with girl friends, reading books, and seeing pictures that were smuggled into school by adventurous students.
The more she jerked, the harder George's prick got. "Oh, Lordy, I'd love to fuck you right now!" he moaned.
Carol understood the words, but didn't quite know the real meaning. Her education hadn't progressed quite that far. She knew the item she was jerking belonged between her legs where his fingers were playing around. But she associated this with marriage. All she knew at the moment was she enjoyed the feel of his immenseness in her hands. She watched his thing get harder and harder.
Suddenly, he said, "I'm gonna come. Stick it in your mouth, Carol!" Reaching over, he shoved her head down.
Carol opened her mouth to protest and felt the huge cock sliding down her throat. She gagged a bit, then tried to back away from the throbbing thing. George held her neck and pushed against it. "Take it," he whispered hoarsely. "Swallow it," With a convulsive jerk, he unloaded in her mouth.
Carol gagged and almost choked. Then she adjusted to the hugeness of the thing in her mouth, spitting hot lava into her throat. She gulped, then swallowed. It cleared her throat of liquid and felt awful going down. Bitter, salty and hot, but thrilling.
While she was sucking him off, he continued to jab his fingers into her cunt and she felt a moistness in that area. She spasmed and twisted around under his probing fingers.
With a sigh of content, George finally withdrew her mouth from his cock. He slid his limber dick back into his pants, zipped his fly, picked up his paper and withdrew his fingers from her honey pot. A flush on his face, he motioned for her to scoot back onto the other chair where she'd been sitting. "Don't ever say a word to anyone about this!" he warned.
Flushing hotly, Carol nodded her head. She wouldn't dare breathe a word of this to anyone. It had been so sudden. So embarrassing. So wrong. Yet, so good. Something she'd want to try again, if she ever got the chance.
A few minutes later, when her friend came in the house with her mother, Carol and George were sitting calm and relaxed. He had his face deeply buried in the paper. Carol was reading a magazine. Both appeared at ease, as if nothing had happened.
Every since then, Carol had been a pushover for a man's fingers on her pussy. No matter how determined she was about not letting a boy get fresh with her, if he managed to get a finger, or two, onto her pussy, or onto her titties, Carol was a goner, a pushover.
Like now. With Paul playing with her titties, she was melting into a hot, creamy sex-pot. She knew that she'd agree to anything he suggested. She knew that he knew. That's what hurt. If only there was a way she could hide, or subdue, her passionate instincts.
"Okay, Paul. Out with it. What d'ya have on your mind?"
"Another session at the Dodsons. Next week end."
A stricken look swept to Carol's eyes. "Not again?"
Paul nodded. "They like us. Want us back. And this time there's gonna be another young couple joining the fun. Brad Peterson and his wife, Helen."
"Never heard of 'em. Do you know them?"
"No. But Harry says Brad's quite a character. A real swinger. He doesn't know Brad's wife, either, but from what he tells me, she's a doll. 'Bout eighteen and a half. A blonde. Innocent as a new born babe. I'm looking forward to meeting her."
Carol flushed. Damn him. Thinking of other girls at a time like this! Playing with her bare titties and kissing her, pushing his fingers into her hot-box, and at the same time mentioning how he was looking forward to meeting a girl he'd never seen! How low can a man get? She scrootched away from him, a deep frown on her face.
For the first time in her life, a man's probing fingers between her legs didn't do a thing for her. It didn't arouse her to a heated passion or make her want to roll over onto her back and accept the man.
If Paul noticed her coolness, he gave no sign. He scrootched over after her, his cock as big as a mast pole. He slid over her, eased her legs apart and poised at the entrance to her tunnel.
Paul crowed, "See how big it is?" He pointed and waved his wang in the breeze. "Just from talking 'bout the swap sessions. I told you it would add to our pleasure. I haven't had it this big, since--" He puckered in thought.
"You stuck it in Rita last week?" Carol completed his thought.
Paul nodded. "Come to think of it, you're right. It was this big then. See, that proves my point. The swap sessions are good for us. Stirs us up more."
Carol sighed. She longed to feel his dick in her cunt, but was distressed at the turn the conversation had taken. She wanted no part of the swapping business. She hoped that last week would end it for good. Instead, it seemed to have stirred Paul up more than ever.
"Ready?" He kissed her and tickled the outer edge of her pussy with his cock. "Shall I slam big boy in?"
"Maybe you'd better save it for the new girl. That what's her name you're raving about. Helen? Or maybe you can lay your big-titted friend Rita again? Why waste this on me? I'm not your type any more."
A frown swept to his face, but it was quickly replaced by a forgiving grin. "One of these days, pow, right in the pisser." He rammed it into her pussy. "Don't give with that don't like it routine, dear. I could see the way you acted when Harry rammed his big dick into your cunt. You enjoyed it."
"I sure did! It was so big!" Carol had to be truthful about it. She bounced around under her husband, beginning to heat up. She was so damned hot. A thought struck her.
Maybe Paul was right about this swap business being good for both of them. Maybe she should get with it and take advantage of it while it lasted.