Chapter 9

Paul didn't bring up the subject of swapping for the next couple of weeks and it pleased Carol. She hoped he had it out of his system. The last session at the Dodson's hadn't worked out too well for him and he was still sort of ticked off about it. Carol didn't help him any. She walked around their apartment with a smug, contented look on her face, as if daring him to mention wife swapping again.

Finally, he did. After she cleared away the supper dishes and they were settled in the living room for an evening of watching television, he said, "I ran across Brad today."

"So?"

"We got to talking about how the four of us should maybe get together some night." He tried to keep his voice casual.

"What for?"

Paul flushed. "He kinda likes you, dear. Feels like maybe he got cheated when we were at Dodson's a couple weeks ago."

"Oh? Do you feel the same way? You did get his wife, remember?" Her voice contained a measure of iciness.

"Yeah, for a one-shot deal. I wanted to spend the whole night with her. And Brad wanted to spend the whole night with you," he blurted.

"So now you want to arrange a night and do just that?"

"I was thinking we could have 'em over Saturday night. We've got two bedrooms."

"You and Helen in one. Me and Brad in the other?"

Carol stood before him, hands on hips, frowning.

Paul nodded, a vapid look on his face.

Carol crinkled her brows, a thoughtful look on her face. She glared down. "You still aren't over the wife swapping kick? You still want to play the game? I thought by now, you'd had enough of that foolishness."

Paul flushed. "T'ain't foolishness. It's being modern. Just because the squares are against it, doesn't mean it isn't good for us young marrieds. It'll add zest to our marriage. You were all for that kinda stuff a few years ago, in college. Hell, you'd slunk up with anyone then. You called it free love. Doing your thing. Expressing yourself. So why not now?"

Carol sighed. "Maybe because I've grown up. And it's about time you grew up and faced facts. We're married to each other. That makes a difference. Free love is for kids, bachelors and single girls. This wife swapping can only lead to trouble. I say we should forget about it."

The rebellion grew in Paul's dark, somber eyes. A radical cat from way back, he resented being told he couldn't do something he had his heart set on. "I already told Brad we'd get together. I invited 'em up. They'll be here Saturday night."

Carol flushed. "Oh, you did! Without consulting me!" She paced the floor. Then turned to him with a twinkle in her eyes. "Okay, you invited Brad and Helen. I'll invite someone, too."

"Who?"

"The Dodson's! One couple can use the hide-a-bed sofa. You can have the little blonde because that's what this is all about. You take Helen. I'll take Harry and Brad can have Rita. How's that sound?"

Paul shook his head. "Un-unh. The Dodson's are out. Brad said he'd never go to another swap party if Harry's there, too. It'll be just the four of us."

"But I like big Harry!" Carol protested, an impish gleam in her eyes.

"His big cock you like!" Paul glared at her. I'm not gonna have him ruining you with that big wang of his."

Carol feigned annoyance. "It's all right for you to ruin poor little Helen with that big thing of yours!"

"Thai's different. I'm normal size. I won't ruin Helen, but that Harry...." He shuddered.

Carol stopped pacing. She flopped onto the sofa, stroking her chin with her fingers. She wasn't really against Paul's idea. She'd been hoping he'd suggest such a thing. If he hadn't she was planning on bringing the subject up herself, in a round-a-bout way. She did want to renew her friendship with Helen. She still thrilled at the memory of the night at Dodson's. Harry had fallen fast asleep and hadn't bothered them the rest of the night. She and Helen had made love to each other over and over.

Now she yearned for another session with the cute, blonde teenager. She longed for the feel of her tiny cunt in her mouth and to kiss the pointy, solid titties. Oh, Lordy, she'd better stop drooling before Paul got wise.

Maintaining an air of severity, she finally gave in. "Since I can't talk you out of it, I guess I'll say yes...." She gave in very reluctantly but her thoughts raced. She'd have a few days to think up something. A way that she and Helen could share each other's love and still keep the boys happy. A difficult task, but she'd call Helen tomorrow. Between them, maybe they could work something out.

Paul was overjoyed when she gave her consent. Leaping to his feet, he dragged her to him and showered her with kisses. "Darling, you won't regret it. You'll have a ball. Brad's really got hot pants for you!"

"Like you got hot pants for his wife?" She tried to push his hands away from her blouse. He was undressing her but she wasn't in the mood. She hadn't been since her session with Helen. He'd left her alone since then, still sulking in his misery.

Paul zippered her blouse off, unhooking her bra and tossing it aside. He removed her skirt and then undressed himself. Standing before her nude, and completely aroused, he suddenly sunk to his knees before her. He toyed with her pink panties. He tweaked at the ridge of brown hair visible through the thin material. He spread her legs wide and let his fingers roam around on the underside of her crotch, rubbing her lightly through the material.

Bending forward, he ran his tongue in and around the panties covering her sex. He stroked her sides and bottom.

Carol stared down at the bobbing head of her husband. Was he cracking up? Sucking her off while she still had her panties on? Normally, he'd have them off and be dipping his tongue into her honey pot. Now he was lapping her panties, making them sopping wet with his tongue.

In spite of her feeling; toward him and her desire not to make love now, she found herself heating up. As usual when a man played with her, she lost control of her will power and melted into a jellyfish, with no backbone to resist. His licking her through her panties excited her and gave her a new thrill.

She let him ease her over to the couch, lay her on it and continue sucking her panties. She beat down an urge to reach over and grab hold of his cock as it dangled in front of her face while he busied himself with her pussy. Finally he pulled the panties off and slid his tongue onto her bare flesh.

Carol moaned and throbbed with delight. She made one last attempt to stem the tide. "Why don't you save this thing for Helen?" She placed hand on prick. "Don't waste it on me."

Paul considered her statement, pausing for a moment in his nibbling. He stared down at it. "Might be a good idea at that. I wanta be well charged up for that lovely doll. But, shit, that's not for a few more days." He rolled Carol onto her back, spread her legs and said, "Brace yourself...."

"Just call me Helen! Get in practice." A note of disapproval crept into her voice.

"Okay, Helen! I'm about ready to sock it to you." He rammed it in.

Carol went through the motions with him, but didn't really enjoy it. She knew that every time he dipped in and out of her pussy, his thoughts were on the little blonde he'd be screwing Saturday. This troubled her, because her thoughts were also on the little blonde. And the thoughts she was having didn't include a picture of her husband on top of Brad's wife.

The picture that Carol visualized consisted of her on top of Brad's wife, her tongue sticking way out, fingers teasing ...

When Paul finished his session on the couch and went singing off to the bathroom, Carol picked up the phone and dialed Helen's number.

She had a plan for Saturday night. A plan of her own.

Carol and Paul greeted Helen and Brad warmly. Having given her okay to the swap party, Carol figured she'd make the most of it. There was no changing Paul's mind once he'd made it up, he was just too much of a rebel. Too much of a knothead, Carol thought ruefully.

She noticed the way her husband ogled the pretty blonde when she stepped into the apartment. Paul's gaze practically ate Helen. Not that Carol could blame Paul for gawking at her. Helen was a dream boat with her long blonde hair, eye make-up, pink glow on her cheeks and carefully applied lipstick, giving her a pouty, small girl look.

Helen's petite but lovely breasts bounced around under the peek-a-boo blouse she wore. Her mini-skirt showed a goodly portion of nicely turned, pinkish thighs. Carol could hardly blame her husband for eyeing the beautiful girl, because she, too, was eyeing her.

After a few rounds of drinks in the living room, a considerable amount of small talk, and a few feels here and there while dancing with each other's wives, Paul got down to the nitty-gritty. Carol could see that he was hot to trot with Helen, straining at the leash.

Paul seized the first opportunity. Carol and Brad had gotten into a discussion about bowling. They discovered they were both bowling enthusiasts and that both had bowled in leagues. While they were comparing notes and bragging about scores and series totals, Paul said, "Why don't you take Brad into the bedroom and show him some of your bowling trophies?" He smiled suggestively and inclined his head toward the bedroom area.

"My bowling trophies?" Carol frowned. "He wouldn't want to see...."

"Sure he would. Wouldn't you, Brad?" Paul cut in eagerly.

"I sure would. I got a few myself, but I'd like to take a look at yours, Carol."

"Well...." Carol flushed. She was proud of having won a few trophies during her bowling career. A high single game trophy, a high set, a member of the winning team in the ladies classic league: she had several.

Brad took her by the arm. His dark eyes filled with lust and longing, he said, "I really would like to see them."

"I've got them stashed away in the bedroom. I guess I could dig them out." Carol flushed slightly under his lustful glance. She felt herself heating up. Brad was a handsome hunk of man.

"Take your time," Paul said graciously, cozying up to Helen and slipping an arm about her. "Take your time Arriving in the bedroom, Carol paused and crinkled her brows. "Let me see ... where'd I put them the last time I cleaned up this room?" She headed toward the closet. In a cardboard box on the shelf, of course.

Brad interrupted her and slid an arm about her waist. "Let's find them later," he grinned impishly. "Much later."

"But I thought...."

"Personally I'd rather look at you!" Brad slipped his other arm about her and drew her close. "You're a prize in my book." He kissed her.

Carol retaliated. She kissed him back. That's what it was all about, she thought. Her husband had sent her in here with Brad so he could be alone with Helen. Brad whispered hoarsely. "I've had hot pants for you ever since that night at Dodson's!" He wasted no time. He dipped his fingers down past Carol's throat and settled his hands between her breasts.

"You have?" Carol eyed him impishly, feigning a look of surprise in her eyes. "But I thought you and Rita had a thing going for each other that night."

"That big slob! Ugh!" Brad shuddered at the memory. "I just happened to get stuck with her, the way things worked out. But all the time I wanted you. Man, I had a hard-on for you, baby." He unzipped her blouse, drew it from her shoulders and tossed it aside. Next, he unhooked her bra and it, too, was tossed to the winds. Brad gaped at the pair of knockers and wet his lips.

Carol began losing her normal control when Brad reached over and began playing with her titties. She heated up considerably and felt herself melting into a warm, tingly sex pot. "You really had a hard-on for me?"

"Like this!" Brad dropped his pants, whipped off his under drawers and exposed himself. He fondled his cock and shoved it toward her. His arousal was almost complete. "Man, I was aching to shove this in you, baby." He finished undressing himself and Carol.

"I didn't know that!" Carol protested, eyes alight with innocence. "I thought you and Rita were hitting it off so well you didn't have eyes for little ole me!"

"Well, now you know." Brad grinned and swept her into his arms. "Not only do I have eyes for you, baby, but I got a stiff cock to go with them!" He eased her over and gently lowered her onto the bed.

"You sure don't waste time!" Carol eyed his instrument with approval. It was slightly larger than her husband's, and maybe just a wee bit fatter.

"All I've been thinking of the past few weeks, baby, is that I gotta stick this between your legs, right now. Next time, we'll work up to it more gradually." He knelt between her legs, spread them wide and aimed his weapon in her gorgeous honey pot.

Carol frowned. "Suppose Paul or Helen walks in on us?"

"They won't. They're probably doing the same thing right now on the living room couch."

Carol increased her frown. "This was all arranged between you and Paul? A ... a wife swapping party...?" She kept a severe note of disapproval in her voice.

"Didn't he mention it was going to be a swap session?"

Carol shook her head. "He hinted at it, but I thought'd be just an evening together. Maybe play cards and talk. Dance...."

"You sound just like my wife. What d'ya two have against swapping? I like to do it and Paul likes it." He eased the head of his cock into her small cunt.

"That's all you men think of!" Carol ended the discussion on swapping. She could only concentrate on one thing at a time. Right now her attention was on the big prick digging into her. "Oooo ... Aaaaa. It feels so good, Brad. You're even bigger'n my husband...."

"And you're almost as tight as my wife."

"Almost, but not quite!" Carol spoke with the voice of authority on the subject. She was an expert on Helen's honey pot. Brad entered her quickly and firmly. He moved high on her stomach, slipped his hands under her buttocks and pushed her up to meet his thrusts. "You'll throw stones at your husband after I'm through fucking you, baby!" he chortled.

"Most times I feel like doing that, anyway!" Carol replied honestly, surging upward to meet his hard lunges. She thought, This guy wasn't just bragging! He could really fuck! "Sock it to me, Brad. Screw me! Aaaah ... Oooooh...! " She smeared her lips on his, lapped his face with her tongue. "Oooo, it's so wonderful...." She bounced her titties up against his hairy chest.

"What boobs!" he cooed, edging down and kissing them. He eased onto his side, assuming a new position, cock still deeply imbedded in her. He slid her one leg up over his and came up under her hard.

"Ooooh...." Carol moaned as she adjusted to the new position. Her lush tits, lying one atop the other, bounced delightfully against his chest as he played with them. He rolled her onto her other side without missing a stroke, and continued to play with her titties.

He then rolled her on top and continued to stick it deeply in her. Her lovely globes bounced up and down on his chest while she assumed the masculine position. He rammed his rod upward between her outstretched legs.

"Where'd you learn all these tricks!" Carol gasped, trying to keep up with him. He was taking her in all sorts of positions, without taking his cock out or missing more than a few strokes.

"I read the right books. Before the night's over, baby, I'll do things to you, you never dreamed possible." He rolled over and landed on top.

"Gee, I hope so!" Carol enthused. There were times when she thought there was some merit to the wife swapping sessions. Like right now. Brad was sure adding zest to her marriage to Paul. She scrootched around excitedly under him. "Do me this way! Make me come! I'm so hot, Brad! Ooooh ... Aaaah...." She thrashed wildly under him, bouncing out of control, approaching a climax.

Ripples of orgasmic delight swept through her. Her tight little cunt grabbed his big prick eagerly and swept him along to a climax, too. Their hot juices intermingled while they thrashed about on the bed, lunging, bumping together, grabbing tightly, not wanting to break the magical moment. "I'm coming! " she wailed, happily. "I'm coming!"

"Right with me!" He gave a few more deep shoves into her and climaxed over and over. He finally sank back, a thoroughly fucked-out young man.

Laying beside her on the bed, he flicked a finger onto a firm tittie and murmured. "It was worth waiting a couple weeks for."

Carol got up on an elbow, teased her fingers through his shock of dark, wavy hair and asked, "Am I as good as Rita?"

Brad crinkled his nose. "That fat bitch! You're ten times as good." He placed his hand onto a tittie and began stroking it. His limber dick began stirring.

"Am I as good as your wife?"

Brad flushed. "That's a loaded question. I refuse to answer on the grounds she might sock me on the kisser if I say yes." Laughing, he drew Carol to him. His arousal was becoming more noticeable. He kissed her and his arousal became almost complete. He crinkled his nose at it. "Now, see what you've done," he scolded in mock severity. "AH this talk and fooling around. Now it's perked up again."

Carol let her fingers wander down and close over the emerging maleness. She grinned. "What're we going to do about it?"

"Maybe if you go down and talk to 'im, he'll pop up even more." Brad suggested, a lustful look in his eyes.

Carol debated the suggestion. Then she scrootched around on the wide bed. In the process, she managed to get her cute ass up in the air, her legs spread wide, one on either side of his face, her pussy in a position to get bumped by his mouth if he felt in the mood. She stared down at the half-stiff cock. "Come on, little dicky," she cooed. "Get hard for Carol." She placed her hand around it, squeezed it and licked the few drops still remaining on the head with her lips.

"Suck it," begged Brad. "It'll get real hard!"

"Say please."

"Please suck my cock!" He pushed her head down. Carol stiffened. "I will on one condition." "What?"

"You suck my cunt!"

She hardly had the words out of her mouth when he had his mouth on her moist pussy, sucking greedily. His big tongue dipped in and out of her glorious honey pot. He wrapped his hands around her ass cheeks and stroked them, drawing them closer to his face. He slapped her ass gently until it began turning pinkish.

Then he let his tongue slip upwards to her asshole and stuck it in. He alternated with his tongue, mouth and fingers on her cunt. He used his tongue with man-like thrusts.

Carol wiggled contentedly and moved her ass around on his face. Then she moved forward and drew his solid cock into her mouth. She sucked energetically as his cock swelled. The feel of his large cock in her mouth excited her. She could feel herself beginning to spasm and knew she'd be climaxing. Should she continue this way and come in his mouth and let him come in hers?

Always before when about ready to come, she'd switch around and take it in her cunt. Now she felt a desire to try it this way and compare the reaction with a man and the way it was with Helen, a couple weeks ago. She didn't scrootch around. She unloaded in her lover's mouth.

She passed the point of no return. Squealing, squiggling and moaning, she spasmed a gigantic orgasm. At the same time, he unloaded. A steady stream of hot lava shot down her throat. She gagged a moment, then adjusted to the hot hose spitting juices at her. She sucked and sucked and sucked. His cock throbbed, shuddered and bounced around in her mouth. She tightened her lips onto it and drew on it. letting her tongue roam around the head of it, licking off the last, agonizing drop.

Only then did she stop and let the limber member slide from her mouth. She stared at it with interest as it slid away from her and flopped onto the pillow. It sunk dejectedly into the area of the testicles, as though ashamed of itself and going into hiding.

A feeling of deep satisfaction swept through her, but with it came a stray thought. She loved sucking cocks. She loved getting fucked. But when it came to a preference of oral passion, her inner choice would be the sucking of a nice, tender, blonde pussy like the one between Helen's legs.

This stirred up more thoughts. She hopped from the bed. "We should be getting back to Paul and Helen. "She reached for her clothes and slipped into them.

"Naw, they won't miss us. Let's stay here all night." He lay back on the bed, completely spent, his once-solid mast pole a shadow of its former glory. "Well get this up after I rest and have another go at it."

Carol shook her head. "No. We'll get to that later. I still think we should go back to Paul and Helen. If you won't come with me, I'll go myself!"

"Hold it!" Brad wobbled to his feet. He grinned. "You sure know how to hurt a guy! A few more rounds with you and I'll be ready for Freddie!" He kissed her. "But I love it. I can hardly wait for the next round."

"First, we'll see how many rounds the happy couple in the other room have gone." Carol led the way out of the bedroom and coughed loudly to allow them time to get uncoupled, if they so desired.

Her eyes lit up in surprise when she and Brad re-entered the brightly lit living room.

Paul and Helen were not scurrying around to uncouple.

They were about as far apart as two humans could be in the same room. They were still fully dressed.

Paul, sitting on the couch and sipping at a whiskey, was glaring at Helen!

Helen, sitting on a chair at the far corner of the room and sipping her drink, was glaring at Paul, returning his hostile stare.