Chapter 1
HE WASN'T EXACTLY WHAT SHE'D BEEN looking for. But she guessed he'd have to do. She didn't have all that much time. He had a nice face and friendly eyes. He didn't appear to be a rough character, the type she'd always been fortunate enough not to pick, so she might as well take her usual gamble.
Bonita Cordell boldly gazed into the mirror behind the bar and met the reflected eyes. She let a little smile play about her full lips, feeling a surge of excitement when the man accepted her silent invitation. If all went well, she'd soon be having what she'd been wanting all day.
Smiling broadly, he brought his drink over, then asked the expected question while still standing. She told him that she didn't care for another drink, he slipped into the booth opposite her, and the little wrinkles around his eyes told her that he was even older than she'd thought.
"My name's Bonita, and I'm not a hustler," she said, meeting his light blue eyes. "I thought we could talk for a few minutes and just kind of see what happens."
"My name's Fred, Bonita, and I'm flattered because you're willing to just let me sit down and talk."
"Are you married, Fred?"
She figured that he was in his late forties, Jle didn't answer right away. She knew that he was trying to come up with the answer that he thought she might want to hear. She didn't help him. She wasn't really interested in his marital status, she was only asking to prepare the way for the offer she was going to make.
Finally, he said, "I have a daughter as old as you are, Bonita." He grinned. "Yes, I'm married and I'm still working at it fairly regularly. I'm here in this city on business, and I won't go home for a couple of days."
"Does your wife play while you're away?"
"I'd be afraid to ask her," Fred said good-naturedly. "I think it's better not to know some things."
"You have something there," Bonita said, wondering if she should bother to give the reason why she was a cheating wife. "Your daughter isn't twenty-six, is she, Fred?"
"Twenty. Hey, I wasn't trying to give you a snow job!"
"I'm sure you weren't," Bonita said. "Are you staying near here?"
"I have a hotel room within walking distance."
"I've been married since I was your daughter's age, Fred. I'm still working at my marriage, too. Do you cheat on your wife often?"
"Not as often as I'd like to," Fred said, chuckling softly. "I'm just an ordinary-looking fellow, as you can so plainly see, and I never had many opportunities, even when I was younger. I'm pushing fifty now and it isn't as if many attractive young females even notice me."
"Men can usually get anything they can afford."
"I have four children, Bonita. Two in college, and two in high school. However, I'm not exactly broke right now and—"
"Don't say it," Bonita interrupted. "I caught my husband cheating six weeks after we got married. I cried, raised hell, and told him that if he did it again
I'd do the same. He did, and I did. That's the way it's been ever since. We don't talk about it, but I can always tell when he has been with a woman. At the first opportunity, and when I'm in the mood, I go find myself a man."
"Am I going to be the lucky man this time?"
"If you like," Bonita said.
Fred said that he liked so much that if he were younger it'd be showing. Then he quickly added that she didn't have to worry about him not being able to perform; that his wife, at forty-five, was still sexy and he'd never had any complaints from her. Bonita didn't say anything. But she was glad to hear the news.
They finished their drinks and left. It was a short walk to the small hotel. The desk clerk didn't even look up. They took the self-service elevator to the fourth floor.
Walking along the hallway, Bonita felt as she imag-gined a whore might feel. If the whore meant to get pleasure as well as a profit, of course. Because it wasn't just that she was getting back at her husband. She probably wanted sex even more than the eager stranger, that she'd never see again.
Inside the room, with the door closed, Bonita held up her hands as Fred took a step toward her. "I have to wear these clothes home," she said, smiling. "Besides, I don't want to hurt your feelings, but this whole deal could be compared to a commercial venture, couldn't it? Meaning, of course, that it isn't as if we're long lost lovers or some damn thing. I guess I sound like a coldblooded bitch, huh?"
"You're doing the talking," Fred said, walking over and sitting on a straight-backed chair. "What do you want me to do? Sit here until you're naked and on the bed?"
"I did hurt your feelings," she said. "I'm sorry, Fred, but you'll have to admit that I was speaking the truth."
"I'm not complaining. I'll accept what you offer under any terms, Bonita, and be thankful that you came here with me."
"You're sweet," she said. "Maybe it would be better for you to sit there until I'm naked and on the bed. I'd better warn you right now, though, that I'm not as cold as I might appear."
"That thought didn't enter my mind," Fred said, grinning.
Her legs were bare. She kicked out of the high heels, unzipped the pale green street dress, and slipped it over her head. She patted her short blonde hair back into place, wriggled her hips, and let the white half-slip slide to the floor.
Standing there in the white brassiere and brief white panties, she enjoyed the way his admiring eyes flicked over her near-nakedness. She really started to get sexy hot for the first time. Before, there'd been mental excitement, or she wouldn't've been there, but now the heat started to build in her loins and slowly spread throughout her lush body.
She removed her bra. Her breasts were big and heavy, but they didn't drop more than an inch or so. The nipoles were small, pink, and already pebble-hard. She peeled the panties down along her shapely legs. Her pubic hair, short and soft, was only a shade darker than the light blonde hair on her head.
She knew that she had a pretty face, and that her green eyes were attractive, but she was extremely proud of her body. Her flesh was creamy-white, her buttocks were full and firm, her feet were small and her ankles slender. She was, as her husband and many other men had said, quite a hunk of woman.
Fred finally lifted his eyes to hers, she smiled, and said, "Well?"
"You look good enough to eat," he said hoarsely.
She arched her eyebrows and again said, "Well?"
Then she laughed, swayed over and stretched out on the bed. She spread her legs invitingly. It was at times like this when she faced the truth that she used her husband's cheating as an excuse for her own sexual adventures or misadventures. No, the latter couldn't be true. She'd never had an unlucky accident, misfortune, or mishap.
She watched the strange man stripping out of his clothes. It was dangerous, though. She took some risky chances when she picked up men. A little shiver raced up and down her spine. She'd been lucky. One day she just might pick on some innocent-looking guy who'd turn out to be a beast with a yen for the way-out sadistic stuff.
She thought of something that'd been on her mind more and more the past few weeks. She'd read and heard so much about wife-swapping, or mate-swapping seemed a more appropriate term, that she'd been seriously considering suggesting the idea to her husband. She'd even picked out a couple they might successfully approach. The only suitable married couple they both knew, really, and ...
Bonita's thoughts were discarded at that point; by the sight of the exciting male nakedness, and by the lust that inflamed her mind and body. She squirmed against the cool sheet impatiently, as Fred stood near the bed, staring at her exposed pussy.
He was remarkably well-preserved. He was lean and had very little hair on his body. His cock, stiff and ready, was bigger than those she considered average. Her husband's was a little over seven inches, and she knew that Fred's wasn't quite that long, but it could be a formidable whanger if not handled carefully. It was bigger around than Lee's tool, and the head was just about as big as any she'd ever seen. Or had.
Maybe, she thought, as he finally climbed onto the bed, she was going to get a screwing that would compare favorably with one of Lee's work-outs. Her horny husband was almost in a class by himself, in the prolonged pronging department, and in tongue-probing worship.
She guessed Fred meant to go down on her. He'd implied as much with words, and he was kneeling there between her legs staring at her cunt. She didn't really mind the delay, though. She'd found few men with a genuine desire to look at her like that, or with the willingness to so boldly do so, and the last thing she wanted to do was knock somebody out of pleasure that didn't do her a bit of harm.
Except for his fingers resting lightly on her parted thighs, he wasn't touching her. She'd stopped wiggling her ass and hips when he'd gotten on the bed. She lifted, pushing her pussy up a few inches, then settled back down onto the mattress. This caused his fingers to tighten their grip on her warm flesh.
Fred licked his lips. "You probably think I'm some kind of a nut, but I've never had the nerve to do to my wife all the things I'd like to do. Only when I'm lucky enough to be with a lovely young woman like you am I able to use my mouth and tongue." He laughed nervously. "I guess that's partly because of the derogatory terms for it that I've heard all of my life."
"Erotic activities are accepted by most so-called authorities as being perfectly natural and normal nowadays," Bonita said, lifting her knees and pushing them wider apart. "Did you ever think that you might be cheating your wife out of something she wants just as badly as you do."
"Every time I start to just go ahead and kiss it, I think about having to meet her eyes afterward," Fred said, still not shifting his greedy gaze. "I won't see you again. I won't, I mean, and you have such a lovely bottom. Is it all right if I finish you that way?"
"If you'll meet my eyes afterward," Bonita said. She wriggled her ass. "And if you'll start within the next ten or fifteen minutes!" Within a few seconds, Bonita understood why Fred would be apprehensive about facing his wife afterward. He had, what she thought, was a very rare desire or taste. In her personal experiences, anyway. For a time, and a very thrilling time it was, she thought they'd been talking about two vastly different things.
He started by kissing and licking her inner thighs. She'd expected that. When he only briefly brushed his face across her silky blonde hairs and then doubled her legs hack until her thighs were touching her hard-tipped titties, though, she knew that his routine was going to vary from the usual.
Then, when his tongue remained at the spot most men she'd known had carefully avoided even touching in that manner, she almost asked if he wanted her to turn over on her belly. But she didn't say anything because she was so fascinated, and then because the sensation was so strangely delightful.
It made her steaming hot, the prolonged tongue-jabbing at the tiny orifice, but she remained aware enough to warn him not to get any wrong ideas. Wrong ideas where she was concerned, anyhow, and if he'd moved and tried to make that kind of a penetration she would've kicked him in the balls without a moment's hesitation.
She knew why he'd made the remark about her having such a lovely bottom. But he never did ask her to turn over on her belly. And after kissing and licking the entire surface of her firm buttocks with her in that folded position, he finally pulled her legs down over his shoulders and buried his face in her hot pleasure gash.
Her clit was already tinglingly erect even before he touched it with his tongue. After about thirty seconds, and that many expertly applied stimulating caresses, she lurched and spasmed violently. He kept right on greedily lapping until she threw her legs off his back and shoulders and pushed away his bobbing head.
With eyes closed, he quickly positioned himself so that she could guide his big tool. He didn't try to kiss
her on the mouth, then or later, and she was glad of that. He pushed in slowly, for which she was also thankful, and the moisture from her copious climax caused even the engulfing process to be enjoyable.
He lasted for all of five minutes. He screwed her with steady strokes, his fingers squeezing her writhing ass, his chest pressed against her throbbing tits, his face buried beside hers. When she felt the tell-tale expansion, and heard his breathing getting faster and louder, she told him that she, too, was ready.
It was the truth. Because she'd been holding back. She was always fast the first time with any man- The fact that he'd made her climax before putting his big prick in had enabled her to last more than her usual minute or two.
He quickened his thrusts and she came just as he filled her. They jerked together for a few seconds, then basked for a few more moments in the pleasant afterglow.
Bracing on his hands and arms, he met her eyes. "I can look you in the face, and meet your eyes after doing what I did, but I don't think I could with my wife. I guess you think I'm a perverted bastard."
"I'd be the last one to put anything down where sex is concerned," Bonita said, meaning it. "If that's your thing, I think you'd better learn to live with it. You shouldn't let it worry you so much, I mean. We both enjoyed it and I think that's all that really matters."
"You're a nice person, Bonita. Your husband's a very lucky man."
She smiled as she pushed against his chest. "I'd better get out of here so that I can get home in time to fix my lucky husband's dinner."
"Could I see you tomorrow, Bonita?"
"I'm sorry," she said. "I've tried to make it a rule to be with a man just one time. To do otherwise might lead to too many complications."
She saw the disappointment in his eyes, but she knew that her next words were going to be for her own benefit even more than his. "I could stay another thirty minutes or so if you're up to it." He liked and he was up to it.
Lee Cordell would've bet just about anything that his sexy wife had been with a man that day. Probably in the late afternoon. Because when he'd arrived home from work she'd still had that special glow she always got after a satisfying sex session. With him, or with the many other men they'd never mentioned.
He'd been glad that he hadn't made plans to go out for the evening. After one of her excursions for extracurricular sex she was always hot and eager for more action with him. He'd always thought that kind of peculiar. But no more crazy than the truth that the knowledge that she'd so recently been with another man made him horny and hot.
It'd taken him one hell of a long time to admit that to himself. He still felt a degree of shame for it. As well as not being very proud of the exciting mental pictures he often had of Bonita getting her jollies with unknown men.
But he'd learned to live with it, with himself, and one day he just might find the nerve to let her know his secret thoughts. Sometimes, though, he felt that they might not be all that secret. His lovely wife wasn't stupid. She knew that he went with other women; and she just about had to know that he could sense when she'd been with another man.
Bonita knew that he seldom went bowling when he said that was where he was going; and she knew that most of his evening poker games had nothing to do with cards. She liked for him to give her an excuse to go find herself a new sex partner. It was, Lee thought, a strange married life they shared.
There was another reason Lee Cordell was glad that he hadn't made plans for the evening. He was looking at her right then, trying not to be caught staring, keeping his legs crossed to hide the result of his erotic thoughts.
Her name was Kathy. She was sitting in the living room with her husband. Walt and Kathy Blanchard had purchased a home directly across the street about six weeks before. Bonita and Kathy had gotten acquainted, visiting and having coffee. The attractive couple had been coming over for a little while in the evenings two or three times a week.
Walt, thirty-one, was two years older than Lee. He was five-nine and muscular, while Lee was a lean six-one. He had blue eyes and sandy hair; Lee had dark hair and eyes. Lee felt that he was more handsome than his new neighbor; just as he felt that Bonita was only very pretty, while Kathy was truly beautiful.
Kathy was twenty-four. At five-seven, she was three inches taller than Bonita. She had dark glossy hair, cut short in the latest fashion, flashing dark eyes, olive skin and perfect features. Her breasts rode high on her chest, jutting to sharp points, and her long legs seemed to keep right on going up and up and up.
Lee had managed to place himself in an easy chair j where he had a good view of the sofa and her beautiful i legs. They reminded him of the drawings of females he'd seen where the artist had made the legs unbelieva-foly out of proportion.
Only Kathy's long legs were real. They were right \ there for him to see and to admire. She was wearing a I short, black, curve-hugging skirt and a white sweater. I The beauty wasn't deliberately trying to show him anything. He was sure of that. And he liked her for it. I Bonita, on the other hand, was always being careless about the way she flashed her creamy upper thighs. Deliberately, he was sure.
Walt was getting an eyeful at every opportunity; he t seemed to focus most of his attention on Bonita's big \ tits, though. Not that Bonita's legs weren't lovely. f
They were. In fact, her lush body was really just as exciting as Kathy's. They were just two different types of feminine loveliness.
It was just another case of two men wondering what it'd be like with the other man's wife, Lee decided. He didn't know about Kathy, but he was sure that Bonita was thinking much along the same line. It was too damned bad that he and his hot-ass wife hadn't actually talked things over and come to an official agreement.
They really didn't have what could even be called an unofficial agreement. After she'd caught him cheating that first time, and told him what she'd do, the closest they'd ever come to acknowledging their infidelities was with a knowing look or smile now and then.
They'd never had sex with any of their few mutual friends during the years. Or he hadn't. Partly because things just hadn't worked out that way; but mostly because he hadn't wanted to chance an outright incident that might possibly end their marriage. He liked Bonita .. . loved her, he guessed . . . and he enjoyed being married to her for many reasons other than sex.
He'd sure like to screw Kathy. He'd almost be willing to chance just about anything for a crack at her. But for some reason he didn't think that she'd ever cheated on her husband. And Walt seemed to be the type of a guy who'd just go on dreaming about screwing some woman other than his own wife. They'd been married four years. He'd bet that neither one of them bad had outside sex all during that time. He even had the feeling that Kathy might've been a virgin on her wedding night.
He couldn't quite picture them in bed together. Other than screwing in the one basic position. He'd ffkp to see them having sex. He'd like to know what they did. If Walt didn't go down on that beauty the guy was nuts. He also couldn't picture Kathy with a stiff pecker in her mouth. She'd probably be shocked if she knew that he was sitting there with a hard-on thinking about using his tongue just as much as he was about using the hardness.
He'd bet she really had a cute cunt. Whatever the hell that meant! Anyhow, it'd really have to be something special to compare favorably with Bonita's blonde pussy.
Lee hadn't been letting his erotic thoughts keep him from doing his share of the talking. The conversation had drifted from subject to subject, ranging from politics to television programs to the new clothing styles.
He hadn't been as bored as he would've been with many people, and part of the reason for that was because he liked Walt. The guy had a good head on his shoulders. He was able to disagree and discuss things without becoming angry, and was basically liberal in his views. The fact that Kathy was an interesting person, in addition to being such an excitingly attractive female, was an extra bonus that helped the time pass much too swiftly.
Kathy finally said that they'd better be getting home. It was almost ten o'clock. Walt agreed, saying that no matter if he did work in his father's hardware store he had to be on the job bright and early six days ; a week.
"I can get by on five or six hours of sleep," Lee said, watching as Bonita stood up with their guests, wishing he'd had a little warning so he could've had a chance to try and get his cock under control.
"Maybe they aren't going right to sleep," Bonita said, smiling. "I know I don't expect to, after such a I stimulating evening. If, of course, my husband's agree- | able."
Kathy blushed, Walt grinned sheepishly. Lee successfully resisted the impulse to stand up and reveal the poking evidence of his excitement.
Bonita said, "Walt, you'll have to go with Lee to one of his poker games some evening. That is, if Kathy doesn't mind."
"I don't mind!' Kathy said. "Why should I? I mean, I don't boss Walt and try to tell him what he can and can't do."
"That's good news." Bonita said. "How about you, Walt? Do you feel that marriage is a form of ownership?"
"I've never thought much about it," Walt said. "But I don't think that I'm Kathy's lord and master. Why?"
"I was just curious," Bonita said. "We'll have to discuss marriage and sex and all that jazz one of these evenings. Lee and I are always figuring out exciting ways to keep our marriage from getting too boring and I thought we might exchange some ideas. With you two, I mean. Hey. maybe we could have some poker games right here! How does that sound!"
"Fine," Walt said. "If the stakes aren't too high."
"We've been on a tight budget since we bought the house," Kathy said. "We used most of our savings to make the down payment."
Bonita had been walking the short distance to the front door with Walt and Kathy. Lee, his prick still stiff, was unable to think of an excuse for not standing as he always did when they were leaving. He decided it best to just sit there and say goodnight when they went out He was also puzzled over Bonita's remarks about marriage and sex.
"I was thinking that we might spice things up a little bit by playing strip poker," Bonita said. "Unless, of course, you think you'd be too jealous to let outsiders see your nude bodies." She laughed. "Nude sounds more respectable than naked, doesn't it!"
There was a short silence. Walt and Kathy exchanged glances. Kathy blushed again, and Walt's gsoe returned to Bonita's big boobies. Lee, though surprised by his wife's words, felt like suggesting that tfaey have a strip poker game right then.
"I seem to have shocked, you nice folks," Bonita said, opening the door. "I'm sorry."
"It isn't exactly that," Walt said. "It's just that you took us by surprise, I guess." He chuckled nervously. "We'd have to discuss something as important as you've suggested before making a decision, Bonita."
"Walt's always saving it's better not to make snap decisions," Kathy said. "And this time I'm inclined to agree with him!"
"I hope we can still be friends no matter what you decide," Bonita said. "Goodnight."
Walt and Kathy left without another word. Bonita closed the door, turned, and stood there looking at Lee, a faint smile parting her full lips.
"What the hell was that all about?" he asked.
"Mostly a bunch of crap to see if I could get something exciting started," she said. "I know you'd like to screw Kathy . . . she laughed low in her throat ". . . and you must know that I'd like to be screwed by Walt!"