Chapter 12
"WELL, THAT'S THAT," BONITA SAID, shortly after the last of the guests had filed out and she closed the front door. She walked over to the couch and sat down beside Lee. "I don't know about you, but I'm disappointed. I thought we had what might be called the nucleus of a swapping club and now I doubt that Kathy and Walt will even want to continue."
"This is a big city," Lee said, slipping his arm around her waist, inside the robe she'd put on. "We'll find other couples willing to swap. I just hope we don't encounter any more husbands like Steve and Paul!"
"I'm glad Walt didn't accept Paul's offer," Bonita said, putting her hand in his lap. He'd slipped into his trousers and his penis was still limp. She laughed and removed her hand. "I saw that Walt's dick remained just as soft as yours, and he and Kathy came out within a few minutes after we did. That's how I know that he didn't screw Paul, I mean."
Lee chuckled. "I've been right here, remember? I'll bet Marie got in on the act after Walt and Kathy left the bedroom. The four of them stayed in there long enough to do everything there is to do two or three times."
"And we didn't even stay and watch," Bonita said, turning her face and meeting his eyes. "Do you think that maybe we've reformed?"
"I think we've just been going at it too hot and heavy," Lee said, "along with being unlucky enough to get involved with a couple of queer husbands."
"Bisexual," Bonita corrected. "Like me, remember?"
"Lesbianism doesn't disgust me," Lee said, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. "Steve and Paul went out of here without even looking at us, so they must've been disgusted with themselves."
"Maybe not," Bonita said. "Maybe they've just finally admitted to themselves what they are, and know that you could never understand."
Lee didn't answer, and Bonita decided to drop the subject. She was sure that Paul and Steve had both been ashamed of their behavior. Ashamed of being seen and getting a negative reaction from everybody except Doris, and possibly Marie. She was sorry she'd never get a crack at that young wife. She'd be willing to bet that Paul wouldn't work that laundry route any longer; and she doubted that Steve would cause Kathy and Walt any trouble by blabbing about the swapping to his in-laws.
She felt Lee's hand on her thigh, and realized that she'd leaned back and closed her eyes. The robe had parted all the way down. His other hand moved from her waist and began caressing her back. She felt him sitting upright, and opened her eyes when his mouth closed around her nearest nipple and a portion of her jutting breast.
He pulled his mouth away, making a little popping sound, and grinned. "Have you ever been afraid that whatever you might do or say would only be a—well, an anti-climax or some damn thing?"
"Sure," she said, smiling and putting her arms around his neck. "But nothing you do or say will ever fail to interest me." She kissed him lightly on the lips.
"We've just been under a mental strain, honey. And—"
"Yes?" Lee prompted a few seconds after she'd broken off.
"I was just kidding with that reformed bit," Bonita said. "Although, that isn't what I started to say. I'm sure that you had anal intercourse with Doris, just as I'm almost sure that you didn't enjoy it all that much." She put her fingers over his lips. "Let me finish. I'll admit that I was curious, and that I wanted to give it a try, but now I'm not so sure. I—"
Again she stopped talking. This time, after a few seconds, she went on without being prompted. "This might not make sense, honey, but despite the pain I know Kathy suffered I still want to try it some time. With you. Not now, not at any special time, just at some time in the future. When it's a—a spontaneous happening that we both want at the same time. Does that make any sense to you?"
"I guess so," Lee said. "Yes." He grinned and glided his hand along her thigh to her pussy. "I know this snapping hotbox will always be my favorite, though. Do you know what I'd like to do right now?"
"You seem to be doing it," she said, surging to his thrusting finger. She smiled. "What?"
"I'd like to have just a plain old-fashioned man-on-top screwing session. You know? Sometimes I think we forget just how good an ordinary piece of tail can be."
She arched her eyebrows. "Ordinary?"
"Extra-ordinary with us," he said, chuckling. He mashed his opened mouth to hers and almost took her breath away with his passionate kiss. Then, "I guess the fancy frills are an important part of even old-fashioned man-on-top screwing. Things like tongue-sucking, finger diddling, and—"
She cut his words off with her mouth. And with her searching fingers. His big cock was springing to attention, straining for freedom. While lashing her tongue with his, and moving with the finger that was expertly stimulating her clit, she got his zipper down and his erect organ out
They heard the doorbell. They broke the torrid kiss, she released his dick, and he pulled his finger from her twat. They both said, "Who?" at the same time.
"You'd better see who it is while I get our friend put away," Lee said, twisting his butt around on the couch.
"Not before I kiss him," Bonita said, doing just that.
She got to her feet, watched as he struggled to tuck his stiff shaft out of sight, laughed, and got a smocked pillow from the end of the couch. He caught the pillow and placed it over his exposed erection. She pulled the robe over her nudity and opened the door. It was Marie.
The beautifully stacked young wife entered without being asked. Bonita closed the door. "This is a surprise, honey!"
"And a pleasant one," Lee said, meeting Bonita's eyes, "for us both, Marie. What happened to the rest?"
"They're in a cocktail lounge not far from here. Paul and Steve wanted me and Doris to pick up young men for them. Tonight, and from now on. You know. We'd be the bait. I refused, but Doris said that'd really be a gas. Paul and I had an argument and I came here in our car,"
"I'm not sure that I understand," Bonita said. "Did your husband threaten you?"
"No. He didn't say that he'd hurt me, anyhow. He just said that he was going to live as he wanted to live from now on, having men as well as women, and that if I didn't like it I could lump it. I didn't know that he went fdr the queer stuff. He even said that he liked to get screwed, and that he'd been going down on boys and men since he was just a boy himself."
"That still doesn't explain why you're here," Lee said.
"I thought you might let me stay for a few days. Until I can make arrangements to go back home. That's in another state where my parents will be happy to see me and help me get a divorce. I guess I could get a hotel or motel room. No matter what, though, I don't want to stay at the apartment. I'd be willing to sleep here in the living room."
"You must be kidding," Bonita said, laughing.
Marie blushed prettily and said, "I didn't want to seem pushy."
"One question," Lee said. "Maybe two. Judging by the way your husband was banging away at another man, I imagine you're very experienced in that type of sex."
"I am not! One time, that's all! I went to a doctor the next day and he told me that some people are just more tender back there than others. Paul has never been sadistic with me even if you did see him hop Steve like some kind of a wild animal."
"That seems to take care of that question," Bonita said. "What was your other question, Lee?"
"She has already answered part of it," Lee said. "What, exactly, did you do when we left the four of you in the bedroom, Marie? After Kathy and Walt had also walked out."
"I got down on the carpet and let Doris go down on me."
"At her request?" Bonita asked.
"Yes, and also because I wanted to. Then I took a shower, dressed, and—and are there any more questions? I feel as if I'm being interviewed for a job or some damn thing! All I want to know now is whether you want me to stay or leave!"
"I want you to stay," Bonita said, slipping out of her robe and tossing it aside. "My dear husband was just saying that he'd like to have an old-fashioned screwing session, though. Maybe he'd like to pick one of us and still do that."
Lee chuckled and pulled the pillow from his stiff
cock. "You don't think they had threesomes in the old days? Hell, these so-called modem ways of enjoying sex are as old as mankind!"
"I was just making a feeble attempt at being funny," Bonita said, seeing that Marie was staring at Lee's poking prick. "Go ahead, Marie. Kneel down. Lee's good for at least thirty minutes. Longer if we'll just let him rest and regain his control now and then."
"He didn't last that long before," Marie said, licking her full lips.
"Because it was the first time with you," Lee said, standing up and dropping his trousers to the carpet. He stepped out of the circle. "Besides, I was in a hurry to get back to the party and the other females."
Marie moved forward and dropped to fter knees. She grabbed Lee's hard pecker with one hand, his heavy balls with the other, and popped the head into her mouth.
Watching the lovely girl going down on Lee caused the welcome warmth to start spreading to Bonita's loins. She still didn't know if Marie would reciprocate with her, or had ever gone the whole route with any female. Lee met her eyes, grinned, and seemed to read her mind.
Marie had started working her mouth forward and backward along almost the entire length of his rigid rod. He put his hands on the brown-haired girl's head and pushed her away.
"We're curious," he said, motioning for Bonita to move closer. But before Bonita had taken two steps Marie turned, walked on her knees, and buried her face in Bonita's blonde V. Lee laughed. "Our curiosity has been satisfied on that score!"
Bonita had hunched down, thrilling to the contact of the hot lips and tongue, then grabbing the silky soft brown hair as the hot tongue expertly found and just as expertly stimulated her tingling clit.
After about thirty seconds she pushed Marie away.
"Let's get you naked, darling! If you're going to stay with us, we have all night to do the delightful things with each other."
"And tomorrow after I go to work," Lee said, dropping to his knees to help strip Marie. Bonita had pushed Marie to the carpet and was on her knees tugging the tight skirt down along the shapely bare legs. Marie helped Lee get the blouse off, then the restraining bra. By that time Bonita had the thin panties peeled down and off. She sat back on her haunches and admired the lovely female nakedness.
'Tve never been with a husband and wife at the same time before," Marie said. Then she laughed softly. "Or a man and a woman, for that matter!"
"Then you're in for a special treat," Bonita said, moving until she was stretched out beside the voluptuous young girl. She hadn't asked, but she was sure that Marie wasn't out of her teens. But she was married, and that made her old enough to do as she pleased. It seemed that having just about any kind of sex pleased her more than anything in the world.
Lee had been getting on the other side of Marie. He lowered his mouth and began kissing and licking a nipple. Bonita did the same to the other taut tip. Then they started sucking on her big titties and running their hands all over her squirming body.
Soon they started taking turns kissing her on the mouth, and delving with their fingers in her snapping snatch. She returned the torrid, tongue-probing kisses, and moved her ass and hips in harmony with their probing fingers. Finally, between kisses, she breathlessly announced that she was just about ready to come.
They were already aware of that truth. Bonita was right on the verge of spasming, too. She licked her way down along the smooth belly, jabbed her tongue into the dainty little button, and then lifted her face and gazed at the brown curls.
While Lee positioned himself behind her, she parted the silky soft curls with her fingers and gazed at the pink slit. The delectable warmth drifted upward, making her giddy, and her fingers trembled as she reached back to guide Lee's turgid tool to her twitching twat.
As he pushed in, she gave a little gasp and lowered her face to the moist warmth. She made Marie sigh as she slithered her tongue in between the sweet lips and found the sensitive organ. So dainty, she thought, lapping at the erect and slippery passion-button. Maybe they could get the delightful darling to live with them for a long, long time.
"Oh! Oh, Bonita! I'm coming, I'm coming!"
Bonita labored furiously to make it perfect for the wildly wriggling darling. She gripped the sleek buttocks tightly enough so that she wouldn't lose contact with the vibrating clitoris and happily lapped Marie through a series of spasmic releases.
While getting thrilling pleasure out of giving the pleasure, she was experiencing a different kind of thrilling pleasure from Lee's plunging prick. She spasmed just as Marie sagged limply. She rested her flushed cheek on Marie's warm thigh, glad that Lee had held back his passion. She wanted Marie to experience the joy of having a cock spurting into her cunt while she tongued another clit to and through a shuddering climax.
Lee had been thinking the same thing. He withdrew his pecker. Marie expressed surprise that it was still hard. He grinned, used her panties to wipe, and stretched out on his back. He wondered if the two sexy women would go for an idea he'd gotten while keeping himself under control. He felt Marie's fingers wrap around his stiff manhood.
"Maybe we should lay off the swapping and see if we can be satisfied with Marie, Bonita. We could give her a home with us, I mean. We seem to've been unlucky with the half-ass plans we had, and I don't know any
other couples to approach about swapping, anyhow. Do you?"
"No," Bonita said, lifting and moving until she was on the other side of Marie. She began caressing the girl's thrusting titties. "Maybe Marie doesn't think that she could be satisfied with us, though."
"Oh, I could be, I could be!"
Lee raised his head enough to meet Bonita's glowing green eyes. "Should we consider it settled?"
"Yes," Bonita said, sitting up. "As settled as anything can be in this life, anyway. How long do you think you'll be able to stay here with us, Marie?"
"I'm not sure," Marie said, working her hand up and down on Lee's erect cock. She lifted her other hand and squeezed Bonita's nearest taut-tipped breast. "Not more than ten or fifteen years, though!"
The three of them laughed together. And then they had more sex together right there on the carpet. Before the night was over Marie had Bonita and Lee wondering if they'd be able to last even ten or fifteen days and nights. The brown-haired youngster was sexy-hot from the word go, and she didn't seem to know about the four-letter word spelled, S-T-O-P.
Kathy and Walt Blanchard were in bed. Kathy had soaked in a tub of hot water for almost an hour. Then she'd gotten a hand-mirror and examined herself thoroughly. There seemed to be no indications of any permanent injuries, for which she was thankful. Even so, it was uncomfortable to even shift her bottom on the bed. Nothing really painful; just a dull throb now and then that kept reminding her of the abuse she'd taken.
Walt hadn't spoken to her since she'd slowly climbed onto the bed. She didn't really blame him. She'd gotten huffy, and downright hateful when he'd asked if she'd gotten any pleasure at all from the act. That'd been right after they'd entered the house, when she'd broken the long silence and said that she couldn't wait to take a bath.
His question had made her angry. Maybe because at the last there had been a degree of pleasure mingling with the pain. She was sorry about shooting her mouth off. She shouldn't've told him that maybe he should have a stiff whanger jammed up his tail and that if he'd been any kind of a decent husband he wouldn't've wanted to swap his wife off in the first place.
That sure as hell hadn't been fair. She'd instigated the whole thing, really, and she couldn't remember all the hateful things she'd told him. No wonder he'd been in bed with the light out when she'd finally left the bathroom and the soothing hot water.
She wondered how long she'd been staring into the darkness. Five minutes? Ten? She knew that Walt was awake, just as she knew that he was also naked. Since they'd changed their way of life, they'd both been sleeping in the nude. So they'd be free at any time to indulge in the erotic intimacies they'd learned to enjoy.
Learned because of swapping, she thought, asking herself if she really wanted to give up all the pleasures swapping represented. Did Walt? And did she want to put a stop to the Lesbianism she'd enjoyed so much?
"I'm sorry for all of the hateful things I said, Walt. Is it too early for you to forgive me? There's something I want to say, to ask, and I think it's too important for us to talk about while we're not on the friendliest of terms."
Walt turned over on his side and put his arm around her. "Women!" He chuckled softly. "You're forgiven, honey! What is it you wanted to ask?"
"Would you like for me to have a baby?"
There was a short silence, and Walt's arm tightened around her waist. "Do you mean it, Kathy? Don't get my hopes up and then let me down like you did during the first year or so we were married."
Kathy hesitated. Would she be making a promise she'd be afraid to keep? No. This time she would go through with it. She'd stop the pills right away. Millions and millions of women had children without worrying about the pain involved. Why should she think she couldn'c stand the pain? What if her mother had been too frightened?
"I mean it," she said.
He kissed her cheek tenderly, and his voice was little above a whisper, as he said, "We'll have to stop swapping until we're absolutely sure, you know."
"I know," she said. "We do want the baby to be yours!"
He raised up and kissed her lightly on the mouth. "And afterward? Would you want to swap after you got pregnant?"
"No! That sounds terrible!"
"How about after the birth of our baby?"
"I hope I'll be too busy trying to be a good mother to think about things like that."
"The perfect answer," he said. He chuckled. "Hey, I hope you don't mean that where I'm concerned!"
She assured him that she didn't. Then she said she'd try to keep away from Bonita and other females. He told her not to worry about it; that everything would work out all right, including a suitable solution to the problem Doris and Steve had created. He sounded so sure that she allowed herself to believe it.
They embraced in silence for several minutes, not kissing, not feeling around with their fingers, just enjoying their love. But, since sex was such an important part of that love, they both started to get passionate. Walt's prick lifted and poked against Kathy's warm flesh and Kathy's pussy began pulsating and her clitoris began tingling.
She put her fingers on his stiff shaft and told him that she wanted it in her. He wanted to know if she was sure that she wasn't too sore. She said that she wasn't
sore where she wanted his pecker. Then she couldn't suppress a little groan when he moved down and parted her legs.
But the pain was fleeting, quickly replaced by thrilling pleasure, as he gently pushed his hard flesh into her.
And as they screwed long and blissfully, both bought of the other, safe in the knowledge that no matter what happened they'd stay together.