Chapter 2
LEE COULD ONLY STARE, AS BONITA leaned over and perched her behind on the wide arm of the easy chair. She was wearing a thin blue dress and the hem had hiked up almost to the edge of the light blue panties he'd seen.earlier. He shifted his gaze to the lovely nakedness so close, trying to get used to the strange turn of events.
If they'd been drinking, he would've figured that she'd had too much. But all they'd had was coffee. Were he and Bonita finally going to get around to some kind of an official agreement?
"You could say something, Lee."
"I'd rather wait until you explain a few things," he said, looking up and meeting her glittering green eyes. "What the hell has happened to you, anyhow?"
Slipping to her feet, she stepped around until she was standing in front of him. "I've gotten tired of the way we've been living, Lee. You going your way, and me going mine. I want us to be honest with each other. I want to face how we are, what we are, and then make 9ome plans from there."
Before he could say anything, or think of what he wanted to say, she laughed and told him to uncross his legs. "Hasn't your big cock been cramped long enough, honey! Or have you lost the erection that kept you from standing up and showing how hot you were for Kathy!"
"I get just as hot for you," he said, uncrossing his legs. He grinned. "That feels better. Would you settle for me instead of Walt?"
Bonita went over and sat down on the sofa. "When we get things settled," she said. "I think you know that I was with a man this afternoon. Just as I know that you were a woman last night. Are we tuned in on the same frequency so far?"
"I guess so," he said, meeting her eyes. "Yes."
"Good! Maybe we can skip the details of what we've both been doing and get with the idea I have in mind. Okay?"
"Okay," he said, hoping she'd agree to go into details later about her sex experiences with the men.
"I've been reading about swappers, Lee. That bit with Kathy and Walt was a rather feeble attempt to get something started with hem. I meant to talk to you first, before pulling what might've been a stupid pitch, but I was held back by ..."
Lee waited a few seconds after Bonita's words trailed off, then said, "You Were held back by the same thing that held me back, Bonita. A reluctance to face the truth. I've read about swappers, too. I've envied them, really, and I see that you've been doing the same. Do you really think Kathy and Walt will go for it?"
"I think so. If we handle it right and don't rush them too much. I thought of strip poker on the spur of the moment. Actually, we might come up with a better plan. It might be easier than we think. You've seen how Walt looks at me, and he must've noticed you giving Kathy the greedy eyes."
"It seems to me that you would've talked to Kathy," Lee said, standing. "Would've kind of sounded her out by now, I mean."
"I just made up my mind this afternoon," Bonita said, also standing. "I'll talk to her tomorrow. Bringing up sex and all that, I mean, and get her opinion of swapping without committing myself. Aren't you going to wait until we get to the bedroom?"
Lee had unzipped his slacks and pulled out his throbbing rod. "I'm remembering your words about being honest with each other, Bonita. About how you want us to freely face how we are and what we are. This is what I am. A kind of sex-nut who'll take his hard pecker out and wave it at his wife while talking and thinking about another man's beautiful wife.
"A nut who'll admit to his own wife that he gets excited just thinking about her being screwed by another man. What do you think now, Bonita? Do you still want complete honesty? Or have you already had too much?"
Bonita, staring at his rigid cock, and licked her lips. "I think I'm going to like complete honesty," she said softly. "I know I am. I'm a sex-nut too, honey," she said softly. You'd never believe some of the wild fantasies I've had."
"Knowing the one's I've had, I'd believe anything," Lee said, moving forward as Bonita. sat back down on fee sofa. He gasped, as her hot moist mouth engulfed the entire head of his throbbing prick, then he ran his fingers through her silky soft blonde hair. "I've never had anybody do that better, baby."
She skillfully gave him a taste of thrilling pleasure for at least a minute. Then she pulled away and leaned back on the sofa. She tugged her dress up until it was bunched around her waist while he dropped his slacks and undershorts. He dropped to his knees on the carpet and peeled her brief panties off.
"Put it in right away," she said. "You can do the other later. I want to feel your big cock buried in me right now."
He'd been staring at her lovely blonde pussy. He
worked his way in between her legs, grasped her firm and smooth ass, and tugged her hips to the edge of the seat cushion. She guided, he gave her time to get her hand away, and then entered the moist warmth.
When his cock was as deep as it would go, she wrapped her sleek legs around his waist and told him to just let it soak. He did, holding his face where he could meet her glittering green eyes. She wanted to know if he'd really meant it when he'd said that he got excited just thinking about her being screwed by another man.
He told her yes, that he had meant it, that there shouldn't be any limits where sex was concerned. He said that he was glad they'd finally started bringing their secrets out into the open.
"Screw me," she said. "Slow and easy."
He did. She told him how good it felt. But she didn't move with him. He squeezed her ass and asked if it ever felt better with other men. She said that maybe sometimes it felt just as good, but that it never felt be-ter. He said that he felt the same way about the women he screwed. They laughed together.
"This is the first time we haven't taken the time-to get naked in years," she said after about a minute had passed.
"I can't remember the last time we did it in the living room, either. I wonder if Walt's pronging Kathy yet? I wonder what else they do?"
Bonita closed her eyes and started moving with him. "I'll bet they don't talk while they're screwing."
"Is that a hint for me to stop yapping?"
"No. I like to talk. I like to listen. It helps to make it last longer. I love this coasting almost as much as I do the finale. Almost, I said."
Lee chuckled. "I heard you the first time."
Bonita clamped her upper teeth over her lower lip. He kept up his steady strokes and continued to watch her passion-filled features. He enjoyed coasting, too.
He liked to watch the passion mask a woman's face. He wondered if Walt could last as long as he could.
"Go ahead and come whenever you're ready," he said. "I don't think I can make it right away."
"Hold it in and let me milk it," she said, opening her eyes and stopping her movements. "Maybe that way wp can come together."
He thrust and held. Her inner muscles worked at his rigid cock. The pleasure was so intense he gritted his teeth for a few seconds. He'd never had another woman who could equal his wifo's snapping ability. There were very few who could even come close. .
When he felt that he had himself under control, he said, "I wonder if Kathy can do that?"
"Maybe we can arrange it so that you can find out," Bonita said. "I'd like to watch you screwing her."
"I hope you get the chance!"
"Would you like to watch Walt socking it to me?"
"Yeah." he said, all kinds of wild pictures flashing through his feverish mind. "I'm about to come!"
"Let it go," she whispered. "I'm there!"
He let it go and she was there. They rested for a few minutes and then they went to the bedroom and talked some more. During their talk they got passionately excited and had more sex.
Kathy Blanchard was in bed waiting for her husband to join her. She was naked, her taut-tipped breasts poking against the sheet. Her fingers were caressing her thiffhs. She was sure that Walt meant to screw her, and she was looking forward eagerly to it, sot most of her thoughts had to do with Lee Cordell and Bonita.
She was in the habit of thinking about Lee. His greedy dark eyes always made her hot, during and after the visits, but this evening she had something new to think about. Bonita's surprising words about playing strip poker had seemingly shocked her more than they had Walt.
Her somewhat stuffy husband had even laughed while they'd been crossing the street and said that maybe it would be interesting to see just how far the blonde would go. With the nudity, he'd quickly added, and then he'd said that he didn't think he wanted his wife showing her body to another man.
She'd said that she'd leave it up to him, with the understanding that she didn't want to be a poor sport about something that should be harmless enough. He'd said that they'd give it plenty of thought. She'd felt like reminding him that he probably wanted to see Bonita's nude body just as much as Lee wanted to see hers.
She'd bean afraid, that such talk would lead to things that might be better left unsaid. Walt knew that Lee spent most of his time staring at her legs. Even if nothing had been said about it. But Walt spent just as much time staring at Bonia's legs and big breasts, that she was always exposing.
She didn't blame him. It was natural for a man to admire a beautiful female body. Even natural to desire that beautiful body, she guessed. But it wasn't all that flattering to think that Walt was thinking about Bonita while he was screwing her, and she was sure he did. They'd been having sex, more often, in the few weeks since meeting Lee and Bonita than during many months before.
Not that she hadn't been ready, of course. She was right then, but it was disturbing and a little frightening that she was thinking more and more about Lee. Wondering how it'd be with him. Wondering how it'd be with any man other than her husband. She'd never had sex with anybody except Walt.
She was positive that he hadn't had another woman since they'd been married. She was sure, by the way he went about it with her, that he hadn't had all that
much experience before their marriage, either. Maybe he was secretly desiring Bonita just as much as she was wanting Lee.
The thought startled Kathy. For a few seconds she even tried to deny that it had been there. Then she rationalized it by telling herself that the handsome man across the street wasn't the first one she'd wanted.
That certainly didn't mean that she'd actually have intercourse with him, or with any other man she saw and liked. It was natural that she'd be curious. That was all that it was, too. She was curious as to how it would be with a man other than her husband. She'd bet that many one-man women had such thoughts, the same curiosity, but that didn't mean that anything wrong would ever be done.
Kathy heard Walt entering the bedroom, from the bathroom and his nightly shower. She realized that she'd been squeezing her throbbing titties. Glad that the light wasn't on, she moved her hands down under the sheet.
"I forgot to ask you, Kathy. Is it all right? If so, I'll take my pajamas off now."
"I left my nightgown off," Kathy said, peering through the dimness, wondering if Bonita and Lee screwed in the darkness. "I thought you'd be in the mood after being around that beautiful blonde for two or three hours. You always are."
"Tm not sure that I like the way you said that, Kathy."
Walt hadn't raised his iYfice, but she could see that he'd paused in the process of getting out of his pajama's. She gave a little laugh, hoping that it didn't sound too forced. Why had she made such a crack?
Or she might get something started that would put an end to the visits across the street.
"We've had sex every time we've visited Bonita and I" she said, deciding that it might be better if they I stop seeing so much of the attractive couple. "It isn't very flattering to think that you might be getting your pleasure with me while imagining that you're with Bonita."
"I could come right back with a counter-attack." Walt said, chuckling softly. "But I won't. If we can't trust each other after four years ..."
"It isn't a matter of trust," Kathy broke in. "I didn't accuse you of cheating, or of even wanting to cheat. I just suggested that you might use your imagination."
"I'm sure all men have erotic day-dreams," Walt said, pulling the sheet to the foot of the bed. "And all women, for that matter. But it doesn't necessarily follow that he or she seriously considers actually living the fantasies."
While he was speaking, Walt had Iayed on the bed, facing Kathy, but not close enough for his body to j touch hers. One of his hands began caressing her thigh, j sliding back and forth between her hip and knee.
"I've seen Lee staring at you, Kathy. He seems fas-cinated by your beautiful legs. I can easily under- j stand why. Hell, marriage hasn't made me blind to your beauty!"
"It doesn't make you jealous for him to look at me like that?"
"Jealousy's a sickness, honey. A sign of insecurity. I'm proud to have a wife other men admire. I'd hate to have a bag nobody wanted to look at."
He slipped his hand up to her jutting tit and squeezed gently. "You do enjoy being looked at and admired, don't you, honey?"
"I guess so," Kathy said. "All women do, but I don't deliberately show myself like Bonita does."
"You're a lady, Kathy. I like Bonita, but she isn't the kind I'd want to marry. I have a hunch that she and Lee have some kind of an understanding, I wouldn't be surprised but what they step out with each other's knowledge, I mean."
"You don't approve of that, do you?"
"I neither approve nor disapprove, Kathy. I don't figure that I have a right to form an opinion about how they choose to live their lives."
"They seem to be wanting to involve us in the way they live, Walt. Bonita does, anyhow. Her talk about strip poker seemed to indicate that, at least."
"I suppose Bonita figures that we're adults and capable of looking out for ourselves," Walt said, lifting until he was suspended over Kathy. He leaned over and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "But if you think it'd be best not to see Bonita and Lee again it'll be all right with me, honey."
"That wouldn't be very neighborly," Kathy said, getting tired of doing little more than talk in circles. She put her arms around Walt's neck and pulled his mouth close to hers. She flicked her tongue at his parted lips. "Let's stop the talking, huh? Just put your pecker in and screw me before we both get out of the mood."
"And I just called you a lady," Walt said chuckling.
"Can't a lady talk sexy with her husband? What did I say that was so wrong, anyway? Now go ahead and put it in and screw me or get off and go to sleepf"
Walt mashed his opened mouth to hers. She jabbed her tongue past his teeth. He started using his tongue.
She grabbed his stiff dick and wished that she had the nerve to tell him what she wanted to do; or tell him what she thought she'd like to try.
Be broke the passionate tongue-probing kiss when he was between her widely parted legs. She pushed inside the soft curly hairs with the fingers of one hand, then rubbed the blunt end of his hard cock up and down the moist split.
She wondered how it'd feel to have a mouth and tongue loving her up down there. Or loving her down down there, she thought, almost laughing. She wished she had the nerve to ask Walt if he'd ever done that; or to tell him that it was all right if he wanted to try it with her.
He eased the head in then slipped his hands under her ass. Slowly he worked his hard cock all the way into her soft moist cunt. She'd surged to meet the stiff hardness, thrilling to the wonderful sensation as always. But at the same time, unable to keep from imagining that it was Lee Cordell in her.
Walt buried his face beside hers, his broad chest pressing against her throbbing titties. She enjoyed the way he started slipping his rigid rod in and almost out, in and almost out, his fingers squeezing her squirming ass. She hoped that he'd last long enough for her to climax.
She was pleasantly surprised when she realized Walt was still humping steadily, and with vigor, after all of two or three minutes. She'd started wriggling heatedly by then, though still not sure whether she should start her dash to fulfillment. If it turned out that she had to finish herself off with her finger, she didn't want to have to do it before washing.
Walt, bracing on his hands and arms, keeping right on with his steady strokes, said, "I've never cheated on you before, Kathy. Tonight was the first time."
She wished there was enough light for her to see his eyes and the expression on his face. He hadn't been out of the living room long enough to do more than maybe kiss Bonita. She couldn't even swear that the blonde had been out of the room at the same time as Walt.
"I think you'd better explain, Walt. Did you stop off somewhere on the way home?"
"No," Walt said, thrusting in and holding her so tightly that their pubic hairs mingled. "I jerked myself off, taking my shower. I was so damned hot I figured that after a couple of humps I'd blast off, so I..."
"You could've let me do it for you," Kathy broke in. . "If that's really what you meant by cheating."
"It's what I meant by cheating, Kathy. Would you've really touched me like that? Jacked me off all the way to the finish, I mean?"
"Ask me some other time," Kathy said, laughing low in her throat. "Some time when you don't have it buried in my pussy."
"We're both changing," Walt said, starting his steady strokes again. "We're getting less embarrassed about sex since we've known Bonita and Lee. That's good, don't you think? I mean, we should be able to talk to each other openly about sex or anything else."
"You're right," Kathy said, wrapping her long legs around his waist, suddenly sure that after they'd both climaxed they'd be just as backward about speaking out as ever. "Let's go along with the strip poker game, honey. Maybe that'll add a little spice to our married life."
"All right," Walt said, speeding the tempo of his thrusts.
Kathy matched the new pace, happy that she'd gotten that much settled. Because after they'd both spasmed, there wasn't any more talk. But she didn't mind. She had the feeling that the all-important step had already been taken.