Chapter 3
THE NEXT DAY, AT TEN O'CLOCK, KATHY Blanchard crossed the street to have her usual morning cup of coffee with Bonita Cordell. They greeted each other cheerfully, as always, and for several minutes carefully avoided the subject they were both anxious to discuss.
Finally, Bonita smiled and said, "The suspense is beginning to get on my nerves, Kathy. Did you and Walt discuss what I said about playing strip poker? And, if so, was there a decision made?"
Kathy smiled. "We didn't do much talking about it Bonita. But we did decide to go along with your idea about spicing things up a little bit. After four years our marriage isn't all that exciting."
"I was afraid that I'd really played hell by shooting my mouth off. With Walt, anyhow. He seems to be kind of strait-laced."
"He isn't strait-laced enough to keep from staring at you most of the time," Kathy said.
"I know," Bonita said, deciding to start bringing things out into the op9n. "Walt seems to have a thing about big tits. Not that yours are all that small!"
"My breasts aren't exactly little," Kathy said. She finished her coffee. "Lee seems to have a thing about long legs. Not that yours could be called short!"
"We'll have a chance to compare our physical attributes or whatever when we play strip poker," Bonita said. She finished her coffee. "The card games will be just an excuse to show off and see each other, you know."
"That's what I figured," Kathy said. "I see nothing wrong in showing the human body."
Bonita was surprised by Kathy's apparent calmness. "Let's go into the living room, Kathy. We'll be more comfortable while I level with you about a few things. After you hear what I have to say, you might not want to continue our friendship."
*T wish you'd stop saying things like that, Bonita. About us not being friends, I mean. Walt said last night that it wasn't any of our business how you and Lee live. Words to that effect, anyhow. Naturally I agree."
Bonita sat down on the couch, and Kathy picked an easy chair across the room. They were both wearing short, light-weight dresses. It was too warm for stockings and slips.
Looking at Kathy's lovely bare legs, crossed and slowly swinging, Bonita remembered the one time she'd had sex with another woman. It'd been a brief, one-sided affair. She'd been drinking too much. There hadn't been a man handy and she'd been hot. The attractive woman's sexy talk had helped to make her passionate, of course.
She'd allowed the woman to kneel before her in the rest-room of a cocktail lounge. With her dress up and her panties pulled down, the greedy female's face buried against her crotch, the hot tongue had licked her slit a few times, then lapped at her clit eagerly. The climax had been blindingly intense. She'd been frightened afterward, though, and had tried to forget the erotic incident—
"What are you thinking about, Bonita? You seem to be lost in snace somewhere."
Bonita lifted her eyes to Kathy's. "I was thinking about what I'm usually thinking about, Kathy. Sex and sexual pleasures." She winked. "Lee and I sure had plenty last night. I guess you know why he didn't stand when you left. He had a hard-on from looking at you*. We had a piece right here in the living room."
"I didn't show him any flesh, Bonita. I've never teased Lee, I mean."
"Like I have Walt?"
"I didn't say that," Kathy said.
"I'm saying it. But I don't really call it teasing, Kathy. When I show a man my body I'm willing to let him use it. Would you have any objections to me having sex with your husband?"
Kathy's face had flushed slightly. "I suppose this is what you meant by leveling with me, Bonita?"
"That's right. It'd be a swapping deal, of course. You'd get a crack at Lee, and you'd better believe it, he could show you a good time."
"Have you and Lee planned something like this all the time, Bonita? Since Walt and I met you?"
"No," Bonita said. "Maybe it was in the back of our minds, but we only reached what might be called an official agreement last night."
"I guess I'd better try and be just as honest as you seem to be," Kathy said. "And just as blunt, I should add. Walt's the only man I've ever had. Or who has ever had me. Anyhow, I've never had sex with anybody except my husband."
"I suppose, some people would feel like congratulating you or something, honey, but to me it seems a little sad. Do you understand what I mean?"
"Sure," Kathy said, smiling. "It's a lot of crap about not missing what you've never had. In my opinion, at least. I've been day-dreaming about other men, and Lee too. If Walt will agree I'm all for swapping. I won't have the nerve to ask him, though!"
"Get him over here this evening for strip poker and I'm sure things will just kind of happen," Bonita said. "Hey, is Walt uninhibited?"
"We've never done anything except screw," Kathy said, averting her eyes.
"Then you're in for a treat," Bonita said. "Lee and I are totally uninhibited. Well, almost totally! I was with a guy yesterday who liked to jab his tongue where few males or females do. Am I being too blunt?"
"No," Kathy said. "I've been curious about the different forms of sex, as well as about how it'd be with different men. As long as you want to talk I'll sit right here and listen."
Bonita talked for over an hour. She told about how she and Lee had been living, and about their new agreement. She related a few of her experiences with men she'd picked up, and went into details about the more erotic activities in sexual relations.
Kathy had read about all the erotic activities possible, but this was the first time she'd ever heard some of the words and phrases expressed aloud by anybody. She'd never been prudish, but hearing Bonita saying cock, cunt, prick, pussy, and clit—combined with sucking, lapping, going down, gobbling, eating, and licking —did make her wonder whether or not it'd be wise to let Walt know she'd even listened to such talk. Her husband was the kind who wouldn't say shit if he had a mouthful.
Bonita, finally sensing Kathy's feelings about the matter, laughed and said that she'd watch her language around Walt. "X usually don't have such a dirty mouth, Kathy. I just got kind of carried away watching the expressions flicking across your beautiful face. You are beautiful, you know."
"Sure," Kathy said, smiling. "I have long lovely legs, too. But my tits aren't as big as yours."
"I can't understand how you happened to still be a virgin at twenty, Kathy. I lost my cherry when I was thirteen."
"I guess I was just unlucky," Kathy said, laughing. Then, soberly, "My parents were very strict, Bonita. They watched me like a hawk, as the saying goes. Anyhow, they did the same with my younger sister. She got married about a year ago. To the wrong fellow, I think and she was a virgin, I'm sure."
"You, and your sister, must've done something to get relief," Bonita said, thinking of the many times she'd used her fingers even though she'd always managed to get screwed fairly regularly.
"Masturbation really isn't such a poor substitute at times," Kathy said, smiling. "I've even finished myself off when Walt failed to last long enough."
"Keep on with that kind of talk and you're apt to embarrass me, Kathy."
"Really?"
Bonita laughed. "I was just kidding, honey. Look, how about a drink? It isn't even noon yet and we have the whole afternoon to wait."
"I didn't finish cleaning the house yet," Kathy said, getting to her feet. "Besides, I don't want to have drinking for an excuse. I want whatever I do to be done while I'm completely sober. I'd rather Walt didn't drink tonight, either."
"I'll serve colffee," Bonita said, standing. "If we even think about drinking anything after we get the poker game started!"
Suddenly appearing very nervous, and saying that she'd have her husband there by seven o'clock, Kathy hurried out the front door. Bonita, not prepared for the quick exit, sighed and sank down onto the couch. She'd be willing to bet a few bucks that Kathy was on the way home to masturbate right then.
Bonita leaned her head back and closed her eyes. What had made her think about that one time she'd
been loved by a woman? Or sexed by a woman, would be a better way of putting it. Had she been pushing such desires out of her mind since then? Had something about the young beauty who'd just hauled her lovely ass out the front door triggered a desire to really experiment with gay sex?
Hell, it was probably just the nutty talk she'd had with Lee the night before. His wish to see her being screwed by Walt, and her thought that her husband might have latent homo tendencies, had caused her to give some thought to having sex with Kathy. That, and the truth that if they managed to have an active foursome there'd be opportunities for just about anything.
She was really jumping the gun. though. She had to arrange the swapping first, and hope like hell that there wouldn't be any anger or jealousy afterward. Then, if it did work out with Kathy and Walt, they could look around and try to get some other attractive married couples to swap with.
Realizing that she was rubbing her fingers over her brcfasts. Bonita opened her eyes. The nipples were hard and poking against the restraining bra and dress. They tingled as she caressed them, little rippling waves of pleasurable sensations darted down to her loins. How long had it been since she'd fingered herself to a climax? Weeks, she guessed. Maybe months.
She'd never liked to do that. It'd always left her more frustrated than when she'd started. It felt good, she'd never failed to melt against her stroking finger or fingers, but only a man could really satisfy her. Either with a stiff prick or with a lapping tongue. She pulled her hands from her tingling titties and sat up straight. And, a woman's lapping tongue had satisfied her once.
The doorbell sounded. Bonita stood up and hurried to answer it. Her pulse quickened when she saw that it was the dry cleaning and laundry route man. Did she tlare? The young fellow had really been looking her over each time he'd picked up and delivered. She'd flirted with him, really, and now that things were out in the open with Lee she didn't have to be so cautious.
"Do you have anything for me today, Mrs. Cordell?"
The young man was standing just inside the doorway, and had just straightened from placing a package of Lee's white shirts on a chair. Being the manager of a finance company, and a neat dresser, Lee was very particular about his shirts. He even kept a supply of clean ones at the office.
Smiling, Bonita resisted the impulse to blurt out the truth that she had a hot pussy for him. "I didn't realize that this was the day for you to come," she said, enjoying the way his dark eyes were staring at her big tits. "It'll take a few minutes."
"I'm in no hurry, Mrs. Cordell."
Bonita told him to close the door and sit down while she gathered up her husband's shirts. He grinned and asked if he could go with her and help. His question, and his manner, surprised her. She watched as he closed the door. Then she dropped her eyes to the front cf his pants. His penis seemed to be at last half hard.
"I don't even know your name," she said, licking her lips, the desire for any and all kinds of sex making her legs weak. "Are you married?"
He chuckled. "My name's Paul and I'm married to a very lovely girl. Her boobies aren't as big as yours, but she's really stacked."
"What makes you think you can talk to me like that and get away with it?"
He sobered. "I'm gambling," he said softly. "All you can do is order me out and report me to my boss, anyway. I'm playing a hunch, Mrs. Cordell. I think you want what I have to offer, and I think having you would be worth just about anything short of rape. Did I say that right? You know what I mean, anyhow!"
"My husband and I have an understanding, Paul. Would you be willing to exchange your wife for me?"
Paul stared, a frown flicking across his good-looking features. "You mean that you and your husband are swappers?"
"We couldn't be called swappers yet," Bonita said, unable to keep from laughing. Then, "We only decided to give it a try last night."
"I'm not sure that my wife would go for it even if I did, Mrs. Cordell. I mean I couldn't make any promises. I don't know what she'd say or do if I even suggested such a thing."
"You might as well call me Bonita," she said, moving forward and dropping to her knees before him. "I'll give you one crack at me without any promises. No more sex without bringing your wife for my husband, though. Agreed?"
"I don't think I have anything to lose with an offer like that, Bonita."
She tugged the zipper down and reached in and pulled out his cock. It wasn't as big as Lee's. About average, she figured. Maybe six inches. She jacked it a few times and it got hard and stiff. She flicked the tip of her tongue against the dark red knob. He gasped. She looked up and met his blazing black eyes.
"Does your wife blow you, Paul?"
"Not any more," he said. "She used to do it fairly often. To get me hot and ready. Then one time she stopped long enough to tell me to let it fly. I did. She choked, gagged, and vomited. Since then she won't take it in her mouth even for a few seconds."
"I guess it's silly, but I'm going to ask if you tongue her twat."
Paul chuckled. "I tried to quit it right after she stopped sucking me. But I couldn't. Or can't. Sometimes I lick her clitoris until she begs me to stop. We were sixty-nining the time she told me to let it fly. Do you and your husband go that route?"
"Yes, and I haven't choked or gagged in years. Do you think you can come twice? If so, I'll finish you with my mouth before we even take our clothes off."
"Right now I feel as if I could start coming and never stop! However, I guess you'd better not finish me right away. I screwed my wife early this morning, then I screwed one of my customers about an hour ago, and I imagine that when I lose this hard-on that'll be it for a few hours."
Bonita opened her mouth wide and engulfed the head of the stiff shaft. She ran her tongue around and around, thrilling to the erotic act as always, enjoying the sense of power she experienced when engaged in oral sex.
Sometimes, and this was one of those times, while she had a cock in her mouth she thought about how it might be to put her mouth on a cunt. A clitoris was like a little pecker, really, and in her wildest fantasies she'd wished that she could contort her body enough to get her mouth and tongue on her own hot cunt.
Going down on a woman would be something like going down on herself, she figured, and she doubted that Lesbianism would make her veer away from sex with men. Hell, she enjoyed men far too much for there to be any danger of that!
"Hey, you'd better take it easy, Bonita!"
She'd just about lost herself in the pleasure of giving pleasure. Her mouth had been moving forward and backward on his rigid rod, taking just about all of the hard throbbing flesh. Now she pulled her mouth away and her face back, but she kept her grip on the base of the poking penis, wishing the young man hadn't had sex so recently.
"My husband says that I'm very good at that," she said, meeting Paul's passion-filmed eyes, knowing that he could also see the passion registering in her eyes.
"I sure as hell have to agree with your husband," Paul said, starting to unbutton his blue uniform shirt. "You're as good as a man." The young fellow's face got red. "I'm not queer. It's just that I've let a few queers go down on me,"
Bonita released the thrusting tool and got to her feet. She didn't want to talk about queer men. The way Lee was wanting to see her having sex with a man made her wonder about him. Not that she cared what her husband did. She wanted him to enjoy himself in any way he could. It was just that she was afraid he'd get in trouble. Most men who screwed women didn't want anything to do with other men. It'd be a shame for something like that to ruin all the swapping she hoped they were going to be able to do.
"You will talk to your wife about swapping, Paul?"
She'd whipped her dress off and he'd removed his shirt. He was naked from the waist up, his erection visibly throbbing. She knew that he'd promise just about anything at that moment, but she did feel that she should try and look out for Lee's interest. Besides, she was interested in seeing the wife the young men was so willing to cheat on.
"I'll talk to her," Paul said, his eyes going to Boni-ta's big breasts, as she swiftly freed them. "God, what magnificient knockers!"
She cupped the huge mounds of hard-tipped flesh for a few moments, smiled, and then slipped to the soft, thick carpet. "We can go to bed when you bring your wife for my husband, Paul," She laughed. "Not that I think it'd be any better on a bed!"
- Paul didn't answer. He shoved his pants and shorts down around his ankles, dropped to his knees, and peeled Bonita's brief panties off. He stared at her blonde pussy, seemingly undecided as to what he wanted to do first.
"Suck on my tits," Bonita said. "Then tongue my clit. After that you can screw me in any position just as long as you don't put it in the wrong hole." She laughed. "It's the wrong hole where I'm concerned, anyhow!"
"I don't go for that back door stuff," Paul said, moving so that he could get both of his hands on her thrust-
ing titties. "Hey, I don't think I've ever seen such beauties!"
Bonita pushed her tits up against the fondling fingers. Then, as Paul slipped one hand down and cupped her crotch, she began wriggling her ass against the carpet. She moaned.when he stroked the pulsating lips of her vagina, preparing the way for his tongue that had started trailing all over her big throbbing breasts.
He sucked on her erect nipples, first one and then the other, as she ran her ringers through his curly black hair. When he thrust a finger into her moist cunt, she pushed against his head. He quickly started the downward journey, jabbing his tongue, against her warm flesh, and she clamped down on the probing finger that hadn't even sought her clitoris.
Then, she'd parted her legs so that he could get at her inner thighs and his finger found her passion-button. He caressed the erect organ gently, and skillfully, while he licked her trembling thighs. Soon he removed his stimulating finger to make way for his tongue. She was already dangerously close to the brink of a flooding fulfillment. She didn't try to hold back. After about thirty laps of his hot tongue she spasmed.
While coming she lurched, wriggled and cried out. His fingers gripped her hips, and she dug her fingers into his scalp. When she went limp and removed her fingers from his head, he lifted his face and crawled in between her legs. She reached eagerly for his hard cock.
He just gave her enough time to aim the stiff prick at her pleasure gash. He speared into her hot flesh and began lashing himself furiously. She picked up the rhythm, knowing that it was too soon for her to make it a second time, but wanting to make his explosive finish good for him.
He was about to come. There was no doubt about it. She could feel the tell-tale expansion just before the shooting of the sperm. Too, she could tell by the way his fingers were gripping her rotating ass, and by his loud, fast breathing in her ear.
She wrapped her legs around his lean waist and tilted her cunt for even better accessibility. He groaned loudly, pushed deep and held there for a few seconds. Then he jerked and jolted wildly. She tried to match his frantic movements, too.
His spurting rjassion vas lava hot. When he was still, she milked his limp dick a few times, then pushed against his hairless chest. He lifted himself on his hands and arms.
"I guess you were serious about not giving me any more unless I get my wife for your husband, huh?"
"Very serious," Bonita said, just a little sorry that she felt that she should make that rule. Paul would undoubtedly be available quite often and it was tough to cut herself off from a source of pleasure. "Do you think she'll go for it, Paul?"
Paul chuckled. "I'll slap the shit out of her if she doesn't!"
Bonita decided she'd let him drop around from time to time even if his wife wouldn't swap. "Let's see if I can get that thing up again," she said.
He grinned, withdrew, and it only took her about three minutes to get him hard and ready again.