Chapter 4
LEE CORDELL ALWAYS ARRIVED HOME from the office by five-thirty when he didn't stop by a bar or a cocktail lounge to try and line up a piece of tail for the evening. Most of the time he went home for dinner, after making arrangements for later, but sometimes he called and told Bonita he would eat out.
The day after he and Bonita had made the agreement to openly have outside sex, he didn't waste time even stopping for one beer. He decided to let Bonita do most of the leading, including trying to get a strip poker game started, and he'd been getting a hard on-all day just thinking about maybe seeing Kathy naked.
He'd been greatly relieved when Bonita hadn't expressed anything even approaching disgust when he'd told about his wish to see her having sex. Sometimes he almost hated himself for his thoughts, his somewhat crazy desires, but he tried not to worry too much. He couldn't seem to help being what he was; and he appreciated having a wife who seemed to understand. She was, he guessed, just as way-out and off-beat in her sexual desires as he was.
Lee liked his job. He didn't make a hell of a lot of money, but he had security. As much security as anybody could expect in such an unsettled world, he often thought. He worked for a nation-wide finance company, and being the manager of a branch office was probably as high as he'd ever go, but he didn't let that bother him.
Sex was just about the most important thing in his life, and he'd always been lucky in getting plenty of that. He'd have a pension if he lived long enough and he made enough money to meet the payments on the mortgage and his other obligations. If he'd had a lot of money it would've been used to find more sexual outlets; and now with the new understanding with Bonita, and the-possible swapping, money would really be secondary.
Lee never fooled around with the female help at the office. He'd seen too many men foul up their careers that way. He day-dreamed about the women, and a couple he mentally raped at least two or three times a day, but that was as far as he'd let himself go. On the rare occasions when a new girl made an all-out attempt to make the bedroom scene with him he always managed to ease her out of her job without* too much trouble.
Bonita greeted Lee at the door, smiling broadly, and told him the good news about Kathy and Walt coming over for the strip poker game. Excited, he kissed her on the mouth, then said he'd better hurry and take a shower. She said he had plenty of time, that he could eat first. He grinned and patted her ass and said that he wasn't all that hungry for food.
"If things works out, you just might need all the strength a good hot meal can give you," Bonita said, taking his hand and leading him toward the kitchen. She laughed. "You can wash your dick while I wash the dishes."
"Just how far did you go with your talk with Kathy?" Lee asked, sitting down at the kitchen table.
"Far enough to find out that she'll swap if Walt will."
"And I had to pry such important news out of you!"
"We'd better keep it, cool and calm," Bonita said seriously. "We don't know yet if Walt will go for switching. Hell, he just might be the type to go get a gun and start shooting if a man even looked as if he were going to touch his wife."
"Those words made my pecker stop lifting." Lee said, forcing a little chuckle. "I know one thing. I won't touch Kathy until I know damn well that you've made it with Walt."
"Don't get too worked up about scoring tonight, honey. This might take more than one session of strip-poker playing."
"I'm going to get a hard-on even if I have to concentrate, Bonita. I want you to be sure and lose all of your clothes, too. With us both naked, and my prick poking up, we should get something exciting started."
"I promised Kathy that I wouldn't serve drinks," Bonita said. "She said she didn't want to be able to use drinking as an excuse."
"She sounds as if she might turn out to be a real swinger," Lee said. "This is a delicious dinner, honey. As always."
"Thank you," Bonita said, pleased with the compliment.
She'd prepared a pot roast, mashed potatoes, creamed corn, hot biscuits, and a tossed green salad. Not wanting to take a chance on feeling sluggish that evening, they both stopped eating before they were really full.
Over coffee, she told him about the laundry man.
She went into intimate details. His prick was straining against his trousers before she'd finished. He knew that she was trying to entertain him; just as he knew that she was entertaining herself by telling about her unexpected sexual adventure. He was liking their newfound honesty more all the time.
"Do you think the guy will bring his wife around?" he asked, wondering if he should do something about his erection. He could have Bonita do something. He didn't want to get a stone ache. That'd make him miserable all evening, and cause more pain than pleasure when he finally did shoot his wad.
"I'm sure he'll try and talk her into it," Bonita said. She pushed her chair back and stood up. "You'd better go get that shower and put on fresh clothes, honey. Kathy and Walt should be here in less than an hour." •
Lee pushed his chair back and got to his feet. He glanced down at his straining cock. "I think something's going to have to be done about this."
Bonita laughed and told him to make it a cold shower. Lee, deciding that it was a damn good opportunity to find out just how much their relationship had improved, unzipped his pants and took out his throbbing tool.
"I haven't had any today," he said, gazing into his wife's glittering green eyes. ''It'll only take a few minutes. Get on your knees right here if you want to. Then you won't even have to wash your cat."
Licking her lips, staring at his rigid rod, Bonita sat down and turned the chair so that the table wasn't in the way. "You didn't think I was going to argue, did you? Knowing how much I enjoy giving a blow job, you should've known better than that. This way will be easier than on my knees, though."
While his wife had been speaking, Lee had moved until he was standing before her. The warm breath that came out with her words caused his hard cock to give a little jerk. She flicked her hot tongue against the blunt end, while she unfastened his belt and let his trousers drop to the tiled floor. Then she unsnapped his shorts and let them slide down his legs.
The fingers of one hand grasped his long stiff prick near the base; the fingers of her other hand reached under and fondled his heavy balls. Then, gently working her warm and moist lips over the big knob, she slowly engulfed three or four inches of the stiff shaft.
Lee watched, hands on his hips, the muscles in his legs going tense. He enjoyed the feel of a mouth sucking his prick just about as much as he did a pussy. He didn't like the thoughts that popped into his mind at times, though. He'd allowed a few men to go down on him, and had enjoyed it just as much as with a woman, but he'd never touched a man even with his hands.
The crazy thoughts he'd had, wondering what it'd be like to reciprocate, had caused him to steer clear of gay boys. Not that he was really worried about becoming queer. He liked women too damned much for that, and he'd read enough to know that most persons, male and female, often had sexual fantasies that they'd never really do or want to do in real life.
His desire to see a couple having intercourse had him a little worried. The fact that he was anxious to see his own wife with another man, especially, but even that didn't mean that he wanted to touch a man. He'd like to make it with Bonita and Kathy at the same time, though. Did Kathy blow Walt? And if so, could she do it as expertly as Bonita?
He put his hands on Bonita's shoulders and started short strokes into her clamping greedy mouth. She'd been sucking and running her tongue around the swollen head. She eagerly took more and more of him, both of her hands going around his buttocks, her fingers gripping his tensed flesh. Soon he moved his fingers to her silky soft blonde hair.
"I'm about to come," he whispered hoarsely. He chuckled, then said, "As if you didn't know!"
Bonita began moving her caressing mouth and tongue faster. Forward and back, forward and back, taking his throbbing flesh deep in her throat one moment, then sucking on the big head the next moment. Lee had stopped his short thrusts. He lifted on his toes and gritted his teeth as his passion centered, boiled, and then spurted into his wife's hungry mouth.
She didn't choke or gag. She swallowed, then kept right on sucking until his cock was limp. He released her hair. She pulled back and looked up, her green eyes glowing, a smile on her wet lips.
"That should take care of you for a few hours," she said.
"How about you? Did you cream your panties?"
"Not this time." she said. "I'm all right, though. Don't forget that I had a prolonged session this afternoon. Would you like to watch me do that to a man?"
He hesitated. Maybe there was such a thing as being too honest. But it was too late to worry about that. "I guess so," he said. "Yes. I'd like to watch you do any thing that gives you pleasure." He managed a weak grin. "I guess that makes me some kind of a perverted creep, but that's the way it is. That's the way I am, I mean, and I hope we can arrange things so that we can some way-out sexual orgies."
"Mavbe we'll be able to form a swapping club," Bo-nita said. "I don't know who we could get, but if we can swing with Walt and Kathy tonight it'll be a good start."
Lee had shuffled backward a few steps and pulled his shorts and trousers back into place. "Do you think it's necessary to go through the farce of having a strip poker game, Bonita? After all, Kathy has already agreed to swap and Walt isn't stupid. He must've guessed what we have in mind. Maybe it'd be better if we were to just lay everything on the line. Kind of go for broke, as it were."
"I've been thinking much the same," Bonita said, getting to her feet. "Why don't we just pretend that I never said anything about strip poker? We could visit like we always have and see if Walt mentions it. Then we could kind of play things by ear. How does that sound?"
"That's a good idea," Lee said, meaning it.
He kissed his wife and hurried to the shower. While soaping himself he got another erection. But he rinsed in warm water and then let the cold water spray until his cock shriveled and his balls pulled up tight.
He was, he decided, going to have to start conserving his strength. If they were lucky enough to get a swapping group going, he'd have to learn, to pace himself. Not that he'd miss out on too much fun and pleasure by taking it kind of easy with his dick. He could have himself a ball by just using his mouth and tongue! He hoped he'd have a chance to tongue Kathy Blanchard that evening!
Kathy wished that Bonita and Lee hadn't changed the plans. Just as soon as she and Walt had arrived, Bonita had gotten her aside and said that they'd decided to see if Walt would mention playing strip poker. And, by diddly-damn, it was beginning to look as if her husband wasn't going to do it. Should she?
Maybe she shouldn't've told Bonita not to serve drinks, either. She'd never had much to drink, but she knew that there was nothing like liquor to break down inhibitions. She wished she'd had the nerve to talk to Walt. But she hadn't even been able to meet his eyes while telling him that Bonita had invited them over to play cards. She hadn't even said strip poker.
She didn't know how she should dress. In fact, she didn't even know how to play any kind of cards. Her folks wouldn't allow card playing in their home. They still didn't. Her folks didn't allow much of anything that had to do with worldly pleasure. They felt that the more they gave up in this life the more they'd be rewarded in the hereafter.
She'd put on a skirt and blouse with a half-slip. She started to put on stockings and a garter-belt, but it was too warm and she'd been afraid that Bonita and Lee would laugh because she'd put on extra clothes. Walt had slipped into fresh slacks and a sport shirt after his shave and shower.
Lee was sitting where he could get a good look at her legs, as usual. He was also dressed in sports clothes. He didn't have his legs crossed. She Gould see the outline of his big penis, but it wasn't hard. Kathy felt a little shudder ripple up and down her spine. Was it possible that she was going to eventually have that big thing? She'd agreed to swap. Maybe Bonita would let her have Lee even if Walt didn't agree to the exchange. But that wouldn't be fair to Walt.
Walt, as usual, was keeping his eyes on Bonita's big tits most of the time. The beautifully-stacked blonde had also put on a skirt and blouse. She was wearing heels without nylons, and Kathy could tell by the way the tight skirt had hiked on the rounded thighs that there wasn't a slip underneath. Indeed, the skirt was so tight the outline of her brief panties was plainly visible.
Kathy realized that everybody was looking at her. She'd let her mind wander so much that she didn't have the least idea what they'd been talking about. She looked to Bonita for help. The blonde smiled.
"I just asked what you were thinking about, Kathy. You seemed to be so far away, like out in space. You said that to me this morning, remember?"
"I remember," Kathy said, looking at Walt. "I also remember that we're supposed to be here to play cards."
"That's right," Walt said, chuckling. "Kathy and I decided to spice up our marriage up a bit by playing strip poker with you folks. When do we start?"
Kathy saw Lee and Bonita exchange glances. Bonita slowly got to her feet. She braced her shoulders and thrust out her big titties. Lee cleared his throat and sat up straight in the easychair.
"I think we'll all agree that the card game would just be to reveal some skin," he said, looking directly at Walt. "I suggest that we save time by skipping the poker game. How about it, Walt?"
Walt looked at Kathy. "I think my wife and I should've talked before we came over this evening. Have you already made some kind of an agreement with thesp people, Kathy?"
"I think we've underestimated Walt." Bonita said before Kathy could say anything, or could even think of what she wanted to say. "In fact, I have the feeling that he has been way ahead of us all the time. Right, Walt?"
"Maybe," Walt said grinning. "I'm willing to save time by skipping a poker game. Not, I hasten to add, that I'm interested in seeing anything except female flesh!"
That's understood," Bonita said, smiling and lifting her fingers to the top button on her white blouse. "Anyhow. I hope you aren't overly-interested in seeing Lee's big cock. Oh, I forgot! Kathy said that you didn't like to hear people use such basic words."
"Maybe Kathy and I still have a great deal to learn about each other after four years," Walt said, his gaze focused on Bonita's swiftly moving fingers. "Is this going to just be a strip tease? Or have you folks made other plans? And that last question includes you, Kathy."
Bonita had gotten her blouse and brassiere off. Walt hadn't looked at Kathy. His eyes remained on Bonita's big naked titties, he licked his lips. Kathy decided that it was best to continue to remain silent. She was sure that her husband wanted to screw Bonita so badly that he wouldn't hesitate for a moment about swapping. She was surprised to feel a pang of disappointment. Had she made a terrible mistake?
"This was planned for your benefit," Bonita said, walking over and holding out her hand to Walt, "Since Kathy and I talked this morning, anyway. All you have to do is come with me, without saying a word, be-
cause my husband and your wife have already agreed to swap."
Kathy discovered that she was holding her breath. She suddenly almost wished that Walt would refuse to go with Bonita. Once the step had been taken—
"I can't seem to think of any appropriate words," Walt said, taking Bonita's hand. He chuckled, then added, while getting to his feet, "since the agreement has already been made by evervbody except me, let's don't let it ever be said that I didn't go along with my dear wife's wishes."
"Don't try and shift all the blame over to me!" Kathy blurted, immediately sorry for making the outburst.
Walt still didn't look at Kathy. "I imagine that I want Bonita just as much as you want Lee, Kathy. Maybe even more. So—he chuckled and tugged Bonita toward the hallway "—let's get on with the fun and forget about trying to put the blame on anybody for what we all want!"
"Don't tell me you've changed your mind, Kathy."
Kathy pulled her eyes from the doorway through which her husband and Bonita had disappeared. Lee's dark eyes and handsome features were serious. The fact that he hadn't jumped up and rushed over to her helped calm her nerves.
"Thinking about something and doing it are two different things," she said. Then she giggled and exclaimed, "Wasn't that a brilliant observation!"
"Just take it easy," Lee said softly. "There's no rush, no hurry, and if you want to cancel out that'll be all right, too."
Kathy stared. "That wouldn't be fair. She felt her face getting red. "It wouldn't be treating you right, I mean."
"Nor you," Lee said, grinning. His face and eyes became serious again. "I can understand why you'd be nervous, Kathy. Bonita told me about you never having a man other than Walt. Are you sorry that you helped get this started?"
"I don't think so/' she said. "No, I'm not. I was surprised when Walt jumped at the chance so quickly, though. Do you think he and Bonita are doing anything yet?"
"Would you like to go take a look?"
"No!" Then, again sorry for her outburst, Kathy said in a softer tone, "Why don't you sit over here by me, Lee? I'll be all right in a few minutes. I can't understand what's wrong with me. I've been looking forward to this. Really."
"It seems that there's something wrong with me, too," Lee said, getting to his feet and walking over to the couch. He sat down beside Kathy, not quite touching, and not before she saw that he didn't have an erection. "You know what I mean, don't you?"
"I've seen you unwilling to stand," Kathy said, smiling, relaxing somewhat, telling herself that when he was ready for sex she'd be ready. It was just the newness, that was all. She'd get hot soon enough, and maybe Lee would do things she'd never had done to her.
"I feel stupid being so backward, Kathy. I've never been like this. Maybe it has something to do with your beauty. But that's crazy! I guess this swapping's so new to me that I—"
Kathy waited a few seconds after Lee's words had trailed off, then said, "Walt and Bonita seem to've taken to it quickly enough. Maybe if we—"
Kathy's words were broken off by Lee's open mouth. She'd started to suggest that they kiss. Now, feeling his mouth covering hers, and his arms going around her body, she was glad he hadn't let her finish. She didn't know much about men, but she was sure that most of them wanted to lead the way when making love. Or having sex, she corrected herself, feeling his fingers unbuttoning her blouse. Because she had to remember that her love was to be saved for her husband.
Lee cupped a bra-encased breast and probed her mouth with his tongue. She eagerly accepted his tongue, and started using hers. She felt her nipples expanding against the bra cups and she felt the welcome warmth spreading from her loins. He broke the tongue-probing kiss and pulled his face back. His dark eyes were beaming.
"I want to see your beautiful legs," he whispered. "Right here and now. Please. I've waited so long."
She wondered why he didn't take her to a bedroom. But she silently allowed him to push her to her feet. There was plenty of light in the living room, but she knew that all the drapes had been drawn over the windows. When he slipped to his knees and reached for the skirt zipper with trembling fingers, she took her blouse off. Then, while he was tugging on the zipper, she quickly removed the brassiere.
He hooked his fingers under the skirt waistband and pulled. She wriggled her hips helpfully. He looked up-and saw her naked titties and let out a little whistle. But he didn't stop at taking off her skirt. He pulled her shoes off too, one by one, as she stepped out of the black garment. Then he reached up and quickly peeled her white half-slip down.
As she stepped out of it he leaned back and let his greedy gaze sweep up and down her long legs. She was wearing bikini-type panties. It seemed to her as if he stared at her legs for many minutes. But she knew that it couldn't've been much more than a minute. When he didn't say anything, or make a move to touch her, she began to wonder if she should do the leading, after all. She was getting hot, or hotter, and she couldn't see well enough to know if his penis was getting hard or not.
"You probably think I'm some kind of a nut," Lee finally said, resting his warm cheek against one of her thighs. "For stalling like this, I mean." He pulled his face back and looked up and met her eyes. "I don't know what the hell's wrong with me, Kathy. Maybe it's because I keep thinking Walt might come rushing out here or some damn thing, but whatever the reason I don't seem to be able to get a hard-on. This is the first time anything like that has ever happened to me!"
His fingers started caressing the backs of her legs. She wondered if he was hinting that she should give him special help to get his penis hard. She wasn't at all sure that she wanted to do anything like that. Hadn't Bonita told him that she was totally inexperienced in the more erotic acts? Maybe he was just trying to get permission to use his mouth on her. As if he'd have to ask!
"I'm sure Walt won't cause any trouble," she said, trying to read the expression in Lee's dark eyes. There was passion or lust, but underneath there seemed to be a kind of fear or worry. She sat down on the couch. "How could he? He's with Bonita. Maybe I just don't appeal to you."
"It isn't that! Hell, you're one of the most beautiful and desirable females I've ever seen!"
Before she could remind him that he hadn't yet seen quite all of her, she seemed to think of that truth himself. He walked forward on his knees and hooked his fingers under the top of the brief, tight panties. As he tugged, she lifted her buttocks helpfully.
It didn't take long for him to get the last remaining obstacle peeled off. Her ass had been pulled right to the edge of the couch. Her legs were parted, wantonly, she knew, and she'd never felt more exposed in her life. Lee was staring right at her pussy. Or right up her tingling cunt, she thought a little wildly. Was he going to tongue her? It seemed that he was!
Because he'd lowered his flushed face and was kissing her inner thighs. His tongue flicked out, causing her to gasp, and he started licking her inner thighs.
One, and then the other, turning his face quickly from side to side, and then his hands were slipping up under her buttocks.
Her squirrming buttocks by then. His fingers squeezed, digging into the flesh she knew was sleek and firm, and his warm breath was right there on her slit. His hot tongue parted the short dark hairs even more. Then his mouth was covering her hot, moist flesh, his tongue licking at her thick lips. Then, jabbing and probing into her quivering vagina. She sucked in her breath sharply.
His tongue didn't go to her joy button right away. The sensitive bud-like organ she'd fingered so many times. He slithered his tongue all around inside her hot hole until she was lurching, wiggling and clutching at his shoulders.
When he did put his tongue to her clit, and started lapping that erect organ, she moved her fingers to his dark hair. She moaned and chewed on her trembling lips, then clamped her thighs together, and dug her fingernails into his bobbing scalp.
Somehow, he'd gotten his lips on her clitoris, too. How and when she didn't know, but her legs had gotten draped over his shoulders. It felt as if he were trying to suck the very life out of her. It felt as if everything inside of her was being sucked out. But it also felt good, good, good!
Wonderfully good! She told him that, over and over and over, and then she cried out that she was coming. Then she did come, with her eyes wide open, and the loud gasping sounds from her own parted lips ringing in her ears.
When she went limp, Lee crawled out from under her legs and struggled to his feet. She saw his penis poking his pants out into a big tent. Grinning, he slipped out of his sport shirt.
"I don't mind telling you that I was worried," he said. "I was afraid that something about this swapping was going to make me impotent."
He wasn't wearing an undershirt. Before she could say that she was glad his worries about impotency were over, he'd dropped his trousers and boxer-tyoe under-shorts around his ankles. She started worrying about taking the big penis. It- had to be at least an inch longer than Walt's, and it was bigger around. The swollen purple head looked almost frightening.
Lee seemed to read her mind. "Don't worry," he said, dropping to his knees and working himself in between her legs. "If you don't already know it you'll soon find that it's only a matter of adjustment." He chuckled.
She didn't answer. She was too busy adjusting her soft flesh to his hard flesh. He hadn't waited for her to do the guiding but he'd been gentle, pushing slowly, and the head of his stiff tool had slipped in easily.
"Okay?" he asked, grinning and meeting her eyes.
"Yes," she whispered, thrilling to the feel of the big hard cock and the idea of having it in her. "It feels heavenly. Go ahead and push, let yourself go. It's wonderful. I love it."
Kathy closed her eyes and Lee started giving her all of his big prick. She forgot about everything except that pleasure-giving instrument. Again he slipped his hands under and grabbed her ass. She was moving with him, with his thrusting tool, and she hoped he'd last long enough for her to climax again.
His mouth found one of her breasts. He sucked and tongued the erect nipple. She wrapped her long legs around his waist. She found that she was taking all of him. His opened mouth and his jabbing tongue trailed over to her other taut-tipped tit. His fingers squeezed her ass harder and he speeded up his thrusts. She matched the new pace.
He mashed his mouth against hers. For a moment she was startled. It was almost like kissing herself.
That thought flashed through her feverish mind. Somehow, it seemed to make her hotter. She thrashed wildly, lashing her tongue at his, feeling the throbbing in his hig cock.
He broke the tongue-lashing kiss. She pulled his chest to her breasts and squeezed hard with her arms and legs. He groaned and gave himself in short fast strokes. She cried out as his sperm spurted and triggered her spasmodic release.
"Wonderful," she whispered.
"You can say that again!"
She laughed. "Wonderful!"