Chapter 9
BONITA WAS USING THE VACUUM CLEAN-er in the living room when she heard the telephone ringing. She snapped the machine off, crossed the room, and flopped into the overstuffed leather chair before picking up the receiver. It was shortly after nine o'clock on Monday morning. She'd been laboring since getting Lee off to work, ashamed of the way she'd been neglecting the housework.
"Hello," she said, telling herself that if it was some kind of a sales pitch she'd cut it short.
"Bonita? This is Kathy."
Bonita sat up straight. "What is it Kathy? Is there something wrong?"
"I'm not sure," Kathy said. She giggled, and it was a very nervous sound to Bonita. "My younger sister arrived late last night. She left her husband and wants to live here for a few days. Maybe for a few weeks. Until she can make up her mind what she wants to do, she says. I thought I'd better call and tell you that I wouldn't be over for coffee this morning."
"Why, on earth, not? Just bring her along, honey. Hell, you don't think Til rape her or something, do you!"
"I don't want her to find out about us, Bonita."
"And you thought I'd start blabbing? Honey, you don't have much confidence in my integrity or whatever, do you?"
"I guess I was worried about her finding out about you and me making it together, Bonita. I thought she might be able to sense it or something. Maybe by the way we talked or looked at each other."
"I don't think we'll act and talk like a couple of butch-type Lesbians just because we've experienced the pleasures of gay sex a few times," Bonita said, wondering if the younger sister was as beautiful as Kathy. "Why did she leave her husband? Did she tell you?"
"The main problem seems to be the usual disenchantment after a year or so of marriage. Boredom in sex, along with everything else. As far as the husband's concerned, anyhow. It seems that she accused him of cheating many times and he finally admitted it. I think they got married too young. She's only nineteen now."
"How old's the cheating husband?"
"Twenty-one," Kathy said. She laughed softly. "I'm far ahead of you, Bonita! In fact, Walt and I discussed it. About maybe telling Doris and Steve how swapping might save their marriage, I mean. I've read that swappers claim to've saved their marriages that way. All I know is that it made mine more exciting."
"Tell me what you and Walt decided," Bonita said impatiently.
"We think the family ties are too close," Kathy said. "I doubt if we'd ever feel right switching around with them. We did think about kind of turning them over to you and Lee, if we could figure out some way to do it. But we aren't sure that we even want Doris to know about our swapping."
"Why don't you bring Doris over and let me meet her? Maybe after talking to her, after getting to know her, I could advise you. Let you know whether or not I think she'd be angry or disgusted if she found out that you and Walt swap, I mean."
"That might be a good idea," Kathy said. "I haven't been around Doris much since she was just a kid. I imagine she got married to get away from our strict parents. I don't know much about her, really, and simply because she is my younger sister I can't seem to talk to her about intimate things. I hear her coming from the kitchen now. Should I bring her over around ten?"
"Yes," Bonita said. "That'll give me time to finish cleaning the house and then clean myself." She laughed. "I know you offered to come over and help me, but I didn't think we'd get that much work done! Although, I have to admit that after the delightfully active weekend I was a little too stiff and sore for sex this morning. How do you feel, honey?"
"Exactly the same," Kathy said. "Good-bye for now."
Bonita smiled as she heard the click. She replaced the receiver. She had thirty or forty minutes. She'd finish vacuuming the living room carpet and call it quits. That'd give her plenty of time to take a refreshing shower and put on clean clothes.
She sure as hell hadn't lied about being a little stiff and sore that morning. And she could imagine Kathy feeling the same. Walt, too. Lee hadn't been too chipper when he'd left for work. Both men had paced themselves damned well, though. But it wouldn't do to have such prolonged sessions all that often, not more than once a week, anyhow!
The drinking had caused them to go on and on, of course. Or had enabled them to. Kathy and Walt had stayed the night. They'd all taken a nap now and then, of course. She had cooked a big breakfast at six o'clock Sunday morning. There'd been more drinking. Then there'd been more and more sex, in most of the various complex combinations, and it'd been late afternoon before they finally called it quits, a decision reached by the four of them at just about the same time.
Bonita got to her feet. That was all history. There'd be many more thrilling sessions, with many more partners—she hoped—and it'd really be something if she could work it so that she could have both of the youngsters! Not that she wanted to be too pushy about doing something that'd cause Kathy too much embarrassment.
It wouldn't even come close, to being anything like incest if Walt had Doris and Kathy had the young husband. Steve? Yes, that was his name, and the twenty-one-year-old youngster had admitted to cheating on his nineteen-year-old wife. All she'd have to do would be to convince Doris that it'd be better to swap than to do as she and Lee had done for so long. It was almost a cinch that Kathy's younger sister would get a divorce, or else start cheating, too.
While thinking these thoughts, and feeling a surge of excitement because of them, Bonita began hurriedly finishing the chore she set for herself. It was a mental excitement more than anything else. She hadn't fully recovered from the sexual excesses that'd left her inner flesh feeling bruised and sore and her nipples almost too tender to touch.
When she was naked and under a spray of warm water, rubbing her soapy hands all over her lush body, there was a physical response. Nothing that she couldn't control, or that she didn't want to control, but it did cause her to alter her previous thinking, somewhat. She didn't want to wait until the next weekend for a swapping session. It wasn't as if it'd hurt her tender flesh to use her mouth and tongue. On a male or on a female.
Telling herself that she'd be careful not to jeopardize Kathy's relationship with the younger sister, Bonita rinsed off and stepped from the shower. Removing the shower cap, she grabbed a large towel and gave herself a brisk rundown. Except for her nipples; those she carefully dabbed at.
Her flesh dry and tingling, she went into the bedroom, sat on the bench before the dressing table, and brushed her blonde hair. She thought about Paul, the route man. He wasn't due back until the next day, but it was possible that he'd drop by to let her know when he could bring one of his hot-ass customers.
It was a very warm day, so Bonita decided to put on shorts and a halter. She even thought about calling Kathy and telling her to dress the same way, but she decided not to. It might appear too obvious that she actually wanted the younger sister to dress as scantily as possible. And Doris probably hadn't brought all of her clothes to Kathy's house.
Bonita put on clean white panties and picked white shorts and a white halter. She slipped into sandals, resisting the impulse to put on heels. They'd look cheap with shorts. And Kathy would know that she'd just out them on to make her legs look better. Bonita smiled to herself. It'd be stupid for her to try and compete with Kathy's long legs, anyhow. It'd be better to jvst depend upon her big boobies for attracting admiring glances.
Realizing that she was already thinking about making Kathy's sister, sight unseen, Bonita knew that she'd really gotten hooked on the gay stuff. Not. she hastily assured herself, that she thought such delightful pleasures would ever take the place of a stiff prick and loaded balls. But Kathy had been far more than just a substitute.
Hurrying to the kitchen to make fresh coffee, Bonita. decided that she was just going through something similar to what she'd experienced right after losing her virginity to a male. It hadn't been long before she'd wanted to sample another cock, then another and another and another.
Was that the way it was going to be with females? With cunts and clits? And why not? As long as the females were willing, she might as well just accept the extra added pleasures along with the truth that she enjoyed being bisexual. She wished that she'd discovered the joys of Lesbianism years before. Maybe she was getting a reward for not being able to have a baby.
Kathy could have a baby, though. Babies. And that beauty had discovered that she liked going the whole gay route. Kathy was still taking the pill four years after her wedding, too. It wasn't fair. Who the hell said that everybody was created equal? That was sure a bunch of crap. A bunch of shitty-shit!
Bonita wiped away a tear that had trickled down from one eye. She'd better be thankful for what she had, for what she was. She'd almost gotten to where she never cried. One little tear wasn't anything. Hell, she'd cried a few rivers right after getting married. Just because she couldn't feel guilty about contributing to the population explosion!
Quickly regaining her usual cheerfulness, Bonita carried the coffee pot and all the necessary equipment to the living room. It took two trips, but she had everything in readiness when Kathy and Doris arrived.
The younger sister's features weren't quite as beautiful as Kathy's; nor were her legs quite as long and lovely. But the latter was delightfully compensated for by her big breasts. The jutting mounds were almost as big as Bonita's. The nipples were a hell of a lot bigger. The tips poked the cotton sweater out almost an inch.
Kathy saw Bonita glancing at the spiked mounds. "I told Doris that the cut-out bra made her breasts look almost indecent under that sweater."
"I was just showing Kathy some of the clothes I brought," Doris said, blushing prettily. "While putting them away, I mean. I wouldn't dare go down town or any public place wearing this thin sweater over such a bra. In fact, this is the only cut-out brassiere I have and I've never had it on outside of the apartment before."
"Then you live in an apartment?" Bonita said, most-
ly to have something to say. She had to almost bite her tongue to keep from saying that if some men, and some women, saw the poking nipples they'd probably touch to see if they were as erect as they looked.
"Yes," Doris said, sipping at her coffee. "I did, anyhow."
"Kathy told me that you left your husband," Bonita said, after waiting a few seconds to give Kathy a chance to speak. Not much more than greetings and introductions had preceded Kathy's statement concerning the cut-out bra, and Bonita wished that she could talk to Kathy in private for a few minutes. The da*-k-eyed darling kept avoiding her eyes, her questioning looks.
"I've been threatening to leave Steve for weeks," Doris said, putting the cup back on the coffee table. She was sitting beside Kathy on a couch, and Bonita had pulled a straight-back chair up near the low table. "I've always given him sex whenever he wanted it, but he told me last night that all men wanted what he* called fresh stuff from time to time."
"And you left him for that?" Bonita asked, smiling. "He was speaking the truth, you know."
"I left him because he admitted to having sexual relations with other women!"
Kathy got to her feet. "I told Doris that you and your husband had solved similar problems by swapping, Bonita." Kathy giggled nervously. "I even told her that you'd approached me and Walt and that we'd been giving the idea some thought. Look, why don't I go home and get my housework done while you two talk?"
Kathy moved across the room and had her hand on the doorknob before Bonita could say anything. Then she said, "Hey, wait just a damn moment! How much do you want me to tell?"
"Use your own judgment," Kathy said, opening the door and hurriedly leaving without looking back.
Bonita pulled her eyes from the closed door. Doris' dark eyes were serious, but there was a little smile flickering about the corners of the full lips.
"Just how much have you guessed, Doris? Maybe if you'll tell me that I'll know how to proceed."
"Why should I help you out of the spot Kathy put you in, Bonita?" Then Doris laughed, seemingly to show that she was kidding or teasing. "I've guessed that Kathy didn't tell me the complete truth. How did you ever get my bashful sister and her stuffy husband to swap with you and your husband?"
"It was easy," Bonita said, realizing too late that the lovely girl had played a smart trick on her. She smiled. "Well, Kathy told me to use my own judgment, so no real harm has been done. Meaning, of course, that I would've undoubtedly told everything before you left the house, anyhow. Is that shock I see registering in your beautiful eyes? Or surprise?"
"Both, I suppose," Doris said softly. "Along with a degree of disappointment. I was sure that Kathy and Walt were playing around with the idea of swapping, but finding out that they really are swappers is disappointing more than anything else."
"Why?" Bonita asked, "If swapping makes them happier in their marriage, what's the harm? If swapping saved your marriage, where would be the harm?"
"The fact that you ask such questions means that I could never make you understand my feeiings on the subject. To make it short and sweet, though: In my opimon, a marriage wouldn't be worth saving if the husband and wife exchanged mates for sexual pleasures."
"Millions like me don't share your opinion," Bonita said, suddenly sensing that the exciting girl was far wiser than she'd thought.
"I don't want you to think that I'm a prude or anything like that," Doris said seriously. "Hell, before I got married I wasn't all that particular who I let screw me. I swung like crazy and really had myself a ball. But I stopped all that for my husband, and for my marriage, and now—"
Bonita waited a few seconds after Doris' words had trailed off, then prompted, "And now, honey?"
"I suppose I might as well start swinging again," Doris said. She giggled, and the sound reminded Bonita of Kathy's nervous giggling. "I'm not sure that Steve would go for the open swapping, though. And I'm not sure that it'd be wise for us to switch around with my sister and her husband, either. That does seem just a little depraved, doesn't it, Bonita?"
"I don't think so, Doris. Even I'm not so free-wheeling that I think blood relatives should have sex together. It wouldn't be anything like that if you had Walt and Kathy had your husband, you know.
"I know," Doris said, boldly meeting Bonita's eyes. "It might get to be at least a border-line case of depravation if I were to see you and Kathy having sex together, though. Or if I had enough to drink or some damn thing and got hot enough to get my body and mouth in on the erotic act. That would be downright wicked, wouldn't it, honey?"
Listening, and staring, Bonita had decided that Kathy's younger sister had really been a tough little bitty before her marriage. The lovely girl seemed to be ready and willing to go that route again.
"I guess it'd be downright wicked if you and Kathy actually touched each other intimately, Doris. And I guess it'd be stupid of me to try and deny anything. What gave us away?"
"The way you looked at Kathy. The way the two of you exchanged glances. The way you've been looking me over. Most of the swinging females I knew made the gay scene. Hey, don't you think you'd better check and see who's at the door?"
Bonita had heard the doorbell. She was hoping that whoever the hell it was would go away. "I hope you
aren't just teasing me," she said, lifting her eyes from the big titties, the poking nipples.
The dark eyes were glowing, and the pink tongue came out and flicked around the full lips. "I haven't had a session with a female in over a year, Bonita—" there was a little giggle "—and I've been just about to cream my pants ever since we started yapping!"
Standing, feeling weak in the knees, Bonita had to fight to keep from staggering on the way to the door. She no longer felt stiff and sore. She only felt hot. She swung the door inward, not at all sure that she was glad to see Paul standing there. Not that she had to let him stay, she thought, automatically stepping backward as he stepped inside.
"I dropped by to tell you that I've talked my wife into swapping, you lovely blonde sexpot! I had one of my hot-ass customers lined up, but she couldn't get away from her husband in the evenings, so I spilled the beans to Marie and she surprised me by agreeing to—"
Paul broke off, having spotted Doris, and his face was slightly red when he briefly met Bonita's eyes again. "You should've told me that you had company!"
"You didn't give me a chance," Bonita said, closing the door. She put her arm around his waist. "This is Doris, Paul. Kathy's sister. Doris, this is Paul. As you just heard, he and his wife are going to be members of, what I hope will grow into, a large group of swappers. We've already had a blissful threesome. Kathy and Paul with me, I mean, and if you two can stop staring at each other long enough we can go into the bedroom and have some fun!"
Doris and Paul stopped staring at each other and followed Bonita to a bedroom. Bonita was the first one to get naked. She hurried to help reveal Doris' lovely nakedness. Paul, naked and with his stiff shaft swaying, rushed forward just as Bonita was pushing Doris onto the bed. Bonita had already clamped her eager mouth on one big breast and was sucking on the
elongated niople; and Paul clamped his eager mouth on the other extended tip.
On her back, Doris wriggled heatedly, as the two greedy mouths feasted and the four hands roamed her firm flesh. She managed to get her hands into play, fondling Bonita's throbbing tits with one, and grabbing Paul's rigid rod with the other. Then she moved her hand down from Bonita's hard-tipped titties and grasped Bonita's blonde crotch.
When the finger slipped into Bonita's pulsating pussy, she moved her opened mouth to Doris' parted lips. Sweet, sweet, she thought. She jabbed her tongue into the sweetness, and the younger girl's tongue was right there. They took turns sucking, and Bonita pushed her finger into Doris' teeming cunt.
"Give me a chance," Paul finally said, pushing against Bonita's cheek. "Unless you want me to go to the other end first!"
Bonita stopped sucking on Doris' tongue, lifted her flushed face, and watched as Paul and Doris began kissing passionately. She moved lower on the bed, away from Doris' frigging finger, and for a few seconds watched Doris' fingers stroking Paul's erection. Then she buried her face between Doris' sleek thighs. She kissed the moist lips between the already parted curly black hairs, slithered her tongue into the hot flesh, and joyfully lapped the erect and slippery clitoris.
When Doris started coming, she writhed frantically and then clamped her hot smooth thighs tightly against Bonita's cheeks. The shuddering spasms seemed to go on and on. Bonita, her own cunt feeling just as hot and juicy as the one she was trying to leave, had to pry her way free. She saw that Paul had moved higher on the bed, and that Doris was ravenously sucking on his cock.
Bonita quickly got on her back beside Doris and watched for a few moments. Then she said, "You'd better not forget that you have two hot-ass gals with an itch for your whanger, Paul!"
Paul pulled his prick from Doris' greedy mouth and quickly trailed down and buried his face against Doris' crotch. But he didn't stay there long. He pulled back on his haunches and suggested that Doris go down on Bonita while he pronged Doris from behind.
"That's the way we worked it with Kathy," Bonita said. She laughed. "Along with other equally delightful ways, of course!"
"I'd just about forgotten how thrilling this swinging sex could be," Doris said, hurriedly getting into position for the threesome act Paul had suggested. "I wish Steve could see me right now. That'd show him that I can take the marriage vows just as lightly as he can!"
"Let's have a party tomorrow night," Bonita said, afraid they'd all be too tired for one that evening. "Do you think you could get your husband to agree to attend a swapping party?"
"I want to attend even if Steve refuses," Doris said. She giggled. "Hell, I'm looking forward to being pronged by Walt and your husband!"
"I think I'm going to have to start insisting upon some rules," Bonita said. "One, anyhow. Married couples will have to attend the parties together. For the first few times, at least. And that goes for you and your wife, Paul. You've been getting what might be called a free ride, you know. You've had three of us already and I couldn't swear that you're even married! That isn't fair to Walt and Lee."
"I'll have Marie here tomorrow night," Paul said, moving in closer to Doris' uplifted buttocks.
"And I'll have Steve here," Doris said. She briefly lowered her face and licked Bonita's gash a few times. "In the meantime, Paul, you don't have to be too particular about which hole you use back there. I wasn't a virgin in any manner when I got married, but Steve has stretched my anal opening so often that I sometimes dig that the most!"
Bonita shuddered. Partly because Doris again lowered her face and lashed her tongue; and partly because of the words about a penis being shoved in the wrong hole. That would be another rule she'd have to make, by damn! The husbands couldn't do anything at the parties the wives didn't want them to do!
"Hey, this is great! Tight and hot! I'm coming already!"
Bonita had closed her eyes. Opening them, she found herself gazing into Paul's blazing eyes. She started to tell him that he'd better not ever try to stick her in the ass. But Doris' tongue started lapping at her tingling clit at that exact moment and she forgot everything except the wondrous sensations sweeping outward from her loins.