Chapter 4
"You're not sorry we're here, are you?" he whispered.
"No, no." Brenda's throat felt tight. She was dazed and could hardly remember getting home and undressed and into her ... and Don's ... king-sized bed.
"You want me to stop now?"
"Oh, God, no!" She was lying on her back with her knees spread wide, a pillow under her buttocks. Bill lay half on top of her, his mouth moving around from one tit to the other while his hand explored her trembling body.
"Such beautiful tits," he said. "I could kiss them forever."
His fingers roamed lightly over her skin, barely touching it and yet sending tantalizing messages to all her nerve endings. She realized that he was taking his time with her, making sweet and gentle love until she was aroused enough to enjoy it. And he was good at it; he understood a woman's body and its many erogenous zones. His kisses on her mouth and on her nipples were equally skillful and thrilling. As a lover she'd rate him A-plus so far, and she expected the rest to be as marvelous as the foreplay.
There was only one thing wrong with it, Brenda thought ... it was completely unnecessary.
Her experiences earlier with Don had left her in a lewd and lascivious mood, ready to be taken and to give as quickly and roughly as any man could. She wanted, oh, she needed, a man's meat inside her quickly! she thought. Her body was a mass of molten desire. All the long months she'd been denying not only Don, but herself, in her shame and guilt. Now the unused passion inside her was like floodwater about to burst over the dam, inundating everything in its way.
Yet, what would he think if she suddenly said, "Hey, come on, let's fuck!"
Brenda simply didn't have the courage to do that. She'd gotten herself into this position, where Bill believed she was shy and a little slow to warm up. And if she ruined that image now, heaven only knew what he would think of her.
At last he reached down to her curly-haired mound and carefully slipped his hand between her thighs, parting the hairs and exposing the moist, pink flanges of her cunt. She waited breathlessly. Surely the dampness of her pussy would give him a clue.
In one way, she was truly shy. Except for her husband and Guy, her lover, no man had touched her until this moment. So far she didn't feel free to act and react naturally ... not until she got over this paralyzing fear. After all, this was exactly what she'd told Don she didn't want to do ... meet a stranger and go to bed with him immediately.
"I want you so much," he said softly. "And you want me too, don't you? Look, you're all warm and wet and ready. You do want me, don't you?"
"Oh yes, yes! Put it in me now!"
Want it? Brenda thought. She was near to exploding with needing the feel of his swollen cock in her avid cunt. She forgot all her fears and worries in the warmth of his arms and the exciting closeness of his body. She had already seen that his penis was fully as long as Don's and somewhat thicker. It throbbed against her leg, sending goose bumps over her skin. .
He lifted himself and she felt the heavy head of his cock slide over her leg and rest on the mound of her crotch. That was all it took to make her pussy quiver and clamp together, as if to cage his swollen sex inside it. She smiled and licked her lips, eagerly awaiting his next move.
Bill raised himself to his knees and held his thick rod in his hand, brushing it gently across her slit, as he held the lips apart with his other hand and gently teased her. She felt as if her cunt lips would move up to swallow it of their own accord.
No matter how hard she tried to wait and be passive, her hips continued to roll back and forth.
"You won't be shy next time, will you?" Bill smiled. "You'll let me make love to you anywhere ... even at the party."
"No, no ... I mean yes!" She was both pleased and frustrated by his long teasing, and the temptation to tell the truth arose again in her throat but she choked back the words. There was no denying that the longer he delayed, the hotter and more avid she became, panting in her eagerness to get that hunk of male meat inside her quaking pussy. And of course, the greater the pleasure when he did.
He slipped a hand beneath her buttocks, separating them and rubbing his fingers against the puckered ring of her asshole. That pressure sent sweet tingles through her. Her pelvis writhed as he continued the dual assault on her cunt lips and her anus.
"Please, please!" She gasped and moistened her dry lips. "Put it in me now!"
He laughed softly and triumphantly as he spread her labia wider so he could aim his throbbing dark knob and bury it in her dripping slit. Brenda looked down the valley between her huge breasts and saw the length of his rod poised at her cunt, the head barely inside. Bill was smiling down at the same sight, his face a mask of lascivious pleasure. She wanted to push upward and take it all, but again she restrained herself.
Shoving in a little farther, he looked up and caught her glance. "Isn't that something?" he said, marveling as if this were the first time he'd ever seen such a sight.
He leaned forward and grasped her breasts in his hands, his thumbs running over the erect, rosy pies. "And such pretty titties, too," he sighed.
Bill's movement sent his rod in a little farther. Brenda couldn't wait, delightfully thrilling as it was. Her pelvis bobbed upward, away from the supporting pillow, and her gaping maw swallowed the length of his dick. She heard him laugh again as he pushed harder and entered her all the way. It felt as if it were coming out her throat! Brenda thought. But her elastic vagina expanded with the pressure and took it all, slickly, warmly and receptively.
He had delayed just long enough to put her in a lazy mood, and even when a sudden thrust sent a pain shooting through her, it was more happiness than hurt.
"You sweet thing," he said huskily as he raised his buttocks and slammed down on her.
Brenda closed her eyes and almost at once her mind floated free. It was Guy's dark curly head that dipped to suck briefly on a nipple; it was Guy's clever hands that stroked her body. And it was, it must be ... Guy's hard, demanding prick that sent such delightful ecstasy through her willing body.
One level of her brain knew the truth and was horrified. This was what she feared would happen with Don, and the reason she deliberately forced herself to stay cold and ungiving. She was lost in a swirling mist, living the past and the present at the same time, unable or unwilling to let go of her memories. It wasn't love; it couldn't be love; Don was the only one she loved, and Guy meant no more to her than this stranger who was pillaging her body. But she had to force her lips together to keep from murmuring Guy's name out loud.
The moment passed and she was back with Bill, her friend's husband, thoroughly aware of him. He was as vigorous as an eighteen-year-old but she realized that he had the skill of an adult, an experienced lover. His movements changed from time to time, almost driving her over the brink into the orgasm that waited, hovering just beyond reach. His hands caressed her as he murmured soft, loving words. Her passion rose and she answered his every stroke and change of rhythm.
The sound of a panting voice echoed in her ears. At times she wasn't sure whose voice she heard ... hers or Bill's. There was no separation, no distinction between them; he was she and she was he.
He arched his back and shoved her knees up until they were cramped against her breasts. His hands went to her ankles and he held them wide and balanced himself against them, as he pumped long, steady strokes into her.
She wanted desperately to come. At the same time, she wanted it to last forever, never to end.
His punishing dick, deep in her vagina, seemed to communicate with her wordlessly so she knew just when to push against him, when to break the rhythm and go slower, when to spread her legs and pussy wide and accept the insistent pounding of his cock. They'd gone beyond the point where she met his stroke, where they played out a kind of game, a dance together. Now he was pure male, slamming in to his female, taking her with animal-like force.
Every pounding hammer blow brushed against her clit, or the sensitive skin around it so that sweet friction was always with her. She knew she was gasping and crying and begging for help. But the help she wanted was only more of the same soul-shaking, heart-pounding fucking.
He lifted his hips high in the air and she knew instinctively that this was it; he was going to climax. Whimpering and mewling, she made herself an open slippery receptacle for his cock and when he slammed home the last time, she came too. The fragile bubble of her emotions burst and she screamed, throwing her head from side to side as the tremendous waves rippled through her.
He pumped on slowly, milking the last sensation from his fluttering loins as the hot, sticky sperm emptied into her.
He collapsed at last with a long, shuddering sigh. She wrapped her arms around his sweating body and held him close against her.
"You are really something!" he gasped. "My God, I've never had anything so great in my life," Bill was asleep before his heart stopped its heavy thudding and returned to normal.
Brenda lay holding him, her mind whirling with unfinished ideas and thoughts. Of course he didn't mean that, she thought. Every time it was good, it seemed as if that were the best time of all.
What she worried about was that her relationship with Guy had uncorked some reservoir of emotion and that she really was different than before. If that were so, then Don would surely know it the first time he fucked her. She couldn't keep up the cold attitude she'd shown him lately; sooner or later her sexuality would burst over the dam again, just as it had a few minutes ago. And then what would her husband say?
Tears formed in her eyes as she thought about it. She loved Don; she knew she did. Guy had been a passing thing, an amusing affair. At least, that's what she kept telling herself.
And yet, she could remember every moment they'd spent together, and every word, almost, they'd ever exchanged. She met him so innocently.
She'd been driving just outside of the city when a flat tire caused her to pull over to the side of the road. Guy came along and changed the tire for her. They felt an instant attraction to each other.
She knew she was foolish to follow him to the tavern for a drink, but at the time it was hard to refuse, since he'd just helped her. From then on, one thing led to another until they were lovers and thoroughly involved. It had only lasted a few months but those months were seared on her brain forever.
She'd been an idiot not to take precautions against pregnancy. The safe years with Don had made her almost forget the urgent necessity of protecting herself. Now she took the Pill. Don had urged her to get started on them when he first tried to talk her into swapping.
But she hadn't had the Pill then, and the inevitable happened.
Brenda never blamed Guy for panicking. He was happily married, just as she was. She wouldn't even have told him she was pregnant, except she didn't know what to do or where to go.
He arranged the whole thing. He even took the afternoon off and waited at the clinic while she had the D&C. There had been nothing to it, just as Guy had said. She even felt cheated about that. She thought she deserved to suffer and there was no suffering to endure.
Guy paid the bill, but that was the last time she ever saw him.
Don had been absolutely right, Brenda thought. This was the way to do it. If she'd listened to him, they could have been enjoying these delightful experiences right along, with no guilt or hang-ups. It wasn't being unfaithful, not when you both agreed to do it.
She wondered how Don was doing. If what she suspected was right, this was the third time around for him in one day. Poor guy, she mused, he went from famine to feast!
As she held Bill's body close to her, Brenda resolved that she'd go along with everything Don wanted after this. And if he noticed a change in her, she could blame it on the swapping. That was a perfect out.
Having made the decision, there was only one thing to do. She turned her head and blew gently into Bill's ear, at the same time running her hands up and down his back. He stirred sleepily but didn't wake so she shoved her tongue into his ear and curled it around.
That did it.
Bill woke and began to kiss her, at first gently and tenderly, then with increasing passion. His hot tongue separated her lips and gouged deeply, so that they were breathing into each other's mouths.
Yes, Brenda thought happily, swapping wasn't bad at all!