Chapter 3
"THIS IS A KEEN SPOT, HUH?" SALLY RE-marked, gazing toward the crowded dance floor of The Barn, a new roadhouse on the outskirts of Layton. The lights were low, and two young go-go girls performed on platforms at each side of the big juke box. Colored spotlights played on them, and their flesh-colored tights and bras left the impression that they were completely naked. Topless shows were out.
The four of us sat at a small table in semidarkness, a bottle of wine being already halfway gone. Ed sat at my left, John on my right, with Sally across from me. Sally had talked me into wearing a tight blouse and an almost-mini skirt; her clothes were the same, but naturally she looked very pretty and sexy in hers. I had the feeling of being overly exposed. We had all gone casual, since it was that kind of night spot.
So, we had a minimum of clothing-no hose or garter belts, just bras and panties underneath. The boys wore sport shirts and slacks. Ever since Ed and Sally had dropped over for a drink, about eight o'clock, Ed had been very attentive.
I was flattered. What could he see in me when he had such a decorative young wife? Had Sally given him the hint about a possible swap? I was shivery with excitement!
I found myself watching the go-go girls with more interest than I cared to admit. Such ripe, young bodies, and their hip movements were extremely provocative.
"You'd look good up there, honey," I said to Sally.
She laughed and John nodded. "Boy, you sure would."
"She gives me a little show at home once in a while," Ed chuckled. He glanced at me, his gaze lingering on the jut of my titties where the blouse hugged them. I seldom wore anything so revealing. "You give John a few wiggles in the bedroom?"
Sally giggled, and then all three laughed. "Honey, the things you say!" Sally exclaimed.
"Slip of the lip," Ed smiled. "I meant a wiggle show."
I was flushing, but the dim lighting wouldn't show it. "I'm not built like Sally."
"Quit downgrading yourself, Diane," Ed said. "You've got plenty of curves."
I thanked him with my eyes.
"Oh, let's dance!" Sally laughed, catching John's hand. I could tell he was extremely pleased with the situation. On the drive out to the joint, she had flirted with him, although she had been in the front seat beside Ed, who had driven. Their car was newer than ours, a nice Chevy sedan.
I wasn't nearly as jealous as I had expected, watching Sally and John move to the dance floor. I didn't have long to observe them, however, because Ed touched my arm and nodded at the pack of dancers. I felt a flutter of real excitement.
We had never even held hands, much less danced together, and immediately I was sharply aware of his agile strength, his aura of virility. His deep tan added to his appeal; he was handsome and straightforward.
"Neat," he murmured, tightening his arm around my waist. It was a slow tune, and people were so thick on the floor it seemed natural for me to let my body press close to his. A sweet shiver ran across my loins.
Our cheeks were not touching; his very definite male odor, extremely pleasant, the feel of his narrow hips on my tummy and thighs, kited my interest. My big, thrusty breasts nudged his shirt front thrillingly.
"You're a very appealing girl, Diane," he whispered.
"Oh, stop it!" I laughed. But what wonderful words. John was so stingy with compliments, and stingy with his loving. We were in a rut after only two years of marriage.
The wine was singing in my veins. "Aren't I just a bit huge?"
He squeezed me closer. "Hell, no. I'm sure glad you gals thought of this." He breathed in my ear. "You're terrific, up here." He swelled his chest out against my titties. A delicious thrill warmed my whole body. My nipples wre rising and tingling. I had worn my sheerest bra. I had had my hair done that afternoon, and I had used more make-up than I generally do. Ed made me feel deliciously feminine.
The night before hadn't slaked my hungers. Just the mere idea that he liked it old-fashioned made me shiver. I knew already I was willing to swap. I might feel awful later, feel guilty, but tonight I hoped it happened! To put it very frankly I hadn't had a prick in my pussy since long before our marriage. It wasn't fair! Why did healthy young girls get married, anyway?
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Sally practically wrapped around John, and he wasn't backing away, believe me. Hadn't she said she enjoyed a lot of playing around, which Ed didn't give her? Well, I like that, too, but I was dying for a real virile screwing! If I'd been happy and satisfied at home, I wouldn't have had such crazy ideas.
I curved my hips inward, and I felt Ed's instant reaction. He nipped at my ear lobe and pressed his loins in close. No one could see us, actually. Other couples were plastered together, and some were even kissing. Occasional girlish laughter indicated most of the dancers were having fun. I was aware of a definite hardness pressing on my girl-mound. Ed was becoming aroused.
The mere idea that I was sexy enough to excite him was delectable. And he did like my big titties. Spicy tingles ran through my pelvic region. I trembled.
"Say, we're getting along swell!" Ed murmured in my ear.
"I guess we are," I answered.
The tune ended much too soon, and Ed gave me a hard, parting squeeze. My pussy was moist already. The wine and the soft lights, the go-go dancers, his nearness all were putting me in a delightful mood.
I did need a breather, though. Back at the table again, Ed poured more wine in my glass, winking. Sally and John looked pleased with themselves. I was positive their knees were touching under the table.
I had to admit I was growing more curious about John every moment. He was going for Sally in a big way. But considering that he had had his fun the night before, how could he function with Sally-if things went that far?
Did he have a sweetheart somewhere? Did that explain his once or twice a week weakness? Or, more possibly, I didn't excite him enough, as someone like Sally would.
The possibility of divorcing him entered my mind for the first time. I was still young; I could find somebody normal. I liked our house, though. I liked the state of marriage, and John wasn't all bad. He adored my cooking. I was a good housekeeper. Oh, hell!
Sally picked up her handbag and nodded in the direction of the ladies' room. I followed her, unable to ignore the twitch of her shapely rump, which she appeared to exaggerate in public. Several men at nearby tables stared at her.
The rest-room was rather noisy, but we found a spot at the far end where we could sit down and talk. I didn't have to go to the pottie, and apparently she didn't either.
"Well, how do you like Ed, honey?"
I felt my cheeks turn warm. "He's a smooth dancer."
"Oh, come on!" she teased. "You look flushed."
"He said he ... liked me," I stammered.
"I told you that, silly. Look, when we leave here and go out to the car, why don't you get in front with Ed? I'll manage it. I know the boys are willing."
I shivered. I wanted to. But could I, really? Dancing with Ed was much different than actually trading. Wouldn't it be more sensible to have a serious talk with John and, if he didn't change his ways, get a divorce?
"Or, I can drive and you and Ed can have the back seat. How would that be?"
I took a deep breath. "Whichever way you like."
"Swell!" she giggled. "We can go to our place and have a few more drinks and see what happens, huh?"
I nodded. My hands were shaky on my purse. We got busy checking make-up. I saw her eyes, via the mirror, linger on my titties. She winked and leaned nearer, murmuring in my ear.
"Ed-likes those, doesn't he, honey?"
"Oh, stop it!" I protested, but I was blushing.
We were going to trade. That kept hammering through my mind. My big brown eyes seemed to have a brightness tonight, but surely it was caused by the wine. I wasn't used to drinking. We didn't even have beer in the refrigerator at home. John, being a druggist, called alcohol a poison, but he was drinking just as much wine as anybody.
My heart was thumping when we went back to the table. A glance passed between Ed and Sally; I felt positive she was giving him the okay signal. When I sat down, Ed's knee pressed against mine, and he asked me for another dance. Sally was already coaxing John out of the chair. He didn't fight it.
This time, on the floor, I melted right into Ed's embrace, quaking. As soon as we were in the center of the floor, hidden by nearby couples, he pushed his loins against me with real meaning. Thrills shot from my pussy up to my breasts; I flattened my hips tightly to his.
The bulge in his trousers seemed even more prominent, and the erotic promise of it made me dizzy with longing. I was so starved for a good shafting I was ready to tumble over backward. I found it hard to believe I had turned into such a slut in one evening.
He was aware of my arousal; I was squeezing his hand hard, practically throwing myself at him. At the moment I didn't feel married at all; I was a bitch in heat.
In a dark comer he brought his mouth closer to mine, and I certainly didn't resist! I opened my lips greedily. His tongue came knifing into my mouth, shooting sparks of desire through my being. Ohhh, it was wonderful to know I had a man here who wanted to take me, totally. He didn't dillydally; he poked his tongue with hot vigor. Some girl nearby giggled, breaking the sweet contact.
"Man, oh man!" Ed breathed in my ear. "I vote for heading home."
"Yes!" I managed. John, with all his skill, had never worked me up to such a pitch of eagerness. If I danced this way many more times I would have a climax right out on the floor!
When the tune ended I was shivery with want. Ed stayed close behind me to hide the push-out in his trousers until we were right beside the table. He dropped into his chair, and I did the same. My thighs were burning, my panties moist. I simply ached for the rest.
Sally and John were laughing, still holding hands. "Let's cut out, kids," Sally said. "Fine with me," Ed answered.
I stood up and Ed took my arm. We left the tavern as though we had already switched. I practically floated. Outside, in the darkness, Ed's arm gripped my waist, and we walked to the car with our hips brushing. Now, if Sally would just do as she had talked about!
"Ed, honey, why don't I drive?" Sally giggled, holding Her hand out for the car keys.
"Sure!" he said, handing them to her. My heart thudded.
"John, how would you like to sit in front, with me?" Sally went on casually.
He didn't even glance my way. "Good idea!"
This was it. Ed pressed my hand, hard. He opened the rear door and in I went, just as though I'd done it before. He followed me. I was too excited to think of any bright remarks. Sally was carrying the ball, so to speak.
John slid over beside Sally, and Ed didn't waste any time, either. Suddenly he was breathing on my throat, his right hand gliding up my waist, toward my swollen titties. I trembled. My shortie skirt was back along my thighs; I didn't bother with it. The feel of his hand on my breast was delicious. Some wine and a couple of dances and I was ready to commit adultery.
It was more than that, though. A promise of a good virile screwing, if things worked out properly. I had been denied and denied. It was awful.
In seconds Ed had my blouse unbuttoned, his hand inside, on my achy breasts, my thin bra seeming nonexistent. My nipples burned; I felt them stiffen under his sure caresses.
"Damn!" he whispered.
I couldn't help what I did next; I reached over in the dark, as Sally, taking the rear exit from the parking lot, picked the unlighted street behind the tavern, and pressed my fingers on Ed's crotch. His prick was about to burst out of his pants.
Sugary tremors warmed my whole being. I could tell already Ed was larger than John-and ohhh, how I needed it.
It hurt me some, watching John close to Sally, as she drove slowly, taking a back road home. But in moments I wasn't watching the front seat. Ed had his tongue in my mouth, and my bra halfway open. And why had I chosen one that unhooked in front? Don't be silly!
He kissed hungrily, with strength and vigor. His hand on my titties made them sting and throb. I pressed the outline of his prick; my thighs spread almost involuntarily. The thrill of having someone new made things all the hotter. If he reached his hand under my skirt and fondled my pussy I knew I'd have a come. The hunger was in me, strong and sharp. My nipples were simply on fire!
Sally said something that demanded an answer, and our kiss ended. But he kept his hand inside my blouse, on my bare, tender mounds. Ed replied and then he murmured in my ear.
"I have to have you, sugar."
I couldn't answer, but I pressed his cock, wishing he would take it out of his trousers. He trembled.
Sally drove slowly; we were on a gravel road at the edge of town. She was surely taking quite a detour! The way John was sitting, I felt positive he had Sally's blouse open, and probably her bra, too. Well, John liked titties.
Suddenly Ed's hand left my breasts and he unzipped his trousers. Sally was driving out into the country! It was a river road, below the city. Big clumps of willow and cottonwood trees lined the road. Obviously, she was looking for a place to park.
I could barely see Ed's prick, but he put my hand on it, and a wave of erotic dizziness possessed me. Talk about wanting it; I was frantic!
Then his hand did go under my shortie skirt, in between my opened thighs. I nearly gasped out loud. He reached my panties and began sliding them down. I rose up and helped him. In seconds they were slipping down my legs, and were on the floor of the back seat. He moaned as he claimed my cunt, pressing it. I hunched on his fingers and played my fingers along his big, rigid prick.
"Sit in my lap, baby," he whispered.
He wanted it in. And so did I! What would John and
Sally think? But as he played with my wet pussy, teasing his finger along the slit, I didn't care about anything. I was so close to a climax I just had to do it.
I rose up, facing the front, and he lifted my skirt in back. I felt his big shaft press on my naked thighs, close to my cunt, and I could hardly wait!
With his right hand he guided the swollen head between the expanded lips of my twat. I shook all over. I came down slowly, the thrills so intense, the heat so delectable, I had to bite my lips to keep from shouting.
I had a big wand in my box, at last! Ohhhh, it was heavenly. Two years of waiting and hoping, and now my neighbor was filling my cunt with vibrant flesh.
I braced my hands on the front seat, and went up and down. Ohhh, my God! I was starting to come! I felt Ed's cock swell, heard his harsh breathing, and I knew he was getting there, too. He hunched, going way ' up inside me, and suddenly the sweet, hot vibrations of my pussy burst into a storm. The ecstatic tightening of my cunt were the sweetest and wildest I had ever known.
He poked again, and then he was supering into my box, spurting his juice, gripping me tightly as our members jerked and spasmed, and my starved depths were finally laved with the virile blast they had needed so badly.
Sally pulled off the road, into a turnout, and cut the lights. She and John began necking furiously.
I rested in Ed's lap, faint with relief, my box still shivering. Things were getting kind of messy, though, and as much as I hated to, I lifted away and sank down in the seat at his left. He handed me his handkerchief.
I held it between my legs to catch his come, and we cuddled close, his hand again on my titties, fondling, squeezing.
"Ohhh, that was wonderful, Ed!" I whispered in his ear.
"Terrific!" he whispered back.
"You kids mind if we take a stroll down by the river?" Sally asked, without glancing into the rear seat. "Go ahead," Ed answered.
Sally giggled. She opened the front door, the dome light came on. Thankfully my skirt was over my legs, and Ed's pecker wasn't in sight. His hand was inside my gaping blouse, however. John left the car with only a glance at me, and then they were walking away, down a bank, toward the river and a knot of trees standing there. Sally had a blanket under her arm. Trust her to think of everything!
"Now, we can have some real fun!" Ed murmured, taking my eager mouth. He played with my boobies and stroked his tongue deep. I found his prick again. He was stiff! Sally hadn't lied. It was wonderful to know that I was desirable enough to keep him hard. I sank back in the seat, and found another blanket. He rested my head on it, spread my blouse wide open, hiked my skirt way back.
I heard the snick of his belt buckle coming apart, then his trousers were down, his shorts down. He was breathing fast again. So was I. My wet cunt was all ready for him.
He lowered himself between my outspread thighs, and his big cock went sliding in so naturally and sweetly, I had to moan. Ohhhh, it was just too much! I could hardly believe my good fortune. With my rump on the edge of the seat, he found the right position and began to take me. I met his strokes, eagerly. The car shook slightly.
Ohhh, he was so long and big and hot! His lips fastened on one of my nipples, and rapture whirled through my body. I panted and strained.
"Have it, baby!" he panted. "I'll go with you next time."
"Ohhh, yes!" I cried.
I gripped him with my thighs, arched my breasts higher and then the heaven hit me, hard little beats of joy. I was exploding all over the place; I was coming and coming and coming! I shouted. I simply had to.
When the rich shivers faded a little he rested on me still buried deep, and the sweet balm of relief that claimed me was something I had been denied for over two long, agonizing years. To be finally pinned, screwed the way a robust girl liked to be screwed, was simply divine.
Slowly he began to hunch. I widened even mo-e, giving him everything I had to offer. The slap, slap of his balls on my tender vestibule, the sensation of his big knob way up in my cunt, the shivers of response that ran along my vagina, almost made me swoon.
He took his time. He went way out, then way in. He gave me short, sweet jabs, and then very long, hard ones. God, did he know how to screw! I was wishing I could see his big prick sliding in and out of my twat, the twat that had been starved for it so long.
The golden moments ticked by. I was sweating, but I didn't care. His shirt was open and when he pushed his hard chest on my titties and poked his tongue away into my mouth, I drank it in as a girl would who had been walking on a desert all day and had finally found a fresh, green oasis.
He started going faster, breathing harder. My passion rose with his. The strokes came harder, filling the quivery depths of my cunt. The erotic tension climbed.
"Now!" he cried. "Now, honey."
"Ohhhhhh ... yes!" I moaned.
He slammed me, almost pushing me into a cramp. But I slammed him right back. My pussy telegraphed my joy. It began to throb and convulse, and we finished in a wild burst of thrashing legs, flying rumps and panting moans. My whole pelvis erupted, and right when the jerks of delight were the sweetest, I felt the gush of his juice. His cry of completion, as his prick throbbed out its load of come, was the sweetest music I had heard in many a year. My gun went bang, bang, bang, my breasts heaved, and then I was floating into a dreamy state of total bliss, where my starved nerves were finally rid of their goad, where my body was alive to every tiny nuance of sexual fulfillment.
When we finally pulled away and found a box of tissues, he still wasn't entirely soft. I slumped back in the seat. I was pleasantly and joyfully pooped.
He pulled his shorts up and then his trousers. He left his shirt open. He found a cigarette and lit it.
"You're one hell of a girl, Diane."
I giggled. I felt so good about everything. "You're quite a man."
"Sorry if I wrinkled your clothes."
"Oh, I don't care!" I assured him.
"Wonder how Sally and John are doing?"
I snuggled up to Ed. "I don't care, now. Do you?"
"Hell, no!"
But already the pangs of guilt were starting. Now that my fever was spent, my deep yearnings satisfied, I could see things as they really were. A cheating wife. Twenty minutes with him in the back seat and he had his prick in my cunt. I was a slut. The wine fumes were evaporating.
"Next time we'll get in a bed and be comfortable," he said, putting out his smoke. He coasted his hand under my skirt and let it rest on my naked thigh.
"Will there be a next time, Ed?"
"Don't go prim on me now, Diane. We need each other."
I melted against him. "I know ... but it's wrong."
"Well, don't be so serious about it. Just keep it light and nobody will get hurt."
His hand crept up to my pussy, and he cupped it firmly. "If they don't hurry up..."
I giggled. Sure, keep it on the fun level. Don't think about consequences.
Suddenly the breeze from the river carried a shrill, plaintive feminine cry. We both knew what it meant. Sally had had her orgasm. I wondered just how John had brought it about.
"Sounds like they're doing all right," Ed chuckled.
I felt just a little sick inside.
Sally drove into the Upton driveway, between our houses, and looked back at me.
"You kids are coming in for a nightcap, aren't you?"
"Sure they are," Ed answered, confidently. "The evening's young yet."
I noticed John wasn't objecting. My conscience was bothering me, but on the drive into town I had let Ed fondle my legs and kiss me. His trousers were sticking up again. He wanted more! And I have to admit that I did, too. How easy I had been! A real pushover.
Once inside, Sally asked Ed to get out more wine, and we gals went to the bathroom. Sally locked the door and slipped her arm around my waist.
"Have fun, honey?" she asked, giggling.
I had gone this far-so why not go the rest? "I guess I helped you out."
She laughed. "I could tell Ed was very pleased. You don't know what this means to me-taking the pressure off at home!"
I was almost certain she had lied to me about that part of it. She had used her story as an excuse to swap.
"You had some fun, too, didn't you?" I asked.
"Keen! Boy, does he like to play around. I almost died, waiting."
The big question was uppermost in my mind. I just had to know. "Did he ... put it in?"
"Well ... right at the last, when I was ... you know, going off!"
A wave of fierce envy hit me. He could enter Sally without going soft-but not me! My emotions must have showed, but I tried to cover them as best I could.
"Do you ... like it, that way?" I asked.
"Ohhh, you know it. I wish Ed would do that, just play around and tease me and then give it to me right at the finish."
I trembled. There had to be something drastically wrong with me! Sally had gotten his prick on their first date. It wasn't fair. Of course, she could be lying, but her exuberance was quite definite.
She was pretty and leggy and sexy, and I was kind of quiet and hefty, and not glamorous.
She looked at me closely. "Don't start going backward now, honey. You like the way Ed does it and I like John. Think of all the fun we can have!"
"But I thought two or three times a week was your limit," I reminded her.
She giggled. "Well, a new rooster makes a big difference, honey." She held her hands up to her blouse, where her titties poked out. I could see that she hadn't put her bra back on. "Boy, did he give these a smooth working over!"
"Yes, he's pretty good-at that," I said, lamely. She laughed. "Don't be a kill-joy, now. Perk up! Maybe the boys will feel like some more fun."