Chapter 4

AFTER FRESHENING UP, BRUSHING OUR hair and getting our clothes straightened out a bit, we joined the boys in the living room. I had been talked into taking my bra off, so that just my blouse covered my titties. The effect was much more startling on me than on Sally because I stuck out so far!

At that moment the sound of a car stopping out front rather surprised everyone. I was just starting to accept the glass of wine Ed had poured, and his eyes were feasting on my almost-exposed titties.

"Who the hell can that be," he said, annoyed.

Easy enough to tell that he thought he would get me again. And Sally was swinging her neat bottom around in front of John. Her mini-skirt seemed shorter than ever. A little more wine, a little more time and who knew what would happen!

The sound of the car door slamming seemed very loud. Ed put his glass down and walked to the door. He jerked it open just as someone came up on the porch.

"Oh," a feminine voice said. "I've had car trouble, and I saw your lights."

Ed's manner changed instantly. I looked over his shoulder and saw a very striking, tall blonde. She wore a snug jersey and very tight pants; she looked around twenty-four or so.. Her light pink outfit molded a figure that even put Sally's to shame. She was simply beautiful in every respect. Long legs, narrow waist and jutty bosom. Her hair was perfection.

"Be glad to help if I can!" Ed said.

"I wish you could," she said, hopefully. "I live down the street a few blocks, but I hate to leave my car here all night. It just ... stopped," she finished, helplessly.

"Come on, John, let's take a look," Ed said. "Miss, you go on in and join the girls. They'll introduce themselves." He flashed her a wide grin. "I'm Ed and this is John. Be right back."

The girl smiled and nodded, then turned to Sally and me. "I'm Terri Moser," she said. "Have one of those apartments down the street. I think I've seen both of you gals around town. I'm fairly new; I work for Jim Weed, the attorney."

"Oh, sure," Sally replied. "Sit down and have a glass of wine."

"Love to," she said, brightly. Her eyes met mine, and something happened that had never happened before; a kind of secret signal that I think even Sally missed. It said, you're a sweet, adorable creature. I felt a sharp thrill. But I busied myself with my glass to cover up. No girl had ever affected me quite this way. I knew instantly she wanted me.

I was shivering inside; I thought her the most beautiful person I had ever seen.

"I saw you four at The Barn," she mentioned, later. "I was up at the bar, alone."

"You could latch onto a date easy, honey," Sally laughed.

The boys came back into the house. "You're almost out of gas," Ed said. "No wonder your car stopped. We parked it up close; I don't think anybody will bother it. One of us can drive you home ... later, I hope!"

"I think I'm interrupting a party," Terri said, smiling. She had noted the absence of bras on Sally and me.

"Don't rush away," John said.

She stood up lithely, gracefully. She had finished her wine. "Oh, I don't want to butt in, really. Now, who's going to be generous enough to drive me home?"

I found my tongue, at last. "I will," I said.

The rest of them seemed a bit startled. The boys, especially. I finished quickly, "Our car's right next door."

"That's very nice of you, Diane. Let's go." I could tell she was pleased, and I certainly was. "Oh, hell!" Ed complained.

Terri laughed, giving him a warm smile. "Maybe I can dig up a date and we'll all have a party soon. "Okay?"

"Swell idea!" Sally exclaimed. The boys were mollified. They were really ogling her ripely curved chassis.

"Do blondes have more fun?" Ed quipped.

"This one does," she answered, winking.

In a moment I was following her out the door. I pointed at our car, just across a strip of lawn and we walked toward it.

"This is really thoughtful of you, honey," Terri murmured, now walking beside me. "It's just a few blocks, and then you can hurry back to your party."

I was fluttery with a strange new excitement. Sally had hinted around about a Lesbian relationship, and perhaps it could develop, but with Terri I knew I wanted to. Was there something wrong with me; was I really that way? Was this why John didn't take me the way a girl should be taken? But Ed found me desirable; my climaxes with him had been delish!

I had the car. key in my purse, and we got in the front seat immediately. Her lilac perfume tingled in my nostrils. I was so nervous I could hardly get the car in motion.

Before I was out of the driveway, Terri slid over close and whispered in my ear, "You're a very sweet chick, Diane. I saw you at the tavern. I let my car run out of gas on purpose, just so I could meet you."

"You're awful!" I protested.

"Oh, the others don't suspect. . . but we know, don't we?"

I shivered. "I guess we do, Terri."

I drove slowly. She kissed me below the ear, and her hand came up to my titties. I wanted it there! My nipples were already tumescent. What a day! I had finally coaxed a big prick into my cunt, and here I was wanting a Lesbian's touches, too. Was I that starved for sex?

"You're so beautiful," I said.

"Honey, if I am for you, I'm very glad of it!" She opened my blouse. "You have such delicious titties!"

"I'll have to hurry back," I said, trembling.

"I know. I'll call you Monday, okay? I just know we can have a wonderful time together."

I stopped in front of the apartment she indicated. I turned out the lights. We melted together, our mouths colliding. I felt her shiver; her tongue wiggled into my mouth, and the sparks just flew. Her touches on my tender nipples sent stings of need coursing through my body.

I hated it when she drew away, but our time now was very limited. Her hand went under my shortie skirt, briefly. She patted me and whispered. "I can hardly wait, honey."

I watched her move away from the car, and my pussy, where she had touched me, burned with sweet anticipation. I knew it was totally wrong, but I couldn't help it. She had spotted me at The Barn. She wanted me. Maybe now, between Terri and John, I could get enough thrills to satisfy my robust yearnings.

I drove quickly back home, parked the car, and joined the others. Sally gave me a rather inquiring glance, but the boys hadn't spotted a thing. Odd, that is. They were still talking about her sexy appearance. A girl with her class could grab about any man she wanted. But she had chosen me!

The wine tasted good. So many things had happened. Sally had the lights down very low, and she and John were dancing again. Their stereo played slow, dreamy music. Ed drew me up on my feet and we were close again, much closer than on the dance floor.

I was really wondering now about John. He had made it with me Thursday night and again tonight, according to Sally. Could he really do it again? He must have a girl friend, I thought. Or was I so lacking in appeal I could only arouse him once or twice a week?

I watched Sally wrapping herself around him, nudging her hips to his loins, and suddenly I found myself not caring. Not tonight, anyway. I was turning into a hussy.

Ed steered me into a very dark corner of the living room, and fastened his mouth on mine. His right hand opened my blouse, claiming my itchy titties. I knew right away I could climax again-and maybe again. Ed was stiff. I reached boldly down and unzipped his fly.

No shorts. His big pecker was instantly out of my hand.

I heard a door close. Sally and John had obviously slipped into a bedroom. The Uptons had two, of course, as John and I did.

"Man, oh man!" Ed breathed, squeezing my breasts. "They've retired, baby. Let's take the other bedroom."

I nodded, shivering. Full swap. I needed that hot thing of his; my cunt was on fire.

We slipped through the living room and entered the master bedroom. Sally and John were the "guests." He turned on a small lamp at the head of the bed and cut the overhead lights. He undressed swiftly, watching me as I undid my skirt and let it drop. My blouse was already halfway off, anyway.

Now I could see him better, especially his big cock, brown and angled out from his loins. Naked, he came over and helped me out of my panties. I was all wet again, but Terri had been responsible for some of that.

"This is almost too good to be true, baby," he muttered, guiding me to the bed. I stretched out on it, spreading my thighs. He stared at my pussy, his dark eyes flared with passion. I saw drops of moisture on the pink head of his prick and I shivered. The head of the glans peeped out from the stretched foreskin.

Immediately he climbed above me, his pecker aimed at my cunt. Panting already, I curved my rump up, wanting that sweet hot first plunge into my cove.

A noise interrupted. I heard Sally's loud voice, touched with anger. Swift footfalls.

Ed cursed and left the saddle I had made for him.

"What the hell's going on?" he yelled, his prick going down.

I had never been so wildly disappointed! Ed strode to the bedroom door and opened it. He looked through.

"Party's over!" I heard Sally remark dryly. "John's had too much wine!" Wouldn't you know? John couldn't take it.

I dressed as quickly as possible, my passion fading, leaving a hurting ache in my pelvic region. Oh, how I needed more of Ed's shaft!

"Sorry, baby," Ed whispered as I left the bedroom.

John stood by the front door, weaving slightly. Was he really that drunk?

"Come on," I said, noting that Sally wasn't in sight now. She was probably naked, and didn't want to show herself. John nodded and we went out the front door. I was furious with him. We went across the dark lawn in silence. As soon as we were home he marched straight to the bedroom and closed the door. I heard him collapse on the bed. I sank down on the sofa, hands clenched.

I looked down at myself, my mini-skirt hiked back along my rounded thighs, my titties straining at the blouse. Oh, damn him for cheating me out of another round of fun! All ready to receive Ed's prick and then the awful interruption!

Well, I knew what it was like, at least. The memory of it, having his prick slide in and out of my cunt, was bright in my thoughts. And then, suddenly, I remembered my vibrator. I knew I couldn't sleep in this aroused condition. Sure, I had had a nice evening, but I wasn't satisfied. Almost ready to get screwed again, and...

I wondered if Ed and Sally would finish with each other. I certainly couldn't with John.

Sally had acted quite upset about his failure. Maybe there would be no more swapping. Anyway, I had "helped her out."

My curiosity grew. Could Ed really have climaxed again? He was all stiff and big, ready to push it into me. Ohhh, I hated Sally for interrupting right at that moment.

I stood up and walked through the kitchen, to the back door. A light burned in the Upton bedroom. They would have the window raised, in this weather. I might not be able to see-but couldn't I listen?

A thrill ran up my legs, to my pussy. I could always come back home and use my dildo.

I slipped out into the cool darkness. The grass between the two houses would make my approach silent. I had never peeked on anything; it wasn't a nice thing to do, but my suspicions about Sally were growing.

Now that I was sobering, I found my emotions about Ed rather mixed. I didn't have any overpowering crush on him. He was handsome and appealing, he knew how to handle his prick, and I wanted more of it. However, I found I still cared for John; the idea of divorce had less attraction. If I could satisfy myself with Ed and Terri, there would be no reason for a messy court action.

I walked quietly up to the bedroom window, and what do you know? The drapes weren't quite together, and the window was raised. I felt a sharp thrill. Dropping below the level of the window, I rose up slowly. Their voices were already quite clear.

". . . couldn't get hard again, huh?" Ed was saying.

He lay on the bed, facing upward, still naked. The impression I had made in the counterpane still was visible. Sally stood beside the bed, also nude. She was weaving her hips around, smiling down at her hubby. I had never seen her pussy; her swatch was very black and thick. Her titties were pointy, the nipples swollen. She made a very pretty sight; but she couldn't match

Terri for sheer beauty. Of course, I hadn't seen the blonde naked, but her ensemble left little to the imagination.

"One shot is his limit, I guess!" Sally laughed.

My cheeks turned hot. "You need one, eh?" Ed chuckled.

"You know it, honey. He's not bad on the playing around stuff."

Did they talk this way all the time? John and I certainly didn't. Evidently we were pretty square.

"I heard your yell, down by the river," Ed laughed.

Sally giggled, moving closer, and his hand touched her cunt. His prick was rising-again! "That was a pretty good one," she said. "But you know something, honey? He doesn't like to put it in."

"What?"

"Not with me, anyway. I don't think he does with Diane, either."

"Jesus Christ!" Ed said, tickling Sally's pussy. She moved her hips nearer, spreading her thighs. "What'd he do? Go down on you?"

Sally laughed. "No. I was kind of wishing he would. No, he tickled me to a peak and then he started to get it in and went off all over my belly."

I shivered, my ears burning. So Sally had lied about John putting it in.

"Well, no wonder Diane was hot for it," Ed said, amazement in his voice.

"I noticed you had it in her before I even parked the car!" Sally laughed.

How could they discuss things like this? I felt like a country bumpkin. John and I were so sneaky about the whole thing.

"Did she have a good one?" Sally continued.

"Several. Bang, bang!"

I could have dropped through the ground. At the same time, their talk was stimulating me.

"I figured she was pretty hungry for a good screwing," Sally giggled.

"Mind if I get more of it?" he asked, banteringly.

"Well, we could swap again, I suppose, Maybe I could show John a few things "

Sally's rump was moving back and forth on Ed's finger, which I could see was in her cunt. I was burning.

Suddenly she leaned down and took his prick in her hand. She held it straight up and lowered her lips toward the head. She drew the foreskin back, revealing the swelling red knob, and with a small giggle, she pushed her lips way out and took the head into her mouth. Sweet shivers circled around my cunt. What a sight!

"Hey, you're good, baby!" Ed said, hunching up further. He was still caressing her pussy.

Her mouth opened wide and I could see her tongue tip dancing and flirting with the pink knob. Ohhh, how I wanted to try that.

She lifted her mouth. "Can you make it again? For your sexy wife, honey?" she cooed.

"I think so," he answered, his breathing irregular.

She hunched her bottom a few more times, released his cock, which was now fully stiff, and then his hand left her twat. She crawled on the bed, above him. She was going to top-ride, something I never had had the nerve to suggest. But how could I when John didn't put it in me?"

I think I was more aroused than Sally. I couldn't help sliding my hand under my skirt. I hadn't put my panties back on, and my pussy was all bare and moist. Sally was going to get what I had missed-his last come, if he could make it. The final spurts that would end a wild evening. And if she had gone off only once, with John, she would surely be able, despite all her sweet talk about her limitations.

The lying little bitch, I thought. She just wanted a crack at my hubby, and she sure found him out. I was relieved to know that he hadn't functioned any better with her than with me.

Ohhh, how I craved to be in Sally's place, bringing my hot cunt down against his cock, worming my puss around it. Shudders ran through my body. My titties ached. If I watched the rest, I knew I would go off. And if I cried out!

But I had to stay there. I had to see the rest. I was rooted to the spot. A tall shrub hid me from the street. Unless I made a noise, no one would ever know. Maybe I could use a lesson in top-riding!

The way the bed was placed in relation to the window I couldn't witness the connection, but the tensing of his shoulder muscles and the curve of her rump told me he was starting up into her snatch.

"Ohhhh!" she breathed.

I pressed my cunt, feeling my passion climb.

Her knees braced just so, her body arched at a right angle, she began going up and down. His hands caressed her slender figure, her titties. She began rotating her ass, with his cock about halfway in, making wide sweeps, then pausing, to finish in a flurry of short ups and downs.

"Terrific, baby!" he murmured.

She rested, panting. I was wishing I had a behind or in front view, so I could see his prick buried in her cunt, but this was almost as graphic.

"like it when I tighten on it?" she asked, teasingly.

"Fine!"

She was constricting the muscles of her pussy around his shaft. The play of her long legs, the slight hunching action, the moan that came from his lips, attested to her skill.

Just wait till I get astride him, I thought, shivering. I'd probably go off two or three times...

Pretty soon she was bobbing her rump again. She swung her torso, her whole body, forward, riding high, while he kissed her nipples. I was faint with longing. I could hardly bear the suspense.

I don't know how long I crouched there, watching, listening. She was turning more abandoned in her movements. Now and then I could hear the slap, slap of their hips coming together; they were breathing faster, the bed creaked.

She leaned down and sucked his nipples; he ran his hand across her rump, then in between her thighs, right where they joined. He was evidently tickling her clitoris because she shivered visibly, and her breathing quickened.

At last, she started long, high strokes.

"About ready, honey?" she panted.

"Yeah, baby!" he cried.

"Ohhh ... me ... too!" she gasped.

I was dizzy, my legs were turning to water; my cunt was all drippy. I had never witnessed anything so sexy. She went faster, faster. His hips curved upward. A pained expression twisted his handsome face.

"Come to me, honey!" Sally cried, feverishly. "Shoot it to me. Give me your wad!"

Her ass just flew. The bed shimmied. Her mouth fell open, her head drew back. Another swift flurry of bounces and she cried out.

"Ohhh ... God ... here I go!"

He moaned very loudly, his hand dug into her titties, and then I could see the flex of their bodies as the climax hit them. She quaked all over, he drove widly upward and then she flattened on him, still hunching.

My nerves burst; I toppled backward on the grass as my own orgasm jerked and twisted my body, shooting waves of heaven through my loins, my breasts. I clamped my mouth tightly so I wouldn't yell. I surely wanted to. I was having a furious come. I was an animal, writhing on the ground and even before the exquisite tremors faded, much too soon, leaving a dull ache, I was horribly ashamed. Tears sprang into my eyes. I lay there panting and hating myself. I crawled away, hearing Sally's pleased, intimate giggles, his answering chuckle.

I should have gotten that last load of his, I kept thinking. My pussy should have convulsed around his cock.

When I staggered into the kitchen, I was a mess. My skirt was all grass-stained, my hands were wet with my juices and water from the damp lawn.

He got his gun off three times in one night, I thought, wonderingly. Sure, that last one took a long time, but he made it and Sally made it. Ohhh, why can't I have a man like that?

At about ten o'clock the next morning, as I looked gloomily out of the kitchen window, hardly touching my coffee, I saw Sally leave her back door and walk toward our house. I wasn't sure that I could face her.

John had gone to work at nine; Saturdays were busy at the drug store. He wouldn't be home until about three. He always fixed his own breakfast on this day, and I had been very glad of it, this time. What would we say to each other about the swap? Would things ever be the same again? Before, I had always trusted him. I wouldn't any more. And he would have no reason to trust me, either.

Physically, I was satisfied, but my thoughts were messy. Too much had happened in one evening. Half full of wine and sex-hungry, I had even succumbed to another girl's advances; I had told Terri I wanted her. And I didn't know beans about how to go about it. Generally I'm rather cheerful and optimistic, but that day I felt awful.

Sally rapped at the back door screen and came breezily in, smiling, attractive. She wore revealing red shorts and a halter. I had on a rather modest robe, over my nightie.

"Well, what's the matter, honey?" Sally asked, gliding gracefully into a chair. "Didn't we all have fun."

"I guess so," I said, dully.

"Conscience pains, huh?" she smiled. "I'm sorry I got upset with John. You apologize for me, will you?" I nodded. "like some coffee."

"Natch."

I found a mug and poured her brew. She glanced at my opened robe, which had fallen apart as I leaned down to fill the mug.

"Ed give those big things of yours a good time?" she giggled.

I couldn't stay gloomy with her. It was done; I couldn't go back and change it. I should be thanking her for loaning me her hubby!

"Well, of course!" I answered, flushing.

"There, that's better," she smiled. "Ed is very tickled about the whole thing. He said you're a hot partner."

"He's quite a man," I admitted, winking. "But what about ... John?"

Sally giggled. "Oh, we did pretty good, until he drank too much. I think he'll improve!" Her voice changed, subtly. "Didn't he get around much before you two married?"

"I guess not," I said. She knew my secret, of course.

She leaned forward. "Does he always not ... you know, put it in?"

Oh, how I hated to admit the truth. "He ... just seems to like it, that way."

"Why, you poor thing! But cheer up! I think I can help you."

"I wish somebody would!" I said, some of my resentment showing. Might as well call a spade a spade.

We drank coffee for a moment, and I realized that our conversation was again stimulating me. Even after the previous night's excitements.

"Don't you two ever, you know, do it ... oral?" Sally asked, finally.

"N-nooo," I said, blushing.

Sally shook her head. "Ed isn't too much that way, but he doesn't mind if I do it, sometimes."

"I. . . never have," I said.

"Good lord!" She put her cup down and patted my hand. "Anyway, you have a lot to look forward to!"

Her calm acceptance of swapping continued to bother me. Not a word about wrongness, feelings of guilt. When I didn't say anything in reply, she went on.

"Why don't we have another party next weekend, honey? Maybe a picnic or something, out in the woods."

"If John will," I said.

"Good. You leave that to me! And look, honey-if Ed happens to call you or something, it's okay with me. I'll be pooped for a few days, and I know him. Tomorrow he'll have another big hard-on."

I shivered. And by tomorrow I'd be itchy again, too.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Honey, I asked you to help me out, didn't I?"

Fidelity? What was that word, anyway? We were living in the pill generation. Have fun. The world might blow up with atomic bombs any day.