Chapter 1
"YOU'VE BEEN HERE FIVE MINUTES, AND you haven't spoken that many words," Madge Thornton said.
Rod Sherman lifted his eyes from the lovely woman's bare legs. One long, shapely leg was crossed over the other, swinging rhythmically, the white spike-heeled shoes dangling on her toes. Her full lips were parted in a smile, showing perfect white teeth, and her green eyes were sparkling. Her auburn hair was cut short in the latest style, like his wife's blonde hair, but her features weren't as pretty as Linda's.
"I've been waiting for you to do the talking," he said, grinning, wondering if he should get up from the easy chair and let her see that he already had an erection. "Tony told me to drop by this afternoon. He said he'd talked it over with you."
"You still haven't discussed it with your beautiful young wife, Rod?"
"No. I agreed to bring her here and let Tony work on her, but it's to be done without my telling her anything. I can't make any promises. That's what I told Tony. He said to let him worry about that."
"My husband sometimes has a tendency to be overly confident," Madge said, uncrossing her legs. She stood up from the couch. "However, if he's willing to gamble..."
As her words trailed off, Rod got to his feet. Her eyes dropped to the bulge his straining pecker was making in his gray slacks. Her tongue came out and licked at her full lips, leaving them glistening with moisture.
"I've been letting you do the leading mostly because Tony is gambling, Mrs. Thornton. Another reason, of course, is because walking in cold like this, even with your husband's permission, isn't exactly the best way to-"
"You don't look so cold," she interrupted, lifting her gleaming green eyes to his. She laughed softly, then, "I think that under these circumstances you'd better call me Madge, don't you?"
"All right," he said. "Now what do we do, Madge? Or maybe I should've asked where."
She sobered. "Since we seem to have managed to turn this into something akin to a commercial venture, it'd be silly to rush into each other's arms now. Give me five minutes. You may leave your clothes here. I'll be in the first bedroom on the left."
Her eyes flicked down to his thrusting hardness again. Then she turned and hurried across the living room. Her ass jiggled under the light-weight blue frock. She didn't look back before entering what appeared to be a hallway.
Rod slipped out of his sport jacket, then sat down and removed his shoes and socks. The soft carpet felt good to his feet. He should have taken command of the situation and screwed her right there, he thought. He glanced at his wrist watch. He'd wait six minutes. He chuckled under his breath. That should show her that he was just as cool and calm as she seemed to be-or help to make it appear that way.
He glanced around the large room-expensive furniture, in a brick house that had to list at fifty grand. It probably wasn't paid for, though. Not judging by the way his boss was always poor-mouthing. Maybe Madge kept him broke. She looked like she'd be an expensive bitch. He'd soon find out if she was as hot as she looked. Aside from her eyes, she sure as hell didn't act very sexy.
Standing again, he removed his tie and white shirt. He saw that two minutes had passed. He'd lost most of his erection. But it'd come back. For a second bout, even, if she wanted it. And for a third, if she proved willing to give it some help. He dropped his slacks and shorts. Maybe she'd use her mouth.
His penis began to lift again. Any way would have been okay with him right then. He hadn't had a piece of ass in three or four days. Linda had been having her period, and he hadn't been able to score with any of the female customers. Since he'd started working for Tony, he'd made it with an average of about one eager gal a week. That'd make eight or nine, now. And he'd managed to sell used cars to five of them.
One had been a beast. He'd unloaded a junker on her, but it was what she wanted-and what she deserved. The car had been so old it had a right to be worn-out. The woman herself had been well under forty. Hot-looking stuff, really. But her hole had been so big, so damned sloppy, that he'd had to concentrate like hell. As well as having to hump and pump like crazy to cause enough friction to get his gun. She'd made it twice, so she'd said. He hadn't been able to feel anything.
But he'd usually been luckier. He could count on one hand the number of disappointing pieces he'd had like that. All the rest had been much better, and he was already sure that Madge was going to be one of the best. A guy like Tony wouldn't have anything else around.
He folded his slacks, then put his wrist watch on an end table. Four minutes had passed. Maybe he'd better go on in. Tony's wife would probably laugh if she knew he was watching the time. She'd just meant for him to give her a chance to get undressed.
Five minutes would be gone by the time he reached her, anyhow. And if he didn't stop thinking about sloppy twats, all the stiffness would be gone from his six-and-a-half-inch prick.
The size wasn't anything to brag about, even if the tool was bigger around than the average. But he'd had enough compliments on the way he could use what he had. Not from Linda, of course. His young wife wouldn't talk about sex. And for some damn reason, he couldn't really let himself go with her.
Because she was his wife, he guessed. Something about being married seemed to ruin everything. She was always yapping about settling down and saving, having something someday. Rod was of the opinion that they were too young to worry about that, they should have their fun while they could. Hell, he was only twenty-three. He hadn't even wanted to get married.
She'd hooked him, really. Holding out on him, letting him touch but not have. He should've raped her. He'd been nuts. He'd let her drive him out of his mind, by damn. Almost before he knew it, he'd found himself married. Just to screw her. That was what it amounted to. And she hadn't been a virgin. Not that he gave a damn about that. But she'd lied.
She was a good piece, but he knew if she'd just let herself go and move more, she could make it better for them both. She was only nineteen. Maybe he just didn't have what it took to really turn her on. Married only six months, and already they acted as if they'd been married six years.
Well, it wasn't a time to be thinking about his wife.
Another man's wife was waiting for him. Madge was twenty-eight, Tony had said, and he was twenty-nine. They'd been married five years. Both had been swingers and the marriage had turned them into swinging swappers. Rod had been surprised by the blunt way Tony had talked. He still was.
His stiff shaft swaying, Rod strode across the living room and into the hallway. All that easy pussy up for grabs. Five couples in the group so far. Five men's wives he could have. Counting Madge. And all he had to do was let Linda do what he'd been doing right from the beginning-if Tony could manage to get into her pants and get her started. He didn't think he could ever get up enough nerve to bring up the subject of swapping.
The bedroom door was open. Inside was a king-size bed. Madge, dazzlingly naked, was on her back. Her tits were bigger than he'd thought, almost as big as Linda's heavy mounds. The twin beauties poked straight up in that position. The nipples were big-thicker and longer than his wife's pointed tips, and brown instead of pinkish.
The reddish-brown pubic hairs were a darker shade. The belly-button was shallow, like Linda's, and the unblemished flesh was a deep tan all over. A towel and a wash cloth were neatly folded on the headboard.
He felt that he'd gone about the whole thing in the wrong way. They should've at least kissed and necked before getting naked.
"We have a high fence around the patio, and I sunbathe in the nude," Madge informed him.
He stopped beside the bed and met her glittering green eyes. "That answers that question," he said.
Her gaze returned to his thrusting tool. "I like the answer to one of the questions I had in my mind," she said, parting her legs. "Now climb on and show me how you can use that rod, Rod."
"I wish I could say that was the first time I'd heard that," he said, staring at her exposed snatch, the outer lips with the pink slit between them. "This is so much like a commercial venture that I just might forget and offer to pay. With money instead of my wife, I mean."
"For some reason or other we just got off to a bad start," she said. "Maybe because I don't really like the idea of tricking your sweet young wife."
He climbed onto the bed. He couldn't say that he liked the idea, either. But it'd still be up to Linda. It wasn't as if she'd be raped. There'd just be a few drinks, then Tony would go to a bedroom with Linda. He'd promised not to use force. "Now what are you waiting for?" He'd pushed in between the warm, sleek thighs. Her guiding fingers were smooth and strangely cool. He pulled back and sat on his haunches. There was a faint smile on her full lips, and what seemed to be mockery in her eyes.
"This is no good," he said. "It's too much like getting ready to screw a whore. A cold-assed whore, at that."
"Then heat me up," she whispered. She laughed low in her throat, then said, "I'm not cold, you can bet your poking prick on that. But I'll admit I've let myself become spoiled by sexually sophisticated men like Tony."
He leaned forward and grabbed both of her up-thrusting tits. He squeezed, feeling the big nipples stiffening against his palms. She winced, but she didn't protest. He pinched the thick tips, then rolled them around between his thumbs and forefingers.
A little gasp escaped from between her parted lips. He popped a turgid nipple into his mouth and sucked on the hard flesh, liking the smoothness, liking the eager way she was thrusting more of the firm tit up to his greedy mouth.
Her fingers gripped his shoulders. He kissed and licked a moist trail into the delectable valley, up the other resilient mound, then tongued and sucked that elongated tip. He bit lightly with his teeth, causing her to gasp loudly and bring her fingers to his head. He tongued his way to her open mouth.
He probed deep into the moist warmth. She jabbed her tongue back at him just as passionately. He clamped down on the slippery protuberance and began to suck. Her body started to squirm. He stroked her sleek, naked torso, stopping and gripping with his fingers when he reached the softly rounded hips.
He soon stopped sucking on her tongue, but he let her break the feverish kiss. He wasn't sure that he should go down on her. His discussions with her husband hadn't gone that far. A few females he'd tongued to an orgasm had looked at him scornfully afterward. That was the main reason he hadn't tried it with Linda.
But hadn't Madge said something about Tony being sexually sophisticated? Yes. Besides, she was a swapper. She'd think he was a square if he didn't at least take a taste. Such erotic activities were an important part of being a swinger.
"I'm getting hot," she said. "Do anything you want with me, but please do it right away."
A few seconds had passed while he'd been gazing into her passion-filmed eyes. Before she'd finished her calmly whispered words, he was blazing a hot, wet trail down across her gently rounded belly. He skirted the lifting pussy, knowing that he'd done right by the way she helpfully moved her legs so that he could get at her inner thighs.
He lavished his attentions there for a full minute. He had her steaming-, squirming, but he wanted to make her beg. It still seemed as if he was sexing it up with a whore. He'd never knowingly gone down on a professional prostitute-not, he guessed, that it made all that much difference.
He was sure that he had to satisfy Madge to get a chance at the other wives. If he somehow goofed, she might tell her husband to cancel the whole deal. She was a strange one. Even though her lovely body was wriggling passionately, he sensed that mentally she was almost as aloof and detached as she'd been in the beginning.
Breaking down that aloofness was a challenge. His prick was stiffly swollen, throbbing with the need to spill his lust, but he knew that thirty seconds would be just about his limit.
Once he buried his shaft in the heat of her body there would be no stopping. He'd leave her hanging. He had to make her come with his tongue...
"Your teasing's turning into torture, damn it!"
They weren't begging words, but they were just as good. The curly hairs were already parted. He covered the soft, smooth vaginal lips with his open mouth. She moaned and surged upward. He slipped his hands around and under, grabbed her tensed butt, then exhaled.
This brought her hands to his head; her fingernails dug into his scalp. He licked, jabbed, and found her passion button. She started hunching with his stimulating caresses. It was the biggest clit he'd ever tongued. He lapped the swollen bud with abandon, enjoying himself tremendously, aware that she wanted to climax that way.
It didn't take long. He felt her go taut, then quiver as the ecstatic waves sent her hips writhing wildly. He held on tightly to her wriggling ass and kept on with his tongue-lashing until she tensed again, shuddered violently, and went limp. He pushed his head up against her clutching fingers, his throbbing cock threatening to disgorge its scalding load before he could get it buried in her juicy cunt.
But he made it. With her help. He plunged deep, mashed his wet mouth to hers, and then screwed her furiously for all of twenty seconds. He didn't even try to hold back. He just let his passion spurt, jerking and jolting to her returned thrusts, breaking the tongue-probing kiss only after the last drop had been drained. She was a damned good piece of ass, and the next time he'd show her that he was, too.
Lifting his chest from her resilient tits, he braced on his hands and arms. Her green eyes were still filmed with passion. She smiled and reached for the towel. At the right time he withdrew and flopped over on his back. She tossed the damp wash cloth onto his limp pecker. Then, holding the towel in place, she rolled over and over until she could swing her feet from the giant bed.
She stood there and laughed low in her throat. "To be continued? I hope, I hope!"
"You can bet your snapping snatch on that," he said, chuckling. "Or didn't you think I had time to notice?"
"I'm glad you aren't giving out with excuses for being fast," she said, watching as he cleaned himself. "Are you that uninhibited with Linda?"
"No. And don't ask why. I couldn't give you one real good reason. I guess it's just one of those things."
"Maybe joining our group will be good for your marriage," she said, turning and swaying toward the adjoining bathroom. "I'll only be a minute."
She wasn't gone much longer than that. When she returned, carrying a fresh towel, his dick was at attention again. He was pleased that he'd apparently qualified as a prospective member of the swapping group. A part of the reason for his renewed arousal was due to thoughts about the other-as yet unknown and unseen-wives, but the sight of Madge and his anticipation of what he was sure she'd do would've been enough to give him another hard on.
She sat down on the side of the bed, her knees turned toward his face. He moved over so that she could reach him. She looked at his stiff penis.
"I've only seen Linda a few times, Rod. She's a beautiful girl. Are you sure you won't be jealous?"
"I'm not sure of anything," he said. "I'm not even sure she'll go for the swapping idea. What if Tony doesn't score with her? What if I change my mind?"
"The answer to both questions is practically the same, Rod."
"I suppose both questions were foolish," he said. "I thought I might just be able to keep on visiting you, though."
"We've already made an exception in your case. It was Tony's idea all the way. He wants Linda so badly that he took a chance on letting you visit me without being sure he'd get anything in return."
"That sounds as if you couldn't have cared less whether I came here or not."
She put out her hand and wrapped her fingers around his thrusting cock, just below its glistening head. "Even when rules are broken, others take their place, Rod. It wouldn't be fair to Tony for me to keep on having sex with you, without him having your wife. I do hope it works out so that we can keep on seeing each other, though. It'd be disappointing if I didn't get a chance at this delightful hunk of hard flesh again."
He watched as she began sliding her fingers up and down his stiff shaft. She was in for a surprise. He'd be able to last a long time now, no matter what she did.
"Tony sure made the parties sound exciting," he said. "I've had a lot of females, but I've never had two at the same time. I've never screwed right in front of people, either-except in cars a few times, with another couple making it on the other seat. The group-sex stuff must really be way-out wild, huh?"
"Fascinatingly so," she said, darting her tongue around her full lips. "Will tomorrow evening be all right? You could bring Linda for dinner. We'll have a few drinks after we eat, shoot the breeze, and see what happens."
"I'll have her here," he said. "Will there be anybody else?"
"Just the four of us, Rod. Later, if it turns out that Linda's willing, we'll have parties that'll blow your mind."
"You just said the magic word," he said, grinning and making a few slow thrusts against her gripping fingers. "My wife doesn't put her mouth on me, either."
"It sounds more and more like a dull and boring marriage," Madge said, giving out with her little laugh. "No wonder you jumped at Tony's offer. How do you know that Linda doesn't have sex with other men?"
He'd asked himself that question a few times. "I couldn't swear that she doesn't," he said. "I think I'd be able to sense it if she did, though."
"I think we've talked enough for now," Madge said, managing to keep a grip on his poking prick as she got on the bed. Suspended over his legs, she put her weight on her knees and fondled his balls with her other hand. She met his eyes and smiled. "As a whore might say, all the way like this?"
"No," he said. "Not unless we go a third time. I haven't really had a chance to prove that I'm not like a rabbit. I've been looking forward to feeling your snapper again."
She lowered her parted lips and nicked her hot tongue against the head of his rigid cock. He lifted his butt a few inches off the mattress. She opened her mouth wide and took the swollen head in her wet, warm mouth. He lowered his ass and entangled his fingers in her silky-soft auburn hair.
She ran her tongue around his coronal ridge as she sucked. He couldn't suppress a series of little gasps, but he removed his fingers from her hair. She didn't need any encouragement. She was doing it because she really enjoyed doing it, he knew. So many females seemed to go through the motions mostly because it was expected of them.
Not this hot gal. She was trying to swallow it. Her teeth weren't scraping' or scratching, either. She knew exactly what to do to give the utmost in thrilling pleasure. It'd never felt so good before-not even the few times he'd allowed a man to do it. Maybe he should tell her to go ahead and finish him off like that. He'd have just about bet anything that she wouldn't pull away at the last moment, or choke or gag during or after draining him dry.
She stopped and lifted her face-reluctantly, it seemed to him. Her green eyes were glittering with lust. "Some other time," she said. "I hope there'll be other times. Stay on your back. I want to ride this joystick. Does Linda ever get on top?"
"No," he said. "She has to be on her back with her toes just right or some damn thing."
"Sad," Madge said, straddling him, balancing on one hand as she guided with the other. He didn't move. She lowered herself slowly, engulfing his throbbing tool inch by inch, halting and putting her other hand on the mattress beside his head with two or three inches yet to go. She twitched her inner muscles. "Your lovely young wife doesn't do that?"
He'd gasped while experiencing the wonderful sensation. His hands were at his sides, free of her lovely body, because he felt it important that he prove he was capable of restraint. Gazing into her gleaming eyes, he successfully resisted the urge to spear himself deep up into her hot, moist flesh.
"I've found few females with snappers," he said. "I imagine it takes a lot of practice." He gritted his teeth as she again clamped down and milked his hardness for a few seconds. "And a lot of determination, for that matter."
The little laugh he was beginning to expect and like came from deep within her throat. "I think you'd be an excellent addition to our sex-happy group, Rod. Let's hope your beautiful wife doesn't turn out to be too square to even consider becoming a swinging swapper. Hold on, honey!"
He didn't say anything. He just grabbed the wriggling ass of another man's wife and held on as she bounced like crazy. Nor did he give much thought to his own beautiful young wife. He'd already made up his mind about what he wanted her to do. He'd give Tony Thornton a chance; but if his boss failed, he'd have a talk with Linda himself.
When Madge finally got tired and faltered, Rod flipped her over on her back and screwed her long and blissfully. And even as he exploded spasmodically, he started looking forward to making it with the other swinging wives.