Chapter 11
THE PARTY, MADGE THOUGHT, JUST might turn out better than Tony had expected. He'd been the only one to say that there might be some serious trouble. And he'd only said that at the last minute when it had been too late to cancel it.
Madge saw that her husband was dancing with Hester. He seemed relaxed enough. The only difficult thing she'd gone through was introducing Hester and Simon. But that had worked out okay. Why shouldn't things go smoothly? After all, everybody had been told that the colored couple were going to be there.
Of course, there hadn't been any sex yet. That was the hurdle Tony had been worried about. She still didn't think there should be any reason for trouble, though. Nobody had to go with Hester and Simon. And she knew damn well they wouldn't approach anybody. They'd almost decided not to come. But there they were, being friendly to everybody, and everybody was reciprocating. If it would only continue after things got rolling.
Bert was talking to Simon. Ava was sitting with them on a couch, on the other side of Bert, silent and serious for a change. That wouldn't last long, though, she hoped. And Ava's silence was a sign that there was a certain amount of strain created by having the dark brown couple there.
Janet hadn't had much trouble getting Ned to come, or so Janet had said. That was a surprise, just as it would have been a surprise if Isabel and Kurt hadn't showed up. Those four were standing in one corner of the room, talking among themselves, and Linda and Rod were sitting together on a couch.
Linda was still sipping on her first drink, but Rod had been back for his third already, and they had only arrived about half an hour before. She was a little worried about that couple. Maybe it had been too soon to invite them to a party where anything went and usually did.
It had been less than a week, but this was the first time Madge had seen Rod since he'd made it with Linda and Ava. There had been more sex that night, but it had been without Rod and Linda. Rod had asked Linda to go home with him, and Linda had surprised everybody by going.
The next day, though, Linda had been back to see her. For sex, naturally-or unnaturally-and the darling had said that Rod had suggested that they quit swapping. Linda had said that Rod had just gotten carried away by their uninhibited love-making, though, and since they had come to the party that seemed to have been the case-unless Linda had refused to quit.
"This is such a strange party, Madge! Just how are you going to work it? With games of some kind?"
Madge, busy at the bar, mixing drinks when they were needed, and at the moment putting out potato chips for the guests to nibble on, hadn't noticed Isabel Neilson approaching.
She met the young brown-haired woman's eyes. "We'll work it just as we always do, of course. Just ask for what you want. Hell, you know what I think of the silly games some people play to pick partners."
"I guess the stalling is because of the colored couple," Isabel said, her gaze lowering to Madge's breasts. "Ned almost didn't come, and Kurt isn't too keen about me sexing it up with either one of them."
"You could have all stayed home," Madge said coolly.
A frown flickered across Isabel's pretty features. She was thirty-one, tall, had small breasts, and loved to fondle and suck on big titties. She wouldn't kiss a woman any lower, though, and she seldom let a woman go down on her.
When Isabel didn't say anything, Madge said that she was sorry for being rude, and that she guessed Simon and Hester were putting a damper on the party.
"As far as getting it started is concerned," she added, glad that Isabel had smiled understandingly.
"The same thing could be said of the other new couple," Isabel said, meeting Madge's eyes. "Janet said she hadn't had a chance to ask you about them, either."
"Rod and Linda are strictly bedroom swappers," Madge said, seeing that Ava had started dancing with Simon. "I was hoping to change that tonight. But, since Kurt and Ned aren't so keen on Simon being here, I doubt the wisdom of having an inexperienced young fellow like Rod getting his first taste of group-sex under these circumstances. With his wife included, anyhow."
Isabel had arched her eyebrows. "Inexperienced?"
"Only in group-sex, honey! He's been with two women at the same time, though. Hey, why don't you and Janet take him to a bedroom right now? That should solve one of my problems for an hour or so."
"Will Linda go with Kurt and Ned?"
"I'd bet my life on it," Madge said. "I think it would be better to get Rod to a bedroom first, though. I'm sure he'd go if the four of you breezed over together, but for some reason I can't shake the feeling that it would pay to use a little caution tonight."
Isabel finished her drink and put the glass on the bar. "I really go for new stuff, new members, but I'm always glad when everybody's had everybody, and we don't have to make such a big deal out of picking a partner. How was it with Simon?"
Smiling, Madge resisted the impulse to make a wise-crack. She could easily understand why Isabel would ask such a question. "It was a little shocking right at first, honey, but even that seemed to add to the pleasure. He's gentle, long-lasting, and I'm sure that you'll go back for seconds."
Her face flushing, Isabel turned and hurried away. Madge mixed a fresh drink and then watched while Isabel talked to her husband and the Parkers. Kurt wasn't much taller than his wife. He was thirty-two, had light blue eyes and dark hair, and he couldn't last very long before exploding, but he made up for that by being able to explode two or three times without losing his hardness.
Janet and Ned were both thirty-three, both were five-five, and both had dark hair and dark eyes. They claimed that the only reason they swapped was because Ned couldn't take care of Janet. Ned always lasted a long time with the other wives, though, and was always ready to screw. Janet claimed that she didn't really like to go down on females, but after a few hours she could usually be found with her face buried between any available female thighs.
Isabel and Janet swayed their lovely butts over to Rod and Linda. It was too far for Madge to hear. Rod seemed to hesitate, then got up and followed the hurrying women. Those three had just disappeared into the hallway when Kurt and Ned hurried over to the couch. Linda smiled, got to her feet, and swayed her lovely butt out of the room between the two men. Madge finished her drink, put the glass on the bar, and went over and sat down beside Bert.
"I'm not sure I handled a damn thing right," she said, watching as Tony flopped down into an easy chair and pulled Hester down on his lap. She wondered if Rod would kiss Hester like Tony was so passionately doing; or if Linda would let Simon even touch her.
"I've just been sitting here enjoying the soft music," Bert said, putting one arm around her waist. "Don't worry about it. Nobody had to come, and anybody can always leave."
Ava, pulling from Simon's embrace, turned and looked at Madge. "I think you handled it all wrong, honey. If we were at our place I would've gotten the action started in the living room. Hell, they'll see everything sooner or later, anyhow."
"So get the action started now," Madge said, turning enough so that she could unzip Bert's trousers. She lifted the big snake out and it started getting hard. She gave it a few flips, her eyes on the swelling knob. "I'm going to start my part of the action right here."
She lowered her face, opened her mouth wide, and did just that.
Linda enjoyed having the two pairs of male eyes staring greedily at her nakedness. It had seemed strange, and like wasting time, when Kurt and Ned had asked her to strip while they watched, but she'd had to admit that it was sexually stimulating even to her.
They'd perched their behinds on the side of the bed, not making a move to take off their clothes. She'd disrobed slowly, getting a bang out of watching their peckers poking their pants out a little more each time she discarded a garment. Not that there'd been all that many to discard, she thought, cupping her titties and then trailing her fingers down to her thighs. Just her dress, half-slip, brassiere, brief panties, and spiked-heel shoes.
"Now what?" she asked, becoming impatient. "You aren't just going to sit there and stare at my body, are you?"
"I guess we're just trying to get used to our good fortune," Kurt said, lifting his eyes to her tits.
"You're so young," Ned said, also shifting his gaze upward. He gave a nervous little laugh. "Meaning, of course, that we thought we'd better let you do the leading. That husband of yours didn't look too happy."
"That's a long story," Linda said, thinking about how uninhibited she and Rod had finally become in their lovemaking. Maybe if they'd had enough sense to communicate before becoming swappers-but she didn't really want it any other way. She wanted to swap, to swing, and to keep on having sex with females. Hester? She felt a little shiver race up and down her spine. Yes, with Hester!
"We have time to listen," Kurt said after a short silence.
"Sure, we do," Ned said. "The evening's young, Linda, and it isn't as if Kurt and I are young kids who have to-"
Linda smiled as Ned's words trailed off. Why did all the swappers seem to think they had to look out for her because she was young? She was a married woman, here with her husband's knowledge and permission, and said husband was in another bedroom with these two passionate and compassionate men's wives right then.
"Prick, pussy, cock, cunt, screw, suck," she said, laughing and moving forward. She skirted around the two staring men and climbed onto the bed just as they got to their feet. She got on her back, parted her legs, and caressed her blonde mound with her fingers. "Do you think you can start treating me like you would any other swapping wife now?"
The men started coming out of their clothes. Linda wondered if she could keep her promise to Rod. Her silence had indicated a promise, at least. He'd promised not to go with Hester if she didn't go with Simon. She didn't care if Rod had sex with the brown girl. She wasn't sure that she wanted to have sex with her husband, though. But her curiosity had her thinking more and more about at least letting him screw her.
She hadn't regained her love and respect for Rod-if she'd ever loved him. But she enjoyed the sexual part of their marriage a hell of a lot more than she ever had. The trouble, if it could really be called that, was the fact that she enjoyed sex with anybody. Male, female, both at the same time, and now she was going to have .two men at the same time.
Ned and Kurt, tools thrusting, were climbing onto the bed. Linda lifted her arms, pulled them down beside her, Ned on the right, Kurt on the left, and had her throbbing titties tongued. She put her hands on the two heads and pulled the two greedy mouths even closer. Their hands caressed her flesh, molded her squirming body, and then Kurt was kissing her mouth. She returned the tongue-probing kiss and lurched to the fingers that cupped her crotch. Kurt's mouth and tongue left, returning to a tingling tit, and then she was passionately kissing Ned's mouth.
The two men switched back and forth like that a few times. Linda knew that they were taking turns cupping her crotch, too. A finger would tease her now and then, sliding up and down on the moist lips below, and soon she would have welcomed even that kind of penetration. But she said nothing. She was learning that the erotic preliminaries could be almost as pleasurable as the ecstatic climaxes.
Finally, just as Linda had about decided to tell them to at least get in a position where she could get her hands on their peckers, Kurt said that he would let Ned go first.
"Kurt gets his gun faster than I do," Ned said, grinning. "With a little luck I can screw you to and through your climax, withdraw, and then let him finish. I like to conserve my strength, anyway, and I don't mind waiting until our next session."
"We've done it that way before," Kurt said. "His wife really-likes it that way."
"I thought you said I could do the leading," Linda said, pushing against their chests. "There's something I want to try without waiting for another session. And, from what you've just said, I guess it'd be better for Ned to get on his back."
The two men quickly complied with Linda's wishes. Ned got on his back, and Linda straddled him while Kurt was getting into position. She reached back and steered Kurt's stiff hardness into her moist softness. While his prick was slipping in, he reached under and found her clit with his finger.
She gasped, then told him to take it easy, that she'd like for the three of them to go off together. Ned said that he hoped she knew what she was doing and what to expect. Staring at his stiff shaft, she told him that she'd been that delightful route before.
"Under these circumstances I think we'd better let Ned call the shots," Kurt said. "Because I'm faster, I mean."
He was holding both his cock and his finger perfectly still. Linda giggled and said that she sure wouldn't be able to say anything. Ned patted her cheeks and said that any time after a couple of minutes he'd probably be able to blast off. Kurt said that then maybe he'd better call the shots.
Linda, getting bored with all the talk and feeling silly for participating in it with a dick in her tingling twat and a finger on her erect clit, lowered her face, opened her mouth, and engulfed the head and about two inches of Ned's rigid shaft.
Ned groaned, lurched upward, and grabbed her hair. Kurt began stroking, 'with his turgid tool and with his finger, and Linda's senses reeled dizzily for a few seconds. Then, quickly getting used to being a member of a trio in a sex act so new to her, she labored happily, already looking forward eagerly to all the other erotic acts she wanted to try with more and more swappers.
Rod, coming from the bathroom, was surprised to see Janet and Isabel back on the bed. He was even a little surprised to see what they were doing. He'd screwed both of the sex-happy wives, making them both climax before finishing with Janet, and she's assumed that they'd be looking for a new partner or partners as he'd meant to do. He'd also been in a hurry to go find Linda and make sure somebody didn't talk her into having sex with the colored man.
That would be going too damn far. He didn't want his wife to have anything to do with the colored woman, either. That was the main reason he was going to pass up the chance to screw the lovely, beautifully stacked brown gal. A line had to be drawn at some damn point.
Janet was going down on Isabel. Watching, feeling his pecker lifting into another erection, Rod figured that was the reason they'd wanted to go to the bathroom first. Isabel could have told him that she wanted that kind of sex, he thought. Linda had said that no man's tongue could really equal a woman's, though. He hoped his wife didn't get completely hooked on the gay stuff.
Isabel's eyes opened. "I just let Janet heat me up for you," she said, gazing at Rod's stiff cock. "I can't seem to make anybody believe that I don't really get such a big kick out of this." She pushed at Janet's bobbing head. "I want the real thing now, Jan."
Slowly lifting her face, obviously with reluctance, Janet rolled away and moved until she was stretched out beside Isabel. She also gazed at Rod's erection. "Isabel feels cheated because you didn't finish with her, Rod. That is an important part of the pleasure, you know."
"I thought I'd get dressed and go see how things were progressing," he said, staring at the two naked women. They were both good hot pieces, but he'd enjoyed Janet the most. Her educated inner muscles reminded him of Madge's. She was also practically insatiable, he was sure, and the thought made him think of Linda. His wife was getting to be the same way.
"It'd be silly to get dressed," Janet said, lifting her eyes to his face. "Everybody's probably naked by now. Hey, are you going to screw Hester?"
"No," he said. He forced a smile. "Are you going to let Simon screw you?"
"If I can manage it without my husband knowing it," Janet said. "Unless I see Ned balling it with Hester, of course. Then I'll screw Simon openly."
"I know damn well Kurt will prong Hester," Isabel said, finally lifting her eyes to Rod's face. "That means that I'll be free to make it with Simon. Are you prejudiced, Rod?"
"In some ways," Rod said. "I don't see why they had to bring a colored couple in on the sex. I'm beginning to wish that I hadn't started swapping."
"I think you really mean that you wish you could be here without Linda," Janet said.
"Let's stop the talking," Isabel said. "You're losing your erection, Rod."
He felt silly just after he'd glanced down. They laughed. He managed a grin and quickly got on the bed and between Isabel's shapely legs. Her tits were very small, but the rest of her body made up for what he considered a minor defect.
His pecker had leaped to attention even before her fingers touched it. While pushing into Isabel's hot moist flesh, he put one hand on Janet's nearest tit. The hard-tipped mound was big enough to please him, but her titties were too soft and drooped too much to be in a class with Linda's jutting knockers or with Madge's. He wished he could stop thinking about his wife.
Soon after he'd started his slow strokes, still balanced on the hand that wasn't clasping Janet's tit, she took his hand and pushed it down to her warm crotch. He inserted his middle finger in her moist flesh and began stimulating her slippery clitoris.
Janet's body wasn't beautiful, again unlike Linda's, but he'd seen and had a hell of a lot worse. She was a little plump, though not unpleasantly fat, and he got the urge to put his tongue where his finger was. He told her that, meeting Isabel's passion-filmed eyes while saying it, and Isabel said that she could turn her face away.
This she did just in time, because Janet had started wriggling upward on the bed before he'd finished speaking. She'd moved so fast that his finger had buried deep while following. He pulled his finger out and grabbed a cheek of her surprisingly firm ass. He had time to get a good look at her pink pleasure gash while she was placing it within easy reach of his mouth and tongue.
He'd thrust in and held his stiff staff deep. Now, as he placed his opened mouth over the soft smooth outer lips, he slipped his other hand down and grabbed a cheek of Isabel's firm fanny. He then started slowly jabbing with both his prick and with his tongue. Janet and Isabel both moaned and squirmed and then quickly matched the rhythmic pace he'd set with his double probing.
It was the most enjoyable way he'd ever taken care of two women at the same time. He was practically surrounded by female flesh. Janet had thrown one of her smooth legs over him somehow, and Isabel had done the same with one of her sleek legs.
One of Isabel's little hard-tipped tits was poking against the center of his chest, her hot lips were nibbling on his neck, and he could feel her fingers caressing far down on his back. Janet's fingers were in his hair, digging into his scalp, and one of her warm thighs was pressed tightly against his flushed cheek.
He felt them both coming even before they gave him the word. Knowing that he wasn't yet ready, that he couldn't explode in time to join them even if he tried, he speeded the tempo of his double probing and toppled them over the brink at the same time. But he kept right on screwing Isabel after Janet had pulled away.
When Janet discovered that he hadn't exploded, she sat up and started caressing his bouncing butt. After a minute or two she wanted to know how long he thought it would take him to finish. He'd buried his face beside Isabel's, not sure that she'd want his wet mouth on hers, and he heard her say that if he couldn't come right away she'd like to have a little rest.
He lifted his face and said that he guessed it would take him at least five more minutes of steady pounding. Janet got on her back and said that she'd take about half of that time. Isabel told him not to forget that she wanted to be in on his finish. He shifted, over, on, and in Janet, and when he'd gotten his butt to bouncing, Isabel sat up and caressed it.
Janet wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled his mouth to hers. When he thought he was well on his way to a climax, he broke the tongue-lashing kiss and said so. Janet hadn't spasmed again, but she didn't protest when Isabel got on her back and told him to hurry.
Isabel pulled his mouth to hers just as soon as he was embedded. He lashed his tongue to and with hers while making short, fast strokes. He also rode high, making contact with her clit, wanting to make her climax with him so that she wouldn't want him again. He knew he'd be tired and in need of a rest of thirty minutes or so before having sex again.
He hoped to get a chance at Ava and Linda at the same time. He'd never had anything to equal the pleasure he'd experienced that one time with them; unless it was the times he'd had uninhibited sex with his wife since then.
Isabel shuddered violently and pulled her mouth from his while he jerked and jolted and spurted out his passion. Seconds after he and Isabel sagged limply, he felt Janet leave the bed and heard her say that she couldn't wait to see what was happening in the other rooms.
Rod, uncoupling from Isabel and then going to the bathroom with her, wasn't sure that he wanted to see or know what was happening in the rest of the house. But Isabel was in a hurry. She patted his butt, told him that she'd be happy to make it with him any time, and when he entered the bedroom he saw that she'd left without dressing.
He decided to dress. Maybe if he'd practice a little restraint Linda would do the same. He wasn't sure that he'a like the group-sex stuff even if he could attend the swapping parties alone. Hell, he didn't want to see pricks and balls, and he didn't want Linda to even see Simon's black body. Well, maybe the guy was dark brown instead of black, but he was colored all the same.
Just as Rod finished dressing and straightened from tying his shoes, Linda and Hester entered the bedroom. They were both naked. They were also holding hands. Linda smiled and boldly met his eyes, but Hester's face was serious, and she seemed to be looking everywhere except at him.
"How come you have your clothes on, Rod?"
Rod had been staring at Hester. She had a beautiful and desirable body, no doubt about that, just as there was no doubt about the truth that she'd like to screw her. But that would give Linda the right to be screwed by Simon. Was that what she wanted? He didn't think he could take that.
"I'm dressed because I didn't want to go parading around the house naked," he said, shifting his gaze to his young wife's beautiful blonde nakedness. He forced a little chuckle. "Maybe I should ask what the hell you two are doing parading around naked."
"We're just standing here at the moment," Linda said, softly. "We came to be with you, honey, and if Isabel and Janet left you limp we know what to do about that." She giggled. "Don't we, Hester?"
Hester didn't say anything. But she met Rod's eyes. He could see the amusement registering on her pretty, dark-brown face and in her black eyes. He felt his pecker lifting, and it made him angry instead of glad. What the hell was he, anyhow? And what kind of a wife did he have? The answers, so damned obvious, chased away the anger and left a weak, sick feeling in his guts. Feeling his dick going limp, he doubted that he could get it up again.
"I thought we had an agreement," he said, unable to meet Linda's eyes.
"We didn't even mention what Hester and I are going to do. What's wrong? Didn't we come here for sex? I'm offering you a chance to make it a threesome."
"I don't even like the idea of you having sex with Hester."
"That's tough titty," Linda said, still not raising her voice. "Take your clothes off and let's have some fun. Or would you rather I leave and let you have your fun with Hester?"
"Does that mean that you'd go with Simon?"
"What the hell difference would it make?" Linda asked, raising her voice for the first time. "You're damn well right I'll have sex with him! He's a swapper, isn't he? He's a member of the group you-"
"That's enough!" Rod broke in. Then, lowering his voice, he said, "Let's haul out of here, Linda. Let's go home and talk this over."
"And if I don't?"
"I insist," he said, wondering just what he could do if she refused.
Frowning, Linda remained silent for a few seconds, and then said, "You gave up your right to insist upon anything the first time you swapped me off, Rod." She smiled. "Now either take your clothes off and join in on the fun, or haul your ass out of here."
"I'll only ask you one more time, Linda. I need some fresh air and some time to think. I'm going out the back door, maybe so that I won't be tempted by what I might see, and I'm asking you to get dressed and go with me."
Linda didn't answer with words. She put one arm around Hester, spun the colored girl around, grabbed the dark brown buttocks, and pressed her blonde pussy against the black pussy.
Rod Sherman hauled his ass out of the bedroom and out of the house.