Chapter 12

"MAYBE YOU SHOULD'VE GONE WITH YOUR husband," Hester said. "I'd hate to be the cause of a divorce."

She had grabbed Linda's ass with her hands, but she'd kept her face and jutting breasts pulled back. Linda, enjoying the way their soft pubic hairs were mingling, and the way they were squeezing each other's bottoms, stared at the parted lips. That damn Rod, she thought. She'd wanted to see him sexing it up with Hester. That would have made it easier for her to cast aside all of her remaining doubts.

"My husband's a jerk," she said. "He helped get me started on this sexual freedom kick and now he thinks I should be able to shift back to monotonous monogamy. It'd be one-sided, too, because I know damned well he'd have outside sex."

"Monotonous monogamy," Hester said. "I like that. I've never heard it expressed that way before, but the meaning's exactly why Simon and I started swapping. You aren't really in the mood for sex right now, are you, Linda?"

Before Linda could answer-and Hester had just about called it right on the button-Hester dropped her hands and pulled from Linda's grasp.

"When you saw me in the hall and asked me to come in here I was afraid of something like this, Linda."

"I'd just left a bedroom and two men!"

Hester had stepped back a few feet. She was smiling, and her smoldering black eyes were friendly. "I understand," she said softly. "Believe me, I really do. Simon and I don't want to force ourselves on anybody. We know what a radical step it is for most people to take. You might be interested in knowing that the same thing's true of some members of my race."

"You've managed to make me feel ashamed," Linda said. "For behaving the way I have, I mean. I knew you and your husband were going to be here, you know. The knowledge excited me. I'm still excited. Mentally more than physically right at the moment, but I know how to change that."

"How?" Hester asked, laughing deep in her throat.

"like this," Linda said, quickly stepping forward and putting her arms around the beautifully stacked girl.

Embracing, clutching each other's buttocks, they pressed their loins and thighs and tits together. Then, mashing their lips together, opening their mouths and darting their tongues, they slipped to the soft carpet.

With Linda on top, both inflamed with Lesbian lust, they wriggled and twisted and rubbed their soft mounds together. But that wasn't enough for Linda. Not nearly enough. And she soon found that it wasn't nearly enough for Hester, because when she broke the tongue-lashing kiss and started trailing downward to the soft black mat, Hester wsispered a welcome request.

Locked tightly together in sixty-nine fashion, they tongued each other to and through a series of spasmodic releases. Then, as soon as they'd recovered, they got on the bed and started all over again. Only this time they took it slow and easy, kissing and sucking on each other's tits, feeling flesh and kissing thighs, doing all the thrilling things that made the final melting sensations even more wondrous.

"I still like a stiff prick much better at a certain time," Linda said not long after they'd recovered from their second blissful session. "Now that I'm able to give it a little thought!"

"Me, too," Hester said, laughing. "I could use one right now. I wish your husband had stayed."

"There are plenty of other husbands around," Linda said. "Including yours."

"Are you sure, honey?"

"Yes," Linda said. "Just as sure as I am of anything. Hey, can you truthfully say that you love Simon? After being here with me like this? After having all the other men? And women?"

"Yes, but I have the feeling that I could talk and explain for hours and you still wouldn't believe or understand."

"I don't suppose I would at that," Linda said, sitting up and swinging around until she was sitting on the side of the bed. She looked along the length of the beautiful dark-brown body. "Do you think it'd hurt your feelings if I said something? Kind of made an observation?"

"I doubt it," Hester said. "Why don't you find out."

"When my eyes were closed I couldn't tell the difference."

Hester laughed. "I could and will say the same thing, darling!" The colored girl sobered. "Isn't it too bad that all people couldn't close their eyes now and then? About things other than sex, I mean."

"I know what you mean," Linda said, getting to her feet. "And I agree." She held out her hand. "Let's go freshen ourselves up and then see what they're doing in the living room."

Hester took Linda's hand, but she remained on the bed. "You aren't worried about losing your husband?"

"Worried? No. I lost him before he ever saw you. Or Simon." Linda laughed and pulled on Hester's hand. "Speaking of your husband, I'd better hurry before the other wives poop him out!"

"Don't worry about that," Hester said, allowing Linda to pull her from the bed. "If there was any danger of that, I'd consider shifting back to monotonous monogamy myself. If, of course, I could have a lovely doll like you now and then!"

"I wish I could look at things like you and Madge and the other wives do," Linda said. "But I can't. That's the reason I can understand why Rod rushed out of here."

"Do you want to go see if you can find him, Linda? Maybe he went home. Maybe you can patch things up."

"I don't call what I have a marriage, Hester. Not one worth going to any trouble to save, anyhow. Besides, Tony called Rod a pussy-hound, which is really the truth, as you might get a chance to find out. Because I have an idea he'll be back. Why shouldn't he return? Where else would he find so much available pussy?"

"Only at another swinging party," Hester said.

"Or at a whorehouse," Linda said, pulling the girl toward the bathroom, deciding that she'd have Ava and Madge get her a job even if she did stay with Rod.

Why not? She was already screwing strangers for pleasure, and going down on them. Why not make a profit out of giving and receiving sexual pleasure? She sure as hell didn't have anything to lose. Because, looking at it from one angle, everything had already been lost.

Linda smiled to herself. But looking at it from another direction, from a far better angle, everything she'd always secretly wanted had been found-

Rod Sherman was sitting at a bar. He'd just ordered his second drink from the fat, balding bartender. There was a large mirror, and he could see the booth directly behind him. There was a young-woman sitting here, her long bare legs crossed, the short skirt hiked high on her creamy thighs.

He knew that she was on the make. She'd met his eyes in the mirror a few times, parting her full lips in a smile, and he'd been the first to look away. He'd seen her shift her ass around on the red leather seat, pretend to tug at hef "skirt, poke her big sweatered knockers out two or three more inches. Twice he'd almost told the bartender to take her a drink; once he'd almost stood up and carried his drink to the booth. She'd be a hot piece, he was sure of that, but he was also almost sure that she was a hustler.

It would be stupid to pay for tail when he'd just left plenty of the hot stuff minutes before. It would be just as stupid to go with the flirty girl even if he didn't have to lay some cash on the line. He had, he guessed, beer a stupid jerk for hauling his butt out of the bedroom and the house.

Rod drained his glass, left his change on the bar, and hurried out on the sidewalk without even glancing al the bitch in the booth. Why fool around going through all the bullshit it took to get a strange female in bed' Not that Janet and Isabel and Hester weren't strangers to him, and not that it would be much different even after he'd had sex with them. A guy could never really know a female, no matter what. He should know that. Linda had turned into a swinger so fast it was almost unbelievable. Who would have ever thought that she'd take to the way-out sex acts just about as fast as she could bat one of her beautiful eyelashes?

He'd gotten in the car. But he hadn't made a move to start it. He noticed how tightly he was gripping the wheel. He forced a little chuckle and relaxed his fingers. He'd better get one thing straight in his mind right then. He had started the swapping and gotten Linda to have sex with other people. He had nobody to blame but himself for what happened. And what had happened? He'd fallen in love with his wife.

The thought, the knowledge, wasn't really surprising. He'd known it almost since the first time they had gone home and done all the erotic things they should have been doing all the time. He was just now finally admitting that there were feelings or emotions that went beyond the physical pleasures he'd enjoyed with Linda.

It had to do with the old sickness and health bit and with what people called living a normal married life. It was a joke on him to discover too late that he really wanted what he'd lost. Because he'd lost Linda. Sure, she'd probably stay with him, stay married to him, as long as he agreed to keep on swinging and swapping, but he'd never be happy living such a life. Not with a wife he loved.

He should have known that right in the beginning, when he'd refused to see her having sex with a man. It had made him sick to think about some jerk jabbing a cock in her even before they'd started sharing uninhibited sex, before he'd called his feeling for her by the right name. And now, thinking about a colored man pronging her-

Rod started the car and pulled it from the curb. He wasn't more than three minutes away from the Thornton home. He still might be able to get there before Simon screwed her. He'd tell her not to do it. And he'd tell her never to let any of the other men have her where he could be a witness.

Maybe they could work things out. Because she seemed happy enough-happier than she'd ever been, actually-and he'd be foolish to demand that she obey him. That hadn't worked when he'd tried to get her to leave Hester.

Feeling his pecker lifting, Rod cursed himself under his breath. Then he slowed the car. All right, so he was anxious to screw the dark-brown girl. He should have accepted Linda's offer. He'd have to take his wife on her terms, so he might as well get all the fun he could. He just wouldn't think about certain things.

He'd make his mind blank and try to keep his dick hard. He laughed aloud. Hard and jammed in a hot cunt whenever possible. Which, if he wanted to be honest, wouldn't really be anything new for him.

Parking at the curb in front of the house, where he had before, Rod remained behind the wheel for a few minutes. He didn't want to go storming in and raising hell. He'd already made enough of an ass out of himself. He'd get himself mentally calm and cool, go in that way, and simply ask Linda to not have sex with the men where he could watch.

He'd do the same. He wouldn't screw or go down on any of the wives right out in front of everybody. Maybe that way, if they didn't actually see each other, they could continue with their marriage. Then they could have their sex at home in private. Unless, of course, Linda wanted him to join her and one or more of the wives, in a bedroom. That was different. And it proved just how he seemed to be losing his marbles, because Linda had already seen him with Ava and had enjoyed watching!

Not sure why he didn't mind seeing Linda going down on another woman, except for the truth that he enjoyed the thrilling threesome activities, Rod decided that he'd better not even mention Simon. That was just one more thing he'd have to accept and learn to live with. As long as he didn't actually see anything, and

Linda didn't say anything about the colored man, he might be able to keep from thinking about it too much. like he'd better start doing right then!

Getting out of the car, locking the door, Rod decided that he just might get back into the house without anybody knowing that he'd left-except Linda and Hester, of course. He hadn't been gone long. It was possible, and maybe even probable, that they were still sexing it up in the bedroom. He might even be in time to get in on the fun.

He had a stiff hard-on by the time he got around in back of the house. All the drapes had been pulled over the windows, and .they were so heavy not much light was filtering out. He knew when he opened the back door, which was actually a side entrance at the extreme back of the house, that he'd either been lucky or had unconsciously left a way to get back inside, because the night lock hadn't snapped behind him. Had he made sure that it wouldn't? He didn't know; he couldn't remember.

Moving across the darkened kitchen and into the hallway, he forgot about the night lock and the fact that he might have had enough to drink to befuddle his thinking. He was sober now, cold sober and ready for hot pussy.

The bedroom doors were all open and all the rooms were empty. He heard faint sounds coming from the living room. He was nervous enough to lose some of his hardness before he got there. When he was there, and staring, he lost it all.

But even then, while fighting to keep from being sick, he knew that if Linda hadn't been there, he would have been thrusting and throbbing. And it might have even been the same way if she hadn't been taking such an active part.

The erotic scene was centered around Linda. She was the center. She was on her back, lovely legs spread wide, knees slightly lifted, ass squirming against the carpet. Simon was on her, his dark-brown butt lifting and falling as he slowly plunged his stiff cock in and almost out, in and almost out, his fingers gripping Linda's creamy hips.

Linda's beautiful face was hidden from view. It was buried between Hester's dark-brown thighs. The latter was on her hands and knees, straddling Linda, and Linda's fingers were gripping and tugging at her hips. This put Hester's ass right in Simon's face. He was caressing his wife's butt with his lips and tongue.

Ned was on his back on one side of the rhythmically moving trio; Kurt was on his back on the other side. They both had positioned themselves so that they could get a hand on Linda's tits. Linda had her fingers wrapped around their poking pricks, and was slowly jacking them, seemingly in tune with her lapping tongue and squirming buttocks.

Beyond Hester's face and hanging titties, Ava was on her hands and knees. It looked as if they had been kissing or were just about ready to start. Ava lifted one hand and began fondling Hester's titties just as Janet dropped to the carpet, got on her back, and shoved her head between the big blonde's parted knees.

Rod's eyes were suddenly drawn upward by a movement, and he found himself staring at the longest prick he'd ever seen. The damn jutting thing belonged to Bert, he quickly saw, and then he found himself gazing into Madge's glittering green eyes.

She was naked. He heard Tony chuckle. Then Isabel giggled. Everybody was naked. Everybody except him, Rod thought, turning and half-running and half-staggering from the room.

Outside, breathing the fresh air in deeply, leaning against the side of the house, he heard the door open and close. He straightened, looked, and saw that it was Madge. There was a full moon and plenty of stars. She walked up close and just stood there looking at him. She'd gotten a robe from somewhere, but most of her tits were exposed. He wished to hell that he was hard, could get hard. He would throw her to the ground and screw her right there.

"You're being very foolish," Madge finally said. "Why don't you come back inside, Rod? We'll go to a bedroom and-"

"I couldn't do anything!" he blurted.

"You could talk. You could listen to me talk."

"I need time to think," he said, knowing that he couldn't go back inside and face Linda or anybody else right then. He could never tell her about his love after seeing her like that. He wished that he hadn't fallen in love with the bitch!

Madge seemed to read his mind. "To love doesn't mean to own, Rod. It's wanting the one you love to have all the pleasures there are, isn't it? So why exclude sex? Linda's still the same person, you know, and-"

"I don't know a damned thing right now," he broke in. "Except that I have to get away from here."

"You aren't going to cause any trouble, are you, Rod? You aren't going to do anything foolish?"

"I think I've done enough foolish things already, Madge. Don't worry. I got Linda into this and I'll accept the blame. It isn't her fault that I can't take it. Or yours. Go on back to your party."

"What are you going to do?"

Rod laughed bitterly. "I imagine that I'll spend the rest of my life being sorry that I ruined a decent girl and a decent wife!"

Then he turned and ran, not wanting the sexy bitch to see the hot tears flooding his eyes.

Madge watched as Rod ran to his car, got in, raced the motor, and pulled away from the curb burning rubber. He'd probably be back, she thought, folding her arms across her throbbing titties. If not that night, then some time in the near future, because he was a pussy-hound, and he'd always be one. She'd made a mistake, though. She should have thought about him coming back and seeing the sex scene in the living room. But Linda had wanted to try everything, had even boldly spelled it out as to just how she wanted to start-and who wanted to deny that blonde darling anything? Not counting her foolish husband, of course.

Just to be on the safe side, she'd keep Linda there that night or until Rod came after her. Then she'd have a talk with the two of them, take them both to bed, and have fun making them admit that they'd both be better off staying married.

But that pleasure would be for the future. Right now there were pleasures to be had inside at the swinging party that hadn't turned out so badly, after all. Hester and Simon had been accepted by everybody except Rod and-

"Madge. Are you all right?"

Realizing that she'd still been staring out toward the street, Madge turned and saw Tony standing in the doorway. He had slipped into his trousers. Now that was love, she thought, dropping her arms from her hard-tipped breasts and moving toward her husband. It would take something very special to pull a man away from the erotic scene in the living room.

"I'm all right," she said, smiling and throwing her arms around his neck. "I'm just fine!"

They kissed, and it was several minutes before they got back to the other pleasures inside the house.