Chapter 2
AS SOON AS TONY GOT HOME, HE WANTED to hear how everything had worked out. He'd given Rod the rest of the day off when sending him to visit Madge, so he hadn't heard his employee's version yet.
Madge was at the bar in the living room preparing their usual before-dinner drinks. She smiled and said that everything had worked out just fine.
When they were seated on a couch, sipping their drinks, Madge went into details about her afternoon session with Rod. Tony listened with great interest, then remarked how strange it seemed that such an uninhibited young man could be so stupidly backward around his own beautiful young wife.
"Are you sure he isn't giving us both a line of bullshit for some reason, Madge?"
"I doubt it," Madge said. "We had a long talk before he left. He's a pussy-hound from the word go. Did you know that he's had sex in one form or another with five of your female customers?"
"Just so he doesn't fool with the male customers," Tony said, chuckling. "And as long as he keeps selling cars. Did you get around to telling him that you want Linda just as badly as I do?"
"No," Madge said, finishing her highball. She tousled his curly black hair as he emptied his glass. "It'd break your heart if you didn't get that lovely blonde piece, wouldn't it?"
His dark eyes were serious. "I wouldn't go so far as to say that. I see many beauties I know I can never have. If fate doesn't mean for me to have Linda, that's just the way it goes. I won't use force, you know, and I want you to promise that you won't."
She arched her eyebrows. "And if I do use a degree of force, dear husband?"
"I'm serious, Madge. Linda's a sweet kid. I've only talked to her four or five times, but I know she isn't like..."
"Me?" Madge asked softly, shortly after his words trailed off. "And the other hot-ass wives?"
"You know what I mean," Tony said, getting to his feet. "Do you want another drink?"
"I know what you mean, and I don't want another drink, Tony. Dinner will get cold. You'd better remember one thing, honey. This was your idea about working it this way. I'd much rather they'd talk it over before coming here together."
"We've already been through this," Tony said, taking her glass from her hand. "If Rod can't find the nerve to give the more erotic acts a try with his wife, how do you expect him to find the nerve to mention swapping? Do you want to call it off?"
"I didn't say that," Madge said, watching as Tony turned and walked to the bar.
Her husband was tall and handsome. Much more handsome than Rod. Linda's husband was shorter and more muscular. Their tools were about the same size, though. Tony would be glad to know that. Among the husbands there was sometimes a degree of envy or jealousy, just as there was among the wives, where feminine curves were concerned.
Tony placed the glasses on the bar and turned. He'd lost most of his hard-on. She met his eyes. "Maybe I just wanted to be able to put the blame on you if things went wrong," she said. She stood up. "I do want Linda just as much as you do. I hope it turns out that she-likes to swing in all directions. Or learns to like everything."
"It's only fair that she enjoy herself sexually, Madge."
"I'm convinced," Madge said, smiling. "So's Rod. Now it's up to you to convince the lovely young beauty."
"I'll do my best," Tony said, grinning. "Tomorrow night, huh? I suppose it's too late to change it to this evening. I know you aren't too tired, but I imagine Rod was really dragging ass when he left."
"As a matter-of-fact, the greedy young fellow was ready for another session after we'd showered and dressed. I gave him the bit about learning to conserve his strength. Besides, Linda's been having her period. Rod said he'd let you know for sure tomorrow about our planned trickery."
"I'll keep my fingers crossed," Tony said. "In the meantime, if you've cooked your usual good meal, I just might see how tired you are. It might be fun to have a go at my own lovely wife for a change. How long has it been-a week?" He moved toward Madge.
She stepped into his circling arms and parted her lips for his kiss. But they broke the kiss before it could turn into one of passion. His hands had slipped down to her buttocks and now he playfully pulled her against his resurgent hardness, then released her.
"Dinner will get cold, remember?"
She snapped her fingers. "Ava Hopkins called! How the hell did that slip my mind? Bert's out of town, and I told her to come on over. Any objections?"
He chuckled. "What a foolish question!" He patted her butt. "Did you ever know me to offer any objections to a threesome?"
Madge smiled and followed her aroused husband to the kitchen. She'd never known him to offer any objections to anything having to do with sex, where women were concerned. Men, of course, were another matter. like most straight males, Tony said he got a queasy feeling around queer men. But, also like most so-called straight males, he admitted to having allowed queers to blow him.
After eating, with Tony having given his usual compliments on her cooking, Madge washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen while he went for a shower. Because of their parties, their way of life, they didn't want a servant living on the premises. An elderly woman came twice a week to do the major cleaning.
Ava and Bert Hopkins were members of the swapping group. Bert, at forty-one, had a half interest in a chain of cut-rate wholesale houses throughout the state. He had to travel a great deal. He always referred to his penis as his snake.
And rightly so, Madge, Ava, and the other wives thought. His snake was eight and a quarter inches long when stiff. If he was drinking it took him over an hour to climax. Otherwise, and provided there were enough stimulating sights, he could make it in about thirty minutes. If he didn't want to explode, he could hold back almost indefinitely, drinking or not drinking.
Madge, along with the other wives, no longer rushed to take him on, once the novelty of having such a big, long-lasting snake had worn off. They agreed with Ava that at times there could be too much of a good thing. Ava was Bert's third wife. She always laughed and said he'd pronged the other two to death. Actually, they'd divorced him because they got tired of his big snake and wouldn't consent to joining a swapping group-so Bert said.
Ava, at twenty-six, was a big flashy blonde with big boobies. She was bisexual, like Madge, but when she had a choice she went the Lesbian route. She could and did take all of her husband's long snake, though she usually finished him with her mouth.
These thoughts flashed through Madge's mind as she greeted Ava at the front door. She felt a surge of excitement when the big blonde briefly embraced her and kissed her lightly on the lips. It was as if she hadn't had sex with Rod that afternoon.
Tony was at the bar preparing highballs. Ava swayed over and kissed his cheek. He patted her big butt, then handed her a drink. "We might have another blonde member soon, hot-stuff. We've gotten things started, at least. She's a smaller version of you Ava-huh, Madge?"
"Yum-yum," Ava said, meeting Tony's eyes, then walking over and sitting down on a couch. "I don't think we should talk about her or her husband until things are set."
Ava laughed. Her laugh was like her speaking voice, low and husky. Sexy. "Then we won't talk about them." She swayed over and sat down beside Madge, sipped at her drink, then said, "Bert has a couple lined up, but we aren't sure they'd be accepted by the group."
"Why?" Tony asked, bringing a drink to Madge.
"It'll be easier to show you," Ava said, placing her hand on Madge's nearest bare knee. "I have a Polaroid shot in my handbag. It's in color." She laughed and squeezed Madge's knee. "And I do mean color!"
Tony went over and got the white handbag. He'd slipped into slacks and a sport shirt. Ava was wearing a white knit dress, the stretchy garment hugging her lush body. Madge had put on fresh panties, bra, and a clean, olive-green frock.
Ava finished her drink and exchanged the glass for her handbag. While she fished for the picture, Madge and Tony finished their drinks. Tony took the empty glasses to the bar, then returned and sat down on the opposite side of Ava.
"We'll probably have to take a vote on this couple," Ava said. "Some of the members might object. Remember when Bert said we should try an advertisement in one of those small magazines for swingers? Well, he did."
Madge stared at the snapshot, feeling her heartbeat quicken, almost afraid to meet Tony's eyes. She'd never had a black man. Or a black woman. The couple in the picture were very dark brown, young, and naked. She'd often wondered if all the stories she'd heard about Negro men were based on a myth.
This muscular young man's tool was limp, but she could tell that even expanded into an erection it wouldn't be much bigger than Tony's. Or Rod's. And it wasn't in a class with Bert's big snake, by any stretch of the imagination.
The young Negro woman was pretty. She was smiling, showing even white teeth, and her perky breasts rode high on her chest. Her waist was tiny, her hips full and rounded, her legs long and shapely. The dark triangle was fascinating. A quick glance told Madge that Tony was staring, his handsome face slightly flushed.
"They live in a town eighty miles from here," Ava said, breaking what was to Madge a strained silence. "Bert didn't know they were colored when he wrote and then looked them up. He brought back the picture to show me."
"Judging from the way you're talking, I take it that you and Bert would vote yes, Ava."
"Why not? It wouldn't be a first for either one of us, Tony. Don't tell me you're shocked. Madge? How about you?"
Madge didn't lift her eyes from the picture. "I guess I am a little shocked. I just hadn't given any thought to ... to integrating our group."
"Don't we want new members? I can assure you that the color won't rub off, darling. How about that, Tony? Don't tell me you haven't screwed a few dark tails."
"I've also screwed a Chinese girl, a Hindu, and an American Indian. But I was thinking of Madge. Meaning, of course, that I'm not sure I'd want her to have sex with a colored man. Or a colored woman."
"I wouldn't want to do anything Tony didn't want me to do," Madge said, watching as Ava dropped the exciting picture into the handbag. She laughed nervously. "Not that I'm even sure I could give it a try with either one of them!"
"We all have fantasies," Ava said, closing the handbag. "I've always tried to live mine. In fact, I can't think of anything I haven't tried. There's no rush about making a decision. Bert said we'd just kind of sound the members out."
Tony took the handbag from Ava's hands and stood up. "At the next party with all members present, we'll take a vote on it." He tossed the handbag to the end of the couch and met Madge's eyes. "With the understanding that just one vote against it means no dice. Okay, honey?"
"That sounds fair enough," Madge said, almost sure that at least one member would vote no, and feeling a little pang of disappointment because she might not get to live her wild fantasies. Not, she thought, that she hadn't already lived most of them.
"I'm sorry I started what's turning out to be such a long conversation," Ava said. "Why don't we use our tongues for something besides talking?"
"That's what I like about you," Tony said, chuckling. He dropped to his knees to take off her spike heels. "You're such an honest bitch, I mean. Crude, but honest."
"I'll never understand why you put up with this jerk," Ava said good-naturedly.
"Because he lets me have hot-ass gals like you," Madge said, tugging on the zipper that ran all the way down to the big blonde's butt. She palmed her way back up along the warm, smooth flesh to the bra hooks. "And maybe because I need a man more than you do."
"You just need one more often," Ava said, laughing and getting to her feet. "If I didn't enjoy a stiff prick, you can bet your sweet ass I wouldn't be here."
"A listener would think you two didn't like each other," Tony said, looking up as Ava shrugged the dress and bra off over her shoulders and arms.
"And a viewer could soon know differently," Madge said, not sure that she liked the idea of brown or black flesh having touched Ava's creamy white flesh. Male? Female? Both, she guessed. She'd ask the first chance she got. When Tony wasn't around. He'd seemed even more shocked by the picture of the Negro couple than she'd been.
Tony pulled down on the tight dress while Ava wiggled her fanny. She sat down, and he tugged the stretchy garment over her bare feet. Madge began fondling the nearest big breast. Tony sat down on the other side of her and began fondling the other thrusting mound. Ava leaned back to make it easier for them to get their mouths and tongues on the erect nipples.
Tony started licking and sucking right away. But Madge, keeping her hand busy on the poking tittie, moved so that she could kiss Ava's moist, parted lips. She darted her tongue into the blonde's hot mouth. Ava's tongue was right there, meeting hers, then darting and probing into her mouth. Madge started stroking Ava's firmly rounded thigh.
Her fingers met Tony's at the edge of the brief pan ties. She broke the tongue-probing kiss and saw that her husband was waiting for a turn at Ava's mouth. She watched their passionate kissing for a few seconds, then lowered her open mouth to the big mound of firm flesh. She jabbed her tongue in to and around the hard tip. Then she began sucking, drawing as much of the smooth flesh as she could into her mouth, feeling her own nipples harden as her passion began to build.
But Madge wasn't in a hurry, and she knew that Tony and Ava weren't in a hurry. They'd had and enjoyed their threesome sessions many times before. They looked upon sex as a form of art, and they considered themselves first-class artists.
When Tony went back to Ava's tit, Madge went back to her mouth. The husband and wife switched around that way several times. Then, putting her hands on their heads, Ava drew both their mouths to her big breasts. They feasted greedily and kept their fingers trailing caressingly up and down her thighs.
Madge finally hooked her fingers under the narrow waistband of Ava's panties. Tony did the same on the other side. They tugged on the thin obstacle and Ava lifted her buttocks helpfully. When the panties were around Ava's knees, Tony pulled his mouth from a swollen nipple and slipped to his knees on the soft carpet. Madge pulled her mouth from the other swollen nipple and started kissing Ava's mouth again.
She felt Ava's legs parting. Or being parted. She felt one of Tony's hands as he gripped Ava's hips. She felt Ava lurch as Tony buried his face against the blonde pussy. She knew the exact moment when her husband's tongue touched the blonde's most sensitive spot, the delightful clit she'd touched so many times with her tongue, because Ava broke the feverish kiss, gasped, and lurched.
Madge pulled away and got to her feet. She watched as Ava entangled her fingers in Tony's dark, curly hair and squirmed her hips and bottom in harmony with the lavish attentions. When she saw that the erotic activities were going to be continued until Ava climaxed, she started taking off her clothes.
She was down to her panties when Ava writhed wildly and cried out that she was coming. Tony's head bobbed faster. Ava clamped her thighs against his face and tensed. Then she shuddered violently and went limp. Tony pulled back and away, his lips glistening, his stiff dick making his slacks poke out.
Madge peeled out of her panties. She knew that her aroused husband wasn't yet ready to bury his hard cock in a cunt. She dropped to the thick carpet and got on her back. Ava scooted her butt off the couch and got on her hands and knees. Suspended over Madge's tanned nakedness, the blonde began kissing the jutting titties.
Ava licked and sucked on one hard-tipped mound and then the other. Entangling her fingers in the silky-soft blonde hair, Madge soon started squirming her heated body in eager anticipation. Her tits were very sensitive, she enjoyed having them feasted upon, but she'd already gotton steaming hot from watching Tony going down on Ava.
It didn't take much pressure to get the vivacious blonde started on the delightful downward journey. When her wet lips and darting tongue were in the vicinity of Madge's shallow navel, Tony started taking off his clothes. Madge knew then that her husband was going to screw Ava first.
She didn't mind. She'd have her turn later. One of her favorite sex acts was being penetrated by a male while she was going down on a female, but she could easily understand why Tony would want Ava first. He could screw his wife just about any time. Besides, she'd had Rod Sherman just a few hours before and that young man had given her a damned good pronging.
Ava skirted around Madge's lifting pussy, but Madge didn't mind that, either. The delay would make the glorious sensations even better when the tongue-lashing contact was made. She moved her legs helpfully, thrilling to the hot mouth and tongue caressing her inner thighs, thinking briefly about how much better it was when another female bestowed the most intimate of all kisses.
Tony got on his knees behind the blonde's uplifted buttocks. He only stroked her creamy smooth flesh with his fingers, though. Madge knew that he was waiting, stalling until he was sure that he could time his climax just right. Ava, quick-triggered and able to spasm almost without limit, could easily time another climax to blend simultaneously.
Later, after the three of them had taken the fine edge off their keyed-up passions, they'd go to a bed where they'd do even more exciting things to and with each other. The extended sex sessions after the fairly fast releases were even more enjoyable, Madge thought. And, when Tony finally dropped out, she and Ava would still be going strong.
Madge gasped and lurched upward as Ava's greedy mouth covered her moist split. Ava's experienced tongue parted the outer lips, then expertly slithered into the hot flesh and lapped at Madge's stiff and slippery passion-button. Madge, moving her hips and buttocks along with Ava's skillful stimulating caresses, saw one hand go back to guide Tony's thrusting tool.
After Tony was embedded and had started his steady strokes, Ava began plunging her tongue in the same tempo. Both of the blonde's hands slipped under and grabbed Madge's firm fanny. Madge, already wriggling, quickly picked up the rhythm that had the three of them moving as one.
She gazed into her husband's passion-filmed dark eyes. "You're about there, aren't you, honey?"
"I can hold back a little longer," he said, the words coming out plainly enough even though he was gritting his teeth. "Why? Do you want me to shift?"
"No," Madge said, feeling the beginning of her climax. "There isn't enough time." She moaned and clamped her upper teeth over her lower lip for a few seconds. Then she yelled, "I'm coming-right now!"
Tony began screwing Ava with deeper and faster thrusts. Ava's tongue lashed Madge's clit even more furiously. Madge raced her hips in tune with the faster tempo. She rolled her head back and forth on the carpet and cried out as the ecstatic spasms gripped her.
She could see and feel the spasms shuddering through Ava's lovely body. It even seemed that she could feel Tony's passion spurting into the wildly wriggling blonde. Ava lifted her face and rested her flushed cheek on Madge's thigh.
Then, for several minutes, the three of them were still and silent, basking in the pleasant afterglow of sexual fulfillment.
"I'm afraid I didn't really level all the way with you sexy folks," Ava said later. "Bert and I are having the young colored couple visit our apartment Friday evening."
Tony had mixed three drinks. Madge and Ava were still sitting on the carpet. Madge, reaching up for a cold glass, didn't meat her husband's eyes.
"That's interesting," she said. "Then you aren't going to wait and let the members vote?"
Ava took a glass and sipped. "We'd just like to have you there with us. There isn't necessarily going to be any sex. We're just going to have a visit and see how things go. Bert says they're just as apprehensive about the deal as you are. We're sure that some of the members would object. We might decide not to tell anybody else."
"It's up to Tony," Madge said.
She knew what her horny husband's answer was going to be before he spoke. His penis, almost on a level with her eyes, was lifting into an erection. She felt a little chill run up and down her spine. Were they getting into something they'd live to regret?
"If there's just going to be a social visit, I see no reason for us not to be there." Tony chuckled. "After all, what harm could there be in just talking?"
"I was sure you'd feel that way," Ava said, smiling. She finished her drink. "Now let's go to the bedroom by way of the bathroom and stop the chatter for even a longer period of fun-filled time."
That's what they did.