Chapter 4
ROD WAS JUST ABOUT AS NERVOUS AS he'd ever been in his life. He tried to listen to the chitchat being exchanged between Madge and Tony, with Linda saying something now and then, but he wasn't very successful in following the seemingly aimless drift of the conversation.
The four of them were in the Thornton's large living room. They'd had before-dinner drinks, and now they were having after-dinner drinks. Linda, beautiful in the simple pale green dress she'd decided to wear, was sitting beside him on one couch, and Madge and Tony were sitting directly across from them on another couch.
The swinging couple had really turned on the charm for Linda, Rod thought. And his lovely young wife, drinking more than he'd ever seen her drink before, seemed to be eating it up. But what the hell would she think or say when she discovered that the charming couple wanted to swap? And that he was willing?
Rod, feeling Linda's elbow nudging his arm, realized that somehow he'd been included in the talk. He grinned, meeting Madge's glowing green eyes, sensing that the hot-ass hostess had said something to him. "I guess I was daydreaming," he said, taking a sip from his glass.
"I have some of my best dreams during the day," Madge said, smiling. "I only said that you seem to be unusually quiet this evening."
"Maybe I'm trying to prove to myself that I don't have to be a chattering jackass all the time." He smiled ruefully. "I do enough talking when I'm trying to sell your husband's junk cars."
"Steady there," Tony said, chuckling. "You're the best salesman I have, but I don't even let my wife refer to my used cars as junk."
"Sorry," Rod said, finishing his drink. "I'd forgotten that I was in my boss's ritzy home. How would you like to have a place like this, Linda? Maybe if I keep sweating my balls off long enough-"
"Rod!"
Madge winked at Linda. "That's all right, honey. I'm used to what some folks call man-talk. Actually, I get a kick out of hearing a basic Anglo-Saxon word when it fits."
"He doesn't talk like that around home," Linda said, sipping from her glass.
"Most men are different when they're away from their wives," Tony said, finishing his drink and standing. "Not that Rod's away from you right now, of course." He walked over and stood in front of Linda. "Go ahead and finish your drink, honey. We're all ready for another."
"I've never had much to drink," Linda said, glancing at Rod. "I'm feeling a little tipsy already."
"That's the best way to feel," Rod said. "Relax and enjoy yourself. Your trouble is that you've been ... well, sheltered too long. First by your folks, and since then by me."
Madge frowned and cast Rod a quick glance. "I don't think your husband realizes that he sounds as if he has a chip on his shoulder, Linda. Where do your folks live?"
Linda finished the drink and handed the glass to Tony. "My parents live in a small town about two hundred miles from here. I came here to find employment, but I only worked two weeks. In an office. Then I met Rod, and we got married."
"Being a wife can be work," Madge said.
"She means that sometimes I work the hell out of her in bed," Tony called from the bar. He chuckled. "And, to tell the truth, at times she works the hell out of me!"
Rod saw that Linda was blushing. He wondered if he should take her out of the place. He wasn't even sure that he wanted his greedy-eyed boss to have her. In fact, he felt like calling the whole deal off.
Madge seemed to read his mind. "I hope you don't take offense at anything we might say, Linda. I'm afraid we've been around so many free-wheeling couples lately that we've developed a habit of talking like they do."
"I'm not a child," Linda said, taking the fresh drink Tony had hurriedly fixed and brought. "I'm not a prude, either."
"You, sure ain't a child," Tony said, gazing down at her jutting breasts. "How about the other, Rod? Is she a prude in bed?"
"You'd better ask her," Rod said. "How about me, don't I get another drink?"
"Coming right up," Tony said, taking Rod's glass, then turning and hurrying back to the bar.
Rod didn't say anything. There was obviously a double meaning in Tony's words, and he knew Linda had also noticed that the man's dick had lifted into semi-hardness. He suddenly doubted that he would be able to get a hard-on if and when he was alone and naked in a bedroom with Madge tonight. What the hell had he done?-s
When they all had fresh drinks and Tony was once again sitting beside Madge, his dark eyes on Linda's lovely legs, Rod sensed that Linda was enjoying the attention she was getting. The hell with taking her home, he thought She'd been right about not being a child. He'd made a bargain, and he'd keep it. Tony had promised not to force her into doing anything she didn't want to. So, looking at it from that angle, he wasn't really responsible for whatever might happen.
"I had quite an argument with a friend of mine the other day," Madge said. "She's young and beautiful, married, and insanely jealous of her husband."
"That sounds like trouble brewing," Tony said.
"That's exactly what I told her," Madge said. "She seems to have the idea that just because a couple get married, that means they own each other. Physically, mentally, and-"
"Sexually," Tony cut in.
Madge laughed. "What the hell do you think I meant by physically? Are you going to let me tell this my way, or are you going to keep on interrupting?"
"I'm going to sit here and twiddle my thumbs," Tony said. "And hope you don't forget we have a decent young lady as a guest."
"Please don't make any special allowances for me," Linda said, glancing at Rod. "My mother preached to me so much about being decent that I'm sick of hearing the word. Which side of the argument did you take, Madge?"
"The only side I could take, under the circumstances. I sure don't feel that I own Tony. I think life's much too short to put a limitation on one's pleasure, honey. I told the wife to forget her jealousy and let her husband have his fun."
There was a long silence. "There's always been a double standard in this country," Rod said, careful not to look at Linda.
He knew Madge was just about ready to make some excuse to get him out of the living room and into a bedroom. He was tempted to stand up and head for a bedroom before another word was spoken. It was too late to back out. If he tried that, Madge or Tony would tell Linda everything. His only hope now, if he really wanted to stay married, was that Tony would succeed in scoring with Linda.
"Some couples calling themselves modern marrieds have cast aside the somewhat stupid double standard," Tony said. "I've read a great deal about them lately. They also call themselves swingers or swappers, sometimes combining it into swinging swappers. But no matter what they call themselves, they exchange mates for sex and seem to be happy enough."
"I understand that there are millions of couples engaged in such activities," Madge said. "Have you heard about them, Linda?"
"I imagine just about everybody has," Linda said. "I don't see why people bother to stay married if they want to ... to live like that. There couldn't possibly be any love between a man and his wife if they even seriously consider such a thing."
"I don't know about that," Tony said. "There are various definitions of love, you know. And sex should only be a part of the marriage. It is, actually, and I've always figured a person shouldn't be too quick to knock something he or she doesn't really understand."
"I think we all understand that we should change the subject," Madge said, finishing her drink. "Any suggestions for a new one?"
There was another long silence. Madge and Tony were looking at Rod, smiling, seeming to be silently saying that the next step was up to him. He didn't know what to say. They had him on the spot. He knew they weren't going to let him off the hook. He had screwed Madge and even gone down on the lovely bitch, and now Tony wanted Linda in return. Next they'd probably start yapping about cheating husbands.
"I can't seem to come up with anything," he said, realizing too late that he'd unintentionally used words with a double meaning.
Tony laughed. Madge put her empty glass on an end table and stood up. "I just thought of something," she said. "Tony's all thumbs when it comes to some things, Rod. My sewing machine needs adjusting, and..."
As Madge's words trailed off, Rod got to his feet. He got rid of his empty glass, not looking at Linda, and said that he'd always had a knack of being able to fix just about any kind of machine.
Madge said that it shouldn't take long, Tony said that he wasn't the jealous type, and Rod saw that there was a puzzled expression in Linda's beautiful blue eyes. He had to fight the urge to blurt out the truth. Trying to force a smile but sure that he'd only managed what had to be a sickly expression, he followed Madge's jiggling and swaying buttocks from the room.
She turned on the light in the bedroom, then rushed into his arms as soon as he'd closed the door. He kissed her, meeting her eager tongue with his, but he felt very little response in his loins. His mind was still in the living room. Would Linda fight Tony, or would she willingly and even eagerly submit? He wasn't really sure just what he wanted to happen.
Madge heatedly pushed the length of her body against him, and he automatically cupped the cheeks of her ass. Her fingers slipped between them and found his limp prick. She broke the kiss and pulled her face back. He dropped his hands from her firm fanny. He looked at her wet lips, then met her gleaming green eyes.
"I don't think I can get it up," he said.
"Nonsense!" She dropped to her knees, looked up at him, winked, and smiled. "I'll get it up." She tugged the zipper down, reached in, and lifted his penis out into the open. It started to get hard the moment her warm fingers made contact.
She leaned forward and flicked her tongue. That hot contact caused his prick to leap into a stiff erection.
"Let's get naked," she whispered.
She leaned back and was gazing at his thrusting tool, her circling fingers slowly caressing the smooth hardness. He tried to blot out the mental pictures of Tony touching Linda, or Linda touching Tony. He couldn't.
"Talking and thinking about doing a thing is a hell of a lot easier than actually doing it," he said.
Madge silently removed her fingers from his stiff prick and got to her feet. He watched as she started taking off her clothes. She tossed aside the dark blue dress and slipped her titties out of the restraining bra. She fingered the thick nipples and took a few steps backward, then sat down on the side of the bed.
"Make up your mind, Rod. Maybe you'd rather have me walk out of here like this and tell Linda what you've done with me and all those other women."
Rod hurriedly removed his clothes, mentally cursing himself for being such a wishy-washy bastard. Hell, he didn't feel that he owned Linda. She had a right to sexual happiness just as much as he did. It was tough, and maybe even stupid, that they hadn't been able to communicate with each other, but the swapping just might solve that problem. If Tony managed to score, of course.
When Rod was naked, his penis still at attention, Madge said she wanted to be kissed all over before being screwed. That was all right with him. Kneeling, he removed her high heels. Then she lifted her butt so that he could get at the thin panties. He peeled the brief garment down along her bare legs, already too hot to give much thought to the fact that Tony could be doing the same thing with Linda.
He kissed and tongued his way up to one of her rounded knees. She said she wanted to get on the bed. He helped swing her legs up and around. She surprised him by nipping over on her belly, but he followed, eager to kiss and tongue the backs of her sleek legs and her satiny buttocks.
He started at the backs of her knees. Her voice muffled against the mattress, she told him how good it felt. He wanted to make her feel good. He was enjoying himself, but he was looking forward to burying his stiff staff in her snapping snatch.
Before he could do that though, he had to delve with his tongue and stimulate her clit. Not that he didn't enjoy going down on her. It was just that of all the females he'd screwed, he'd never had one to match Madge's educated inner muscles. The way her cunt could milk a cock was really something.
He soon found that she wanted to stretch the fore-play out longer than he wanted to. After he'd kissed and tongued all over the backs of her thighs and most of her quivering buttocks, he discovered when he tried to flip her over that she wasn't ready for him to lavish his attentions on the front of her squirming nakedness.
So, not really minding the delay all that much, he started over and licked the smooth warm flesh where he'd only kissed and darted his tongue before. Finally, his throbbing pecker beginning to make little jumping jerks, he touched his tongue between the fleshy mounds.
She gasped loudly, and he rolled her over on her back before she could resist. Then, not taking the time to feast on her hard-tipped titties, he buried his face in the moist warmth of her pulsating pussy.
As his tongue found her clit, her fingers found his scalp. He heard her say, as she lurched to his lavish lapping, that she wanted to climax at least twice like that.
The reason she'd been stalling and wanted to keep him going down on her suddenly popped into his feverish mind. She wanted Linda to see the erotic sight. He thought, a little dimly, that it was a good idea, that it would make it easier for Tony than if Linda just saw him screwing Madge. And it should even make it easier for him to go down on Linda.
Rod felt Madge beginning to come. He slipped his hands under and grabbed her wriggling ass. Lapping furiously, he forgot all about his beautiful young wife and lost himself in the glory of inducing a spasmodic release in the lovely body of another man's wife.
Tony, mentally keeping up with the time as it passed, decided that within a minute or so he'd better make his move. It wouldn't do to wait too long. The whole idea behind the plan depended on the shock Linda would get when she saw her husband doing something to Madge that he'd never done to her.
There hadn't been much talk since Rod had hightailed it after Madge. Tony had just said that he was pretty inept when it came to any kind of machinery; and Linda, giving one of her sweetest smiles, had said that it came as a surprise to her to learn that Rod was mechanically inclined.
Tony had made some inane remark, suddenly nervous after being left alone with the young beauty. He'd been tempted to try to make her without going through with the sketchy plan he and Madge had formulated but he hadn't wanted to risk rejection and failure.
He was actually aching, he wanted the lovely young girl so badly. That was due partly to the thrilling thoughts he'd had about her for so long, of course, the erotic daydreams, along with the knowledge that he had a damn good chance of soon being able to touch what he'd been lustfully admiring.
They had finished their drinks, but he hadn't offered to prepare more. He didn't want a drunk female. Linda's beautiful features were slightly flushed, and her big blue eyes showed signs of the drinks she'd had, but he knew she was plenty sober enough to know what she was doing.
He hadn't been so bold with his eyes since they'd been alone. He'd tried not to be caught gazing at her lovely bare legs and her jutting titties, but he knew she was aware of his desire. It had been crude of him to display his semierection earlier. For some reason, as silly as it seemed even to him, he almost wished that Linda had a husband who wasn't a pussy-hound.
"Maybe we'd better go take a check and see why it's taking our spouses so loag," Tony said, glad that he'd managed to keep his pecker from getting any harder. He smiled and got to his feet. "Unless, of course, you'd rather not take a chance on seeing what we might not be supposed to see."
"What do you mean?"
Tony, having suddenly decided that he should at least give Linda some warning as to what she could expect, and just as suddenly feeling a little foolish for taking a chance on knocking himself out of a sex session with her, decided to go ahead and tell her everything. Then, if she didn't bolt from the house, he wouldn't feel so guilty about being a partner to the trickery.
"I'm going to level with you, Linda. Madge and I were swingers before we got married, and we've been swappers since that happy event. Rod wants to get in on the fun. This whole deal was planned with his consent and help. Right now your husband and my wife are having sex."
Linda had been staring, her beautiful face pale, her full lips trembling. "I don't believe it!"
"It's easy enough to prove," Tony said. "All you have to do is go with me down the hall and take a peek."
"Maybe I just don't want to believe it," Linda said, slowly getting to her feet. "Are you telling me that Rod said it would be all right with him for you to have sex with me?"
Tony averted his eyes. He disliked the entire setup. He wished he had insisted on Rod's talking it over with Linda first. But it was too late for wishes or any more second thoughts.
"I gambled and let Rod spend an afternoon with Madge," Tony said, still not meeting Linda's eyes. "He told me about all the women he got, and I told him about the swappers we meet for sex, and he said he'd like to get in on the fun. When it turned out that he didn't have the nerve to tell you about it, things started to happen that now have me wondering if I should tell you to run from this house and your husband."
"I keep hoping this might turn out to be some kind of horrible joke," Linda said, her words little above a whisper.
Feeling that he might have already wasted too much time, but sure that Linda would follow him, Tony turned and hurried toward the hallway. It was no skin off his ass if this chick later decided she'd ruined her marriage and her life. He still wasn't forcing her to do anything. She didn't even have to follow and witness the sex scene.
He pushed the bedroom door inward a few inches. He was relieved to see that the light was on. Then his pulse quickened as he felt Linda standing beside him, and was glad that she hadn't made a sound. He could tell that Madge had climaxed once and was insisting on
Rod's bringing her to another orgasm, with his mouth and tongue again.
Things couldn't have been timed more perfectly. Now, if his luck held out, he'd soon be giving the same lavish attentions to Linda's blonde pussy. He felt his prick lift against his pants and try to expand into a stiff and thrusting erection.
But he didn't put his hands on the staring young woman. He'd learned long before not to push his luck too far when he was already getting the breaks. He'd still leave all the important moves to Linda.
Linda, almost overpowered by an excess of mixed emotions, was afraid for a few seconds that she was going to faint. She'd been prepared for just about anything except what she was seeing. She'd thought she might see Rod and Madge just kissing and necking; she'd even briefly wondered what her course of action should be if she saw them actually screwing.
But she hadn't been prepared to see her husband's face buried between another woman's legs. Anger and hate and lust swept through her body, seemingly all at the same time. The dirty bastard had cheated her out of the special pleasure she'd always dreamed about!
Something told her that he was very experienced at the erotic act, too. No telling how many women he'd gone down on. Where had she heard that expression? She'd read it. She'd been reading all about the various sex acts and had been dreaming of giving them a try, while her husband had been living them! And she'd thought he was inhibited!
He was, with her. She still found it difficult to believe her eyes. Rod's face was buried at the juncture of Madge's tanned thighs, his brown hair bobbing; her fingers were digging into his scalp, his fingers were gripping her wriggling ass. Madge's eyes were closed, her pretty face twisted with passion, her long legs waving and weaving and clamping. Rod's butt rose high in the air, his balls hanging, his prick steel-hard and glistening-from Madge's mouth?
Linda clamped her upper teeth over her lower lip. She wasn't sure she wanted to do that, but the othershe wanted that done to her. She met Tony's greedy dark eyes. She knew he wanted to go down on her. She looked down at his poking prick. She wanted that buried in her too.
She'd seen enough. She was so hot she was afraid she was going to come right then and there. She didn't think she wanted her husband to ever touch her again. Why be married to one man and have sex with another? She reached out and pulled the door closed. Her legs were weak and trembling, but it was as if she'd never had a drink. The weakness was caused by the heat in her loins. She put out her hand and let Tony lead her to another bedroom.
He turned on the light and closed the door behind them. He didn't grab her. She was glad. She wanted them both naked right away. She told him that. He grinned and started taking off his clothes. She removed her dress. Her fingers didn't tremble very much, and her legs felt stronger.
She hoped he'd bury his face between her legs without any preliminary playing around. She didn't see any reason for not expressing her wishes, so she did. He chuckled and said that her every wish was his command.
When they were naked, she liked what she saw. She knew that he did, too. His admiring eyes made her proud of her body, her nakedness. She climbed onto the bed and got on her back. He followed, parting her legs and gazing at her exposed pussy for a few seconds before lowering his face.
She tensed when she felt his warm breath on her crotch. She gasped when she felt his hot tongue lick her split. Then, as he slithered his tongue into her hot hole, she moaned and lifted her butt off the mattress. He slipped his hands under and grabbed her ass. She began squirming passionately and clutching at his hair as he tugged her even closer and jabbed his tongue against her erect clit.
It felt so much better than her finger, she thought dimly. Why the hell couldn't Rod have done that to her? He'd had the guts to swap her off to another man, yet he'd never had the guts to tell her what he wanted to do to her. She'd never had the guts to talk either, but it had never entered her mind to become a swapper.
Linda, feeling Tony's lips closing around her throbbingly stiff clit and his tongue lapping furiously, could no longer think. She could only move, feel, and enjoy.
She cried out and dug her fingernails into his scalp as she shuddered through a series of spasmodic releases. It was as if she were being drawn out and away from herself. The wondrous feeling was unlike any sexual sensation she'd ever experienced before. Even as she went limp and allowed Tony to lift his face, she started looking forward to the next time.
But she did the guiding when he moved to spear his stiff shaft into her hot, moist flesh. That felt good, as good as her husband's, yet even as she matched Tony's rhythmic thrusts, she doubted that any prick could ever give the thrilling pleasure that a mouth and tongue could give.
He mashed his open mouth to hers while he was spurting to his finish. For some reason this excited her enough to make her come again. She sucked on his tongue during their passionate blending, and realized a little later that she'd passed an important turning point in her marriage and in her sex life.
She didn't have time to let it worry her, though. As soon as they'd freshened themselves, they were back on the bed. He went down on her again. The wondrous pleasure lasted even longer, this time and he had enough stamina and strength to show her all the positions she'd always wanted to try. But nothing matched the pleasure she'd received from the most intimate of all kisses.
Driving home, glancing now and then at his close-mouthed wife sitting far over on the seat, Rod wondered how long the silent treatment was going to last. Not that he knew what to say. The less said the better, he guessed. So far, everything had worked out even better than he'd expected.
Linda hadn't met his eyes when she and Tony had finally joined him and Madge in the living room. But she hadn't cursed him or anything like that, either. He'd sensed that she had enjoyed herself with Tony. Maybe even more than she ever had with him.
He didn't like that. It didn't do much for his ego. Still, he knew that Tony had gone down on her. A grin and a wink from his boss had told him that. If she liked that kind of sex, he'd willingly give her all she wanted. In fact, he was eagerly looking forward to it. Maybe now they'd both be able to talk about sex and do all the things he'd never been able to suggest, or maybe he'd just go ahead and try, without talking it over.
Simply because she was his wife still seemed to be the only reason Rod could think of to explain his inhibitions with Linda. He'd sure taken a drastic step to change things, perhaps it would be worth it. Besides, now he'd get a crack at the other swapping wives.
"We're almost home," Linda said. "Before we get there, I want to get a few things straight. I've been trying to understand why you did what you did. I think I do understand. But that doesn't change the fact that I've lost all respect for you."
"You had yourself a ball, didn't you?"
"Yes, but that didn't keep my love for you from dying. Do you want a divorce, Rod?"
"No! I just wanted both of us to have some fun."
"AH right," Linda said softly. "Listen to what I have to say, and then don't even answer. I don't want to talk to you. I'm trying to keep from hating you. We'll stay married and have our sex fun with the swappers, but I don't want you to touch me. Not right now, anyhow-and maybe never."
Rod glanced at Linda. She was looking straight ahead. He was disappointed. He'd been looking forward to going down on her. He wondered if she'd done that to Tony. He hoped not. He wanted her first time to be with him.
He started to tell her that, and tell her how badly he wanted to use his mouth and tongue on her. Then he remembered that she'd said for him not to even answer.
"I'm serious," Linda said. "I don't want you to even sleep in the same bed with me."
Rod didn't look at her. He'd give her plenty of time to get over what had to be one hell of a shock, he thought. She'd soon get used to the idea. They'd both just had plenty of sex, anyway. He didn't mind sleeping on the couch. And maybe, after his strenuous workout with Tony's hot-ass wife, it was a damned good thing Linda had taken this attitude. He didn't have much trouble understanding it. His limp pecker felt bruised and sore from Madge's snapping snatch.