Chapter 6
"I'M SURPRISED YOU DIDN'T GO WITH Hester first," Madge said, watching as Bert came over and stood in front of her. "As the host, you had that privilege."
He grinned and took the empty glasses from her hands. "Maybe I was just giving you a chance to stop Tony. You don't seem all that happy about this whole deal, Madge."
"I'll admit that I was raised with ideas being pounded into my mind about certain things just not being done, but that included swinging before marriage and swapping afterward."
"Then you aren't prejudiced?"
"I don't think so. No, not in the way you mean, anyhow. I've been looking forward to this meeting, and I have no intentions of leaving, so how could I be prejudiced?"
"I guess I was mostly testing you," Bert said, taking the glasses over to the bar. "I figured you'd take it in stride. I'm not so sure about Tony, though. He just might blow his stack if he sees you with Simon.
Maybe even if he doesn't see anything and just gets to thinking about it afterward."
"I'm not worried, Bert. He never would have gone this far if he hadn't already made up his mind to. take everything in stride."
"I hope so," Bert said, "Hey, do you really want a drink right now?" He turned from the bar, his hand on a bottle of Scotch. "I already have a fairly good glow, and I'm also hoping this will turn into a long, fun-filled night."
"Maybe I'd better coast along on the glow I already have," Madge said. "How come you did let Tony have first crack at Hester? So he wouldn't be stuck with his own wife?"
Bert chuckled. "I could say that it was because I wanted to be with you first, couldn't I? But I won't. We know each other well enough for me not to have to lie. I've had Hester already, so it isn't as if I really gave anything up for Tony. Hester's fire-carcker hot, and she's almost your equal in the snapping department. She's quite an artiste with her mouth and tongue, too." He winked. "Again, like you."
"We might as well get comfortable while we're waiting to see if this is going to turn into a way-out, swinging blast," Madge said, standing. "Does Simon know you've been with his wife?"
"We had a threesome session at this place. Not the kind I prefer, I'll admit, but he isn't queer. That's a damned good test, you know, and he only looked at my snake with a natural interest."
"Did you go down on Hester?"
Bert grinned. "Just once."
"I should've known enough not to ask, by the way you were using your tongues when you kissed. She let me know with her eyes that she'd be happy to make it with me. I suppose she did the same with Ava."
"Ava already knew. I'd told her. I think if it hadn't been for Tony, and maybe that she wanted to prove something to herself, she would've picked Hester instead of Simon for her first trick." Bert chuckled. "If you'll pardon the expression."
Madge sensed that Bert knew about his sexy wife going back into the call-girl business part-time. She didn't say anything, though. Ava had practically asked her not to tell him, and she figured it would be best after all to keep her own activities in that line from Tony. Swapping and hustling were poles apart, no matter if Ava had tried to cast doubts on that fact.
They'd been undressing while talking. They'd been together so many times it was almost like a routine a settled married couple might go through. They weren't bored. If they had been, they wouldn't have bothered to get naked at that point. But they weren't in any hurry to get started. Madge doubted that Bert would climax, and she wasn't sure that she would. He'd voiced her own sentiments when he said he hoped it would turn into a long, fun-filled night.
After she was naked and had her clothes piled neatly on a chair, Madge sat down on the couch. Bert, his long, limber prick and heavy balls dangling, strolled over and sat down beside her. He put one arm around her shoulders and fondled her titties with his other hand. The big nipples got hard, and he leaned over and popped the nearest one into his mouth.
She enjoyed that, and the way his tongue began circling around and around the thick stiffness, but she still wasn't all that excited ... partly because she knew he wasn't.
Besides, she was in the mood for something more exciting than sex with a man she'd had before, even if that man did have the longest cock she'd ever had in her cunt or in her mouth.
Bert nibbled on her nipple with his lips and nipped with his teeth. Then he moved his mouth over and did the same to the other taut tip before lifting his mouth to hers. She parted her lips for his tongue. She let him slide the tip of his tongue back and forth across her teeth a few times before opening her mouth. They took turns sucking on each other's tongues.
Remembering the brief time Bert and Hester had touched lips and tongues, Madge wondered what Tony and the dusky doll were doing right then. She'd watched Tony doing everything there was to do with many white women. Was she prejudiced, after all? Would she be angry or disgusted or even jealous, watching him with a Negro woman?
And, maybe even more important, just how would he react if he saw her with a Negro man? He'd seen her with many men, before and after their marriage, doing everything there was to do, but she really hadn't been as confident as she'd tried to make Bert think. It was possible that Tony would blow his stack.
As Bert pulled his mouth and tongue away, she laughed nervously. He wanted to know what was so funny. She sketched her thoughts, then wondered aloud about the possibility of Tony going down on Hester.
"Why wouldn't he?" Bert asked. "We swappers are basically hedonistic where sex is concerned, and I'll let you name the amount and give you two-to-one odds that you'll eventually go the whole route with Simon. As well as with Hester, of course,"
"For me to bet would probably be just like giving you the money right now," she said, reaching for his long shaft. "Your snake's coming to life. I think I'll help it along."
"Simon's really a long-lasting stud," Bert said, parting his legs as she slipped off the couch and got on her knees. "Compared to him, I have a short fuse."
"Ava must be laboring happily then," Madge said, pushing in between his legs. She moved her circling fingers up and down on the long tool. "Your snake's getting harder, and I'm getting hotter." She met his eyes. "I don't want to climax right away, though. Remember the time Ava and I worked on this beauty for what seemed to be hours, and when we finally gavcup it was still poking up just as proudly as when wo started?"
"I used to worry about things like that," Bert said, leaning back and closing his eyes. "Now all I worry about is the day or night when it might not get hard at all. I think I'd rather be dead."
"Don't talk like that," Madge said. "I think if T had one of these, it'd droop at the very thought of death."
"Birth, life, and death," Bert said. "One's just as natural as the other. I couldn't fear birth, I don't fear life, so why should I fear death?"
"What a subject to be discussing at a time like this!"
"One subject's as good as another. We're just batting the breeze, stalling, both wondering what might be going on in the two bedrooms, both hoping that later this meeting will turn into a sex orgy. Did you know that women first started wearing lipstick as a sign that they were willing to do what you're getting ready to do? How's that for a somewhat worthless bit of information? Tell the average woman that nowadays, and she'd be ready to kill you-even if she did put a dick in her mouth every morning before breakfast."
"Maybe we should go do some peeking," Madge said, blowing her warm breath on the head of his now totally erect cock. "We could even join Ava and Simon."
"We could just as easily join Hester and Tony."
Madge opened her mouth wide and engulfed the glistening head of the long, smooth shaft. She heard Bert give a little gasp, and felt the tingling in her loins that always accompanied the erotic act. Giving the pleasure, exercising a kind of thrilling power, had always given her great pleasure.
Often, in her younger years, she'd had an orgasm when the man came, without being touched herself. It had been a long time since that had happened, though. Almost as long as it had been since she'd choked and gagged during or after catching a spurting ejaculation in her mouth.
Because she did enjoy that form of sex so much, and had developed a technique that always brought expressions of gratitude from the husbands, she'd verbally and visibly given instructions to the other swapping wives in their group, with the exception of Ava. That big blonde hadn't needed any instruction about anything having to do with sex.
Madge felt Bert's fingers entangling in her hair. She'd been slowly moving her head up and down, taking all she could into her mouth and throat, letting her mind drift aimlessly while stimulating the thrusting staff.
"I just might make it in a few more minutes, by damn!"
She didn't know how long she'd been going. Ten minutes or so, she guessed. She wasn't tired. Her own passion had been building, growing, but she wasn't anywhere near a climax.
Bert didn't remove his fingers from her hair, so she knew that he wanted to climax. If he did come in a few more minutes, it was going to be unusually fast for him. She wondered if it had something to do with Simon and Hester being there. If so, then it must have had just the opposite effect on her. Maybe she'd been unconsciously holding back, saving herself for the exciting events and episodes she hoped would take place later.
"We could get on the carpet, Madge. Or use the couch, for that matter. I'll be damned if I don't think I'm going to come right away. I'm making an offer, of course. If you aren't ready, if you'd rather wait for Simon, it's all right with me."
Madge, undecided about making the race for her climax, had pulled her head up until only the big knob was in her mouth. Her lips were working on the glans, and her tongue was jabbing and lapping to stimulate the sensitive areas at the cleft and the ridge.
"Keep going, honey! I'll help you!"
At the same time she heard Ava's loud words, Madge felt the excited blonde's hands on her ass. She kept on going, wondering if Simon had also entered the living room, thinking fleetingly that maybe he'd take a turn at her. With his mouth and tongue, like Ava was getting into a position to do, or with his dark brown prick.
Or both ways, she thought, sliding her knees outward on the thick carpet to make her pussy more easily accessible to Ava's greedy mouth. Maybe Tony and Hester were also watching. She hoped they were. Tony, anyhow. She was anxious to find out if there'd be a problem. If so, they'd have to solve it the best they could.
Madge could have lifted her face and looked. Bert's fingers were still entwined in her hair, but she knew that the slightest upward pressure of her head would cause him to remove them. She also knew that the man's long snake was indeed about to shoot off. That realization, along with the delightful sensations Ava was producing, had her passion soaring enough to keep her from wanting to take the time to look.
Ava, on her back, had slipped her head between Madge's legs. She was kissing and licking Madge's buttocks.
Madge heard Bert groan. She slowed the motions of her mouth and tongue and pulled her knees closer together. Her thighs made contact with Ava's warm cheeks. She felt the blonde tugging on her ass, and eagerly lowered herself to Ava's lifting face.
She felt the warm breath, then the hot tongue licking her moist gash. She quickened the motions of her mouth and tongue. She heard Bert groan again and felt his fingers digging into her scalp. She felt the tongue slipping into her quivering flesh and heard a little moan coming from deep within her own throat.
Ava's tongue plunged in and out of Madge's hot cunt. Madge pushed down and squirmed until Ava's tongue went to her stiff clit.
"Now!" Bert said loudly.
Madge had already felt the tell-tale expansion, just as she'd felt the beginning of her own shuddering release. She knew Ava had heard Bert's outburst, because the blonde's tongue had started lapping furiously. Madge fondled Bert's balls with one hand, moved the circling fingers of her other hand rapidly up and down the long shaft, and spasmed at the same time the snake spurted and sprayed.
"Beautiful," Ava said. "Sometimes I feel so sorry for the stupid squares unable to rid themselves of the old-fashioned, narrow-minded, prudish shackles that imprison their minds."
"And their bodies," Bert said, chuckling.
He had his head back and his eyes closed. Madge had continued until his snake was totally limp. She'd swung around and was sitting on the carpet, her back against the couch, managing to hide her disappointment at finding there hadn't been any witnesses. Ava was also sitting on the carpet, a position she'd taken right after pulling out from under Madge.
"You are in a good mood," Madge said, smiling. "Simon really must have worked you over. I didn't feel or hear you thrashing around while your dear husband and I were blasting off, anyhow."
"Even I have limitations," Ava said, laughing.
"Simon's stamina is almost unbelievable. He told me he'd played it safe by having a session with Hester before they left home, but even so, few men could last through three of my climaxes. Not when they'd never been with me before, anyway."
"You just walked out and left him alone?"
"He isn't suffering, honey. He sent me to get you, and asked if I thought you'd be willing to make it a threesome. I didn't realize that Bert would want to climax so early in the evening."
"Why don't you bring Simon in here?" Bert asked, opening his eyes. "I imagine we'll all be in here sooner or later." He grinned. "Give this old man enough exciting sights, and he must might prove he's still no slouch in the stamina department."
Ava smiled and got to her feet. "Your reputation isn't at stake, honey. Sex shouldn't be a contest, anyhow-in stamina or in size." She looked from Bert to Madge. "Would you rather I bring Simon in here?"
"I'd like to take a peek at Tony and Hester first," Madge said, scrambling to her feet. "I mean, before I make any decision about Simon-here, or in a bedroom."
"That's no problem," Ava said. "We didn't close the bedroom doors. I'm sure they've made it once, though, in one way or another, because when I looked in they were just smooching and fooling around." The blonde frowned. "Come on. Let's get this over."
Madge followed, her pulse and heartbeat quickening. Ava stopped at the first bedroom doorway. Madge stood beside. Ava and looked. They had a side view of the bed.
Tony was on his hands and knees, straddling Hester, his face buried between her dark drown, wide-spread legs. Her chocolate-colored buttocks were raised by a pillow, and Tony's fingers were gripping her slowly squirming hips. Hester, her mouth engulfing the head of his stiff prick, her lips working slowly, was gently pressing and caressing his testicles.
"They're just getting started," Ava whispered. "It'd be a shame to interrupt them now, honey."
"Go get Simon," Madge said, speaking just as softly, not taking her eyes from the exciting sight. She was pleased to find it didn't disgust her. She started to add that they might as well let Bert watch too, but she saw that Ava had hurried along the hallway.
Tony's head began to bob up and down. Working her lips faster, Hester reached up and tugged at his butt. Madge, freed from one of her worries, turned and rushed to the living room. The only hurdle left now, aside from her sexual activities with Simon and Hester, would be approached when Tony saw her in action with one or both of them. She could only hope that he'd pass that test as well as she had.
Bert was still leaning back on the couch, his long snake still limp, his eyes closed. There was plenty of room without moving chairs and tables. Madge walked to the center of the room, put her hands on her hips, and stared at the doorway leading to the hall.
Ava entered first, then Simon. Ava stepped aside, and gave the dark man a little push. His upright prick was almost black. His blazing black eyes flicked up and down Madge's naked body, but he only took a few steps, then stopped.
Madge dropped her hands to her sides and smiled. "I guess you saw Tony and Hester making it, Simon. Later I want a chance at your lovely wife, too."
Simon grinned and moved forward. Madge dropped to her knees and put both hands on the thrusting tool. She took the hard knob into her mouth. For some reason she was momentarily disappointed. She guessed she'd been expecting something really special. Except for the color, his dong was just like a white man's.
She felt Simon's fingers stroking her shoulders. The whole idea was strangely exciting, because she was doing something so many considered forbidden, she supposed. But wasn't that an important part of the fun of being a swinger and a swapper?
Madge heard Bert chuckle. She worked her mouth and tongue expertly enough to make Simon let out a little groan and lurch forward. Then she pulled away and quickly got on her back. Simon followed her down. He buried his face between her breasts and stroked her body with his hands. She saw that Bert had moved his butt to the edge of the couch, and that Ava had moved closer for a better view.
Simon lifted his face and started sucking on her left tit. She started to get hot. She squirmed her ass against the soft carpet and caressed his warm back and shoulders. He glided his mouth and tongue down into the deep valley and up to the hard nipple on her jutting right mound. She met Ava's glittering blue eyes, then glanced over and saw that Bert's snake was raising its head.
Ava said, "Go down on her just long enough to get her steaming, Simon. Then she can go down on me while you prong her from behind. After that we'll try some other interesting arrangements."
"That's all right," Madge said. "I want it that way."
Simon had already started to trace a wet zigzag path down across Madge's trembling belly. She parted her legs, but he didn't even take time to kiss her inner thighs. He managed to part the short hairs with his tongue, and was greedily and expertly lapping her tingling clit before she could do much more than lift her ass from the carpet.
She had to fight against starting the race to fulfillment. She held her butt firmly against the carpet and looked at the dark brown fingers that had reached up to squeeze her throbbing titties. She didn't try to check the little moans of pleasure that escaped from between her parted lips.
Ava dropped to her hands and knees and kissed
Madge full on the mouth. Madge thrilled to the way two tongues were plunging in two different places. Ava broke the tongue-probing kiss and rapped her knuckles on Simon's bobbing head. Simon lifted his face, let go of Madge's tits, and sat back on his haunches.
Twisting around, Ava gracefully got on her back and parted her legs. She lifted her butt, wiggled, and stroked her blonde pussy hairs. "Come on, Madge." She laughed low in her throat. "And don't make a mistake, Simon!"
A frown flickered across Simon's dark, handsome face. Then he chuckled, showing perfect white teeth. "Don't worry. I always wait until I've been guided to the right target."
"That's the only act of sex in which I've never found any beauty," Ava said, lowering her ass and removing her caressing fingers from her twat. "And I'm happy to say Madge agrees with me. Right, honey?"
"Right," Madge said, willing to admit that a few times the pleasure had been worth the pain involved.
She pulled her feet and legs up enought to miss Simon's staring face, and rolled over on her side. That put her face near Ava's big breasts. As she swung her buttocks around toward Simon, she tongued Ava's nearest spiked mound.
She felt Simon's hands on her hips and, by walking backward on her knees while trailing her parted lips and darting tongue along Ava's smooth flesh, she got in position for Simon's penetration. Slipping her hands under and gripping the cheeks of Ava's firm bottom, thrilling to the exciting fragrance, she placed her opened mouth against the soft, smooth crevice.
She felt the blunt end of Simon's stiff shaft gently touching, seeking admittance. She pulled her right hand from under Ava's slowly squirming buttocks, reached back between her legs and grasped the hard cock, and placed the head at the right spot. He pushed, and the knob slipped in. He left it there until she'd returned her hand to Ava's smooth ass.
Then, as he shoved his rigid pecker further into her quivering pussy, she shoved her tongue into Ava's cunt. The blonde gasped, then moaned with pleasure as Madge's tongue touched her slippery clit.
Simon started screwing Madge. His steady strokes went deeper and deeper, his fingers gripping her hips, his warm flesh soon bumping hers with each forward push.
Madge started lapping Ava's clit. She matched the pace set by Simon, and soon Ava was moving her hips in perfect harmony. The three moved as one, in rhythmic unity, and Madge hoped they would reach a simultaneous climax.
But that wasn't to be. Ava started coming first. And even as she started to shudder, the squirming blonde told Simon to save his climax for her. Madge, wanting to feel the explosive spurts, put her inner muscles into play.
Simon pushed in and held, then slipped one hand around and under and inserted a finger into her hot, moist crack. She was already balanced on the brink. The expert fingering of her clit sent her toppling over the edge. She shuddered spasmodically, seconds after Ava sagged. Simon withdrew his finger and his hard cock, and she lifted herself until she was on her hands and knees.
"It isn't that I want to be selfish," Ava said, wriggling out from under Madge. "It's just that I worked so damned hard in the bedroom, I decided I deserved having Simon during his first climax. Why don't you let Hester and Tony take our places?"
Still on her hands and knees, watching Ava getting into position for Simon to get on top, Madge hadn't realized Tony and Hester were in the room. With a faint queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach, she waited until Simon had pushed his thrusting tool between Ava's parted legs before she looked in the other direction.
As she saw the two pair of feet, the brown and the white, she heard Bert chuckle and say, "I suppose I might as well let my sex-happy wife play with my snake!"
But Madge didn't look to see how the husband was arranging himself and his long snake for his sex-happy wife. She tilted her face upward and let her gaze linger on the woman's black triangle and her own husband's prick.
His hard-on caused her to feel a welcome surge of relief even before she looked up and met Tony's friendly dark eyes. She smiled, then met Hester's twinkling black eyes. "Do I have to give you both a formal invitation or some damn thing?"
Hester quickly dropped down and wriggled into the place Ava had so recently vacated. Staring at the fascinating female flesh, which she was sure would turn out to be mainly different only in color, Madge felt her husband getting into the position Simon had recently been in.
But, even as she reached to guide the hard cock, and lowered her face to the exciting pussy, the most important thing to Madge was the knowledge that she and her husband hadn't destroyed the marriage that she knew many people would consider unworthy of saving.