Chapter 7
ROD AND LINDA WERE WITH TONY AND Madge for the second time. Several days had passed since their first visit. Rod had been pestering Tony for another swapping session, partly because Linda was still refusing to have sex with him. He'd hinted once, then asked once, and after that he'd tried to give her the same silent treatment she'd been giving him since he'd swapped her off to Tony.
He'd even considered, and then rejected, the idea of raping his beautiful young wife. He'd kept hoping that somehow everything would work out. Meantime, he'd scored with one fairly attractive woman, a part of the deal in selling one of Tony's junkers, but he was anxious to get at the other swapping wives.
He felt cheated, as if he'd traded Linda for nothing. Not that he thought Madge wasn't a damned good piece. It was just that she was one woman, one piece, while he'd been thinking about the four other wives Tony had told him about. He couldn't understand why it was taking so long for them to be introduced to the rest of the swapping group.
The rule about not visiting the other wives alone seemed stupid to him. He'd told Tony that. His boss had just laughed and said that there had to be some rules, even when breaking rules. Rod had called Madge on the phone once, and she'd said much the same thing-and had volunteered the information that she'd been to a wild party the night before and was really too bushed to even think about sex. As if the hot-ass bitch could ever get that tired!
His thoughts returning to the present, Rod wondered when the hell they were going to make the switch. He and Linda hadn't been invited for dinner. They'd been there about fifteen minutes, and all were sipping a second drink. There'd been the usual yapping about nothing important. He hadn't said much, nor had he paid much attention to what the others were saying.
Hell, he was there for some action. Madge, the hot bitch, was sitting there with her shapely legs crossed, showing her tanned thighs like a teen-age teaser, and his pecker was getting stiffer by the second. He'd rather have screwed his own wife, though. Or, better yet, get a chance to go down on her. He was thinking he'd sure like to bury his face in her blonde--
"Let's finish our drinks and go to a bedroom, Rod," Madge said, interrupting his thoughts.
This he heard, loud and clear. He drained his glass, put it on an end table, and got up from the couch. He saw his wife's blue eyes flick down to the tent his hard cock was making in his pants. Then, afraid she'd leave him if he said something she didn't like, he hurriedly followed Madge's swaying buttocks.
Linda had been doing her share of the talking, but her mind hadn't been on the aimless chit-chat. She didn't really understand why she hadn't started having sex with her husband again. Because she'd told him so firmly that she wouldn't, she guessed.
It wasn't because she hated him. Actually, she didn't have much feeling for him one way or the other. She'd lost all respect for him, of course, and the love she'd felt. But mostly she disliked him because he'd caused her to lose her respect for herself.
She knew she was being silly for denying sex to her husband-as well as denying herself. A few times she'd almost gone to him as he slept on the couch, or had almost called out for him to come to her. Instead of doing what her common sense told her would be the logical thing, though, she'd played with herself.
Then, thinking of Tony-usually imagining that the handsome man had his mouth and tongue pressed to her hot flesh-she would finger herself to a climax. And not only during the night. During the day, alone in the apartment, she'd turned into something of a slave to her passions.
That one wild session with Tony seemed to have unleashed a dark side of herself she'd never known existed. She caught herself wishing she could do everything she'd ever heard or read about. Even when she wasn't particularly hot and passionate, she'd often acted out in her mind the things she wanted to try.
Not that she hadn't tried many positions with Tony. It was more than that. She wanted to try it with two men at the same time, maybe even with three. She wanted to be involved in a really swinging sex orgy. She wanted to put her mouth on Tony's penis, to take that hardness into her mouth.
"I understand that you haven't been sleeping with Rod, Linda."
Linda was startled by Tony's voice. Not by the words, but by the break in the long silence. She saw that his face and dark eyes were serious. The last time she'd noticed, he'd been looking at her crossed legs. His legs were crossed. She wondered if his penis was hard. She smiled and took a sip of her drink. She was beginning to like the stuff.
"Then my cheating husband must have also told you that I haven't been letting him screw me."
"Bitterness doesn't become you," Tony said, smiling. "Need I remind you that now you have to put yourself in the same category?" He held up his hand for a moment. "All right! You don't have to frown or glare! I'll admit that you can't be put in a class with Rod-so far."
"So far," Linda said softly. "So far I've only had sex with you. Would it put me in a class with Rod if I had sex with another man? Two more? Three?"
"I don't know why I bother to worry about you, Linda. Maybe because you're so young. Maybe because I had a hand in changing your life. I do know that you put too much importance on sex. For the wrong reasons, I mean. Sex is there to be enjoyed, just like the other good things in life. All you have to do is shake your feelings of guilt about what you call cheating, and you'll have a marriage as happy as mine."
"Do you really and truly believe that you have a happy marriage, Tony?"
"Yes," Tony said. "I'm not saying that our way of life could or would work for everybody, of course. But I do know that it works for us, as well as for millions just like us. Personally-and this may sound strange after the way I've just talked-I think you have a better chance to adjust to the swapping life than Rod has."
"Why? What makes you think that?"
"I have an idea Rod's the kind of guy who needs to put a wife on a pedestal. That could explain why he never had the nerve to teach you the things you enjoy so much. He could've been afraid that you'd laugh and make fun of him."
"That pedestal bit doesn't make much sense," Linda said, uncrossing her legs. "How could he feel that way about me and yet want to swap?"
Tony uncrossed his legs and got to his feet. "Hell, it'd take a psychiatrist or a psychologist to give you pat answers for anything having to do with sex. I'm just guessing about everything, of course, but I even doubt that Rod ever really loved you."
Linda finished her drink. Tony walked over and took the glass from her hand. She stared at the bulge there so close. "I don't want to talk any more," she said. "Why don't you take me to a bedroom?"
"We could stay right here," he said. "Maybe it'd be better if Rod did come in and see us. We could even go share the bed he and Madge are using now."
"No! I don't want him to see me!"
Linda didn't look up to meet Tony's eyes. He turned away just as she started to reach out and touch his poking penis. She watched as he got rid of the two glasses and started toward a bedroom. Then, telling herself that it was time to start shaking the feelings of guilt, she got up and followed.
The session started out like the first one they'd had, except that this time they were silent while they undressed. When she was naked, she climbed onto the bed and got on her back. Tony followed, again parting her legs and gazing at her exposed pussy for a few seconds before lowering his face.
She began squirming just as soon as his hot tongue licked her split. When he shoved his tongue in and began lapping her tingling clit, she cried out and wriggled wildly. Within seconds she arched and shuddered through a series of deep-rooted spasms of fulfillment that left her limp and breathless.
But she regained her breath and strength quickly enough to keep him from spearing his stiff shaft into her hot, moist flesh. With whispered words and pushing hands, she let him know what she wanted to do. He hesitated, seemingly about to say something, and then got flat on his back without a word.
A glance told her that he'd closed his eyes. She was glad of that. She got on her hands and knees and moved toward the foot of the bed. Her face only a few inches from the poking penis, she lifted one hand and gripped the base of the rigid shaft. It looked so big, so much bigger than she'd thought it was. Probably because she was so close, she decided.
She closed her eyes. What if she found she didn't like doing this? What if she started, then found that she hated it, and he wouldn't let her stop? He might grab her hair and keep his cock jammed in her mouth. She almost laughed. She could bite it. She'd bite the hell out of it if he wouldn't let her stop.
She opened her eyes. How foolish! She'd volunteered. She'd wanted to try it. She still did. He was a nice guy. He'd understand if she started and then discovered she didn't like it. She looked at his face again and saw that his eyes were still closed. And again she stared at the hard shaft, the dark red knob. She licked her trembling lips. Would he expect her to finish him that way? She'd read that some women took the stuff in their mouths and even swallowed it.
She felt a choking sensation. She'd also read that some women had to fight against gagging, no matter hew many times they did it just to please men, even when they didn't keep going until the man climaxed.
"I started to tell you a couple of minutes ago that it would be kind of foolish to do something you have to force yourself to do, Linda."
She didn't lift her eyes to Tony's face. She moved her circling fingers up and down on his rigid pecker. "I'm not exactly trying to force myself," she said. "I'm just hesitating ... because it'll be a first, I guess. And maybe because I'm afraid I'll find it less pleasant than in my fantasies."
"Feel free to stop at any time," Tony said. "I hate to sound indifferent, but I'm going to chance it by suggesting that it might be a good idea to save such an important first for your husband."
Linda lowered her face and brushed her parted lips across the blunt end of the hard prick. Rod didn't deserve any kind of a first from her. Tony did. He'd introduced her to so many thrilling firsts, she owed him a lot more than she did her husband.
She opened her mouth and slowly engulfed the entire head. Her first thought, though hazy, was in the form of a question. Why had she waited so long? It was a pleasant sensation. Excitingly so. The feel of the hard, throbbing flesh filling her mouth caused a warm glow to start spreading out from deep within her body.
She darted her tongue, tentatively, and heard Tony give a little groan. She circled her tongue around and around, rapidly losing herself in the pleasure of giving pleasure, yet aware enough to know that she was just as rapidly losing some of her awkwardness at performing the erotic act.
Taking more and more into her mouth, moving her head up and down with her lips tightly clamped around the stiff shaft, Linda soon found herself hoping that she wouldn't have to bite down to keep Tony from pushing her away.
She now realized that the real thing was far better than it had ever been in her fantasies. She could already feel a melting climax building in her hot loins, and she could already sense that when she made Tony's passion explode, her passion bubble would burst all by its lonesome.
And that, she thought without remorse, would be another exciting first to add to the many she'd happily experienced with Tony since she'd been shoved into the swapping life by a husband who'd never loved her. She speeded the tempo of her lavish worship, anxious to find out if she'd choke and gag at the spurting finish.
Tony gritted his teeth. His hands were clenched, and his arms were out-stretched, spasmodically jerking from pleasure. The young beauty needed no encouragement, he thought, watching her swirling silky blonde hair.
He'd had a strange wish to try and protect her from herself from the beginning-strange for him, anyhow. And, aside from not putting any pressure on her, he hadn't done a damn thing to keep her from doing what she'd wanted to do.
That last part made him feel better about the whole deal. She was doing what she wanted to do, and a good job of it, too. Maybe she'd started because of curiosity, he was almost sure she had, but she was keeping on because of an inner desire or need.
She was so young, so beautiful, so lovely. And she'd been so innocent. Most men would be pleased. He guessed he was in a way. But part of her charm had been her innocence. When he and Madge got through breaking her in, and the other swappers got a crack at her, she'd undoubtedly lose most of what had made her so attractive in the first place.
She was a quick learner. That seemed to be more proof of what he'd always thought. He felt that all humans performed all sex acts by instinct. The first time he'd gone down on a female he'd instinctively known exactly how to go about it.
Maybe some males had to be told how to touch the right spot, but females didn't have that possible problem. A man's prick was right there, out in the open, and thank old Mother Nature there was usually somebody around willing to engulf his, one way or the other, when it was erect and he was in a mood to have it sucked down.
Tony had been purposely letting his mind wander, deliberately trying to delay his galvanic orgasm as long as possible. He'd been doing this partly for selfish reasons, the sensation of getting sucked being as enjoyable as the gushing finale, but he'd also been doing it for Linda's benefit and enjoyment.
The greedy girl, no longer behaving like a novice at the erotic act so new to her, was, he knew, nearing her climax. He could tell by the way she was squirming her lovely nakedness, as well as by the strong suction she'd started applying only to the head of his throbbing tool.
Linda seemed to know what she was doing-instinct again, he thought-but he thought he ought to at least give her a token warning. After all, she was inexperienced, no matter how well she was doing, and she might not realize how fast it could happen without him even knowing the exact moment.
Tony knew that he had to make a decision, and that he'd better make it soon. He'd found that most females, no matter how long they had been at it, didn't like to go all the way with their mouths. Most, in fact, just used the oral method of stimulation to give, and find, an extra degree of pleasure while getting cocks hard enough to use for screwing.
Not that he hadn't encountered a few like his wife, of course. But not only was Madge an expert at French love, she was good at any kind of love or sex anybody could name. And some, he suspected, that might never have been named.
That wasn't really being fair, he thought, thrusting a few times as a warning signal, or actually true. His lovely wife just happened to be a totally uninhibited, free-wheeling sexpot. He was damned glad of it, too. He was her male counterpart, so that made them a perfect match.
Tony felt the muscles bunching in his legs. It wouldn't be long. Any second and he'd lurch and eject his boiling passion. He unclenched his fists and put his hands on the greedy girl's bobbing head.
"You'd better stop, Linda! Or prepare yourself!"
Her lower body began to shudder and tremble violently, and her lips and mouth and tongue worked even faster. He had only enough time to think that she'd decided to prepare herself for the deluge. Then he was lurching, entangling his fingers in her silky soft blonde hair, groaning as his throbbing cock jerked and twitched and discharged its load of lust.
After he'd removed his fingers from her hair, she kept right on going. He watched as her sleek nakedness slowly stopped trembling. She was in a class with Madge, he thought. And she, and her husband, had better adjust to that truth just as quickly as they could.
Linda finally lifted her face and big titties and sat back on her haunches. Her blue eyes were still filmed with passion, and her wet lips glistened. She boldly met his eyes and wiped the back of her hand across her mouth. "Did I do it right?"
He grinned. "You sure did, baby. If I didn't know differently, I'd swear that you'd had a lot of practice."
"I have had a lot of practice," she said. She laughed softly. "In my mind, that is. I enjoyed the real thing more, though. In fact, I've enjoyed all of my new sex adventures so far. When am I going to get a chance to meet your swapping friends and experience some more?"
"Soon," Tony said, watching as Linda lifted his prick and began bringing it back to a state of rigidity. "We're making plans, honey. Or Madge is. I'm leaving a few important details up to her, but I'm sure that you'll enjoy all of the things my sexy wife has planned."
Linda didn't say anything. Tony doubted that the lovely girl had even heard his last few words. Because she'd lowered her face, using her mouth and tongue in conjunction with her stimulating fingers, and he decided he'd wait a few minutes to tell her that one blow job was enough for one evening.
He also decided that he'd tell Madge that he thought the hot young beauty was ripe for her first venture into Lesbianism. The passive role, anyhow. And he'd be willing to bet just about anything that the greedy gal would soon become a free-wheeling sexpot like Madge.
Madge was being screwed by Rod and enjoying it. She was thinking about Linda. The next day, she decided, she'd get the lovely darling to come over, maybe for sunbathing on the patio, and then-well, then she'd see what happened when they were naked.
That settled, Madge let her mind wander. It was her second session of the evening with Rod. Their first had consisted of a slow sixty-nine, followed by a swift shift, and fast-bending climaxes. He'd taken her from behind that time, saying that he liked to play with her hanging boobies while pronging her from that position, and she'd been tempted to tell him that she wouldn't mind if he hit the other target.
But she'd discovered that many men were shocked to find that she enjoyed that, and even more shocked, and sometimes ashamed, to find that they enjoyed it so much. Even Tony, her dear understanding husband, never made a move in that direction unless she mentioned it.
That, she knew, was because he had a great fear of pain, of inflicting pain, and it was difficult for him to believe that it didn't hurt her more than she admitted. She wouldn't want that form of sex as a regular routine, of course. It was just that it did feel damned good at times, and it wasn't that the practice was all that unusual.
Rod, now on top, his strokes slow and steady, his face buried besides hers, had almost begged her to put him in contact with at least one other swapping couple. She'd said that she was making arrangements, and that he wouldn't have to wait much longer.
She hadn't thought it wise to chance telling him that she wanted Linda before the other swappers, male and female, got a crack at her. Nor had she wanted to tell him that she and Tony had been saving and then using most of their sexual energies when they were with the charming colored couple-along with Ava and Bert, of course.
Eighty miles was a time consuming trip for Simon and Hester, but they'd made it twice since the first wildly wonderful party that had lasted most of the night. She, along with Tony, Ava, and Bert, still couldn't decide whether or not the other members should be told about the colored couple.
They'd just about reached the conclusion that there was only one couple, and possibly the female half of another, with the necessary broad-mindedness that it took for integrated swapping. They weren't in any hurry to start sharing Simon and Hester anyhow, just as she and Tony weren't in any hurry to share Rod and Linda. They had promised Ava and Bert first crack, though. And as soon as she made it with Linda, or found out that she couldn't, she'd arrange a party.
Madge felt Rod quicken and deepen his strokes. She kept on caressing his muscular back and shoulders and matched the new pace. His fingers had been gripping her hips. They slipped around and under and gripped the cheeks of her ass. She swung her legs up and around and locked them around his waist.
Rod lifted his face. "Turn your snapper on," he said hoarsely. He pushed in and held. "Let me stay just like this while you milk me dry."
"All right," she said.
And that's what she did. She came with him, thrilling to the blissful sensations, returning his feverish tongue-lashing kiss, but in the back of her excited mind there were erotic thoughts of his beautiful young wife.