Chapter 8
"I USED TO HOPE THAT ROD AND I COULD have a place like this some day," Linda said, looking around the patio and the enclosed backyard. "Are you sure nobody can see through or over that board fence?"
"I had Tony go take a check the first time I stripped naked," Madge said. She laughed and reached around and unfastened her white halter. "Personally, I wouldn't raise hell if I discovered somebody peeking, honey. There are so few real pleasures in this life I'd hate to knock anybody out of something that wouldn't do me a bit of harm."
"Do you and Tony discuss everything?" Linda asked, staring at Madge's naked breasts. "Everything having to do with your swapping experiences, I mean."
Madge tossed the brief halter onto a lounge chair. "We don't try and hide anything from each other, Linda. Why?"
"Then you know what I did last night?"
Not sure how she should answer, Madge silently tugged the side zipper down, then peeled the tight white shorts down along her long tanned legs. She tossed the shorts onto the lounge chair while straightening up. The beautiful blue eyes were fixed upon her reddish-brown triangle.
"You didn't answer my question," Linda said, lifting her eyes, then looking away.
"I know that you had sex with my husband," Madge said, stepping out from under the metal awning into the bright sunshine.
"You know what I mean, Madge. Did Tony tell you what I did to him?"
Madge stretched out on her back on the thick blanket she used for sunbathing. She clasped her fingers behind her head and looked at the gorgeous young blonde's shapely bare legs. Direct bluntness, she decided, might be the best way to handle the entire situation. This was a first for her. She'd never before seduced a female, or tried to, for that matter.
"I know that you went down on Tony, Linda, and that you enjoyed it. He said that with a little more practice you'll be as skilled as I am."
Linda's beautiful face had flushed slightly. "I don't think I like the idea of being talked about like that."
"You'd better start getting used to it, honey. Swappers spend more time talking about sex than they do anything else. Hey, aren't you going to take your clothes off and get some sun? You act as if you'd never seen a nude female before."
"You have a beautiful body," Linda said, lifting her fingers to the top button on her pale blue blouse. "It's easy for me to understand why Rod would want you."
"I can say the same thing about Tony even before I see your body," Madge said, smiling. "Have you talked to Rod yet, Linda?"
"No," Linda said, slipping out of the blouse. She glanced around, then tossed the thin garment on top of Madge's shorts and halter. "And don't ask me why. I can't really understand why I don't want him to even touch me."
"Maybe I made a mistake when I helped trick you into that first swapping session, honey. I do want you to know that I didn't intend to help ruin your marriage."
"I've read that swapping has saved more marriages than it has destroyed," Linda said, wriggling out of her tight beige skirt. "It sounded silly when I read it, and it seems even sillier to me now."
Madge closed her eyes seconds after Linda's big breasts swung free. She was afraid the young girl would see the greedy gleam in her eyes. Tony had said that the lovely darling was an uninhibited free-wheeling sexpot, like her, but that didn't mean that the young beauty would easily swing into the delightful Lesbian activities.
Maybe she should wait until they were at a swinging party. Most of the wives were introduced to gay sex at such wild affairs. Seeing all the various sex scenes, drinking, being urged on by a group of naked males and females somehow made it easier. It'd been that way with her. She hadn't been married. But she'd been at a swinging party. And she'd gone the whole route that very night. With two lovely females.
Madge opened her eyes in time to see the blonde pussy being exposed. She kept right on boldly staring after Linda had straightened. But she only let her greedy gaze sweep up as high as the jutting titties. And she didn't trust her voice enough to speak. She was afraid whatever she might say would come out in a series of stammering squeaks.
"This feels so strange," Linda said, stepping out from under the awning. "Being completely naked out-of-doors, I mean."
"You'll get used to it," Madge managed to say, glad her softly-spoken words hadn't betrayed her nervousness or her almost overwhelming desire. What the hell had happened to the direct bluntness she'd decided to use? "I find that being naked outside like this often makes me sexy hot."
"I often find myself that way under any and all circumstances," Linda said, laughing and getting on the blanket beside Madge. "Tony told me that you were planning a party where we could meet some of the other swappers, or words to that effect anyhow."
Linda had gotten on her back, not touching Madge, but the warmth emanating from her luscious body seemed even hotter than the sun to Madge.
Lifting on an elbow, careful not to touch the dazzling female flesh she wanted to kiss and tongue, Madge saw that Linda had closed her eyes. Because of the bright sun, she guessed, wondering if she should offer to go get a pair of dark glasses.
"You'll blister," she said, forgetting the dark glasses she never used and remembering the suntan lotion she'd seldom used since her skin had developed such a deep tan. "How thoughtless of me!"
Madge scrambled to her feet and ran into the house. How stupid she'd been! Such a perfectly logical reason for putting her hands on the truly magnificent body, and she was fumbling around in a cabinet for a tube of magic that just about had to work wonders!
When she returned, within seconds, Madge saw that Linda had turned over on her stomach. That might be better, she thought, dropping to her knees beside the nude beauty. It wouldn't do to rush things too fast. As she'd undoubtedly do if she got her hands on the jutting mounds. Linda would probably automatically object to having her titties rubbed, anyhow.
"I thought it'd be a good idea for me to give you a warning or whatever before your first swapping party," Madge said, squeezing a few drops of lotion into the palm of one hand. "That's one reason I called and asked if you'd like to come over this afternoon."
"I think I'm prepared," Linda said, her voice slightly muffled against the heavy blanket. "I've read a great deal about the swappers, you know, and now I'll just have to get used to the idea of having a man in front of witnesses." She giggled. "Or men!"
Madge rubbed her hands together and started applying the lotion to Linda's smooth shoulders. She thrilled to the touch, but she positioned her knees so that she could look along the length of the smooth nakedness. The creamy buttocks, the long legs, the entire beautiful body was flawless.
"You seem to have forgotten one important thing," she said, slowly working her hands down to the delightfully rounded buttocks. "Didn't the articles you read have anything to say about some of the wives getting their jollies without the help of the husbands?"
There was a short silence. Then Linda said, "Yes. Sure, I've read about some of the wives having sex with each other. But I hadn't thought much about it, not when thinking about your group anyhow. I guess I thought you'd let me know if..."
"I'm letting you know now," Madge said shortly after Linda's words had trailed off. She caressed and kneaded the resilient cheeks of the lovely ass, not bothering to get the lotion that she'd really needed before reaching the sleek behind. "Tony tells me that you enjoy being kissed below, honey. Would you object to having a woman give you pleasure like that?"
There was another silence, longer this time, and Madge again cautioned herself about being too hasty. Linda was squirming slightly, seemingly getting excited, but it was too soon to take an all-out gamble. She wouldn't consider force. She'd hate like hell to have an outraged female on her hands.
"Have you let any of the wives do that to you, Madge?"
"Sure," Madge said, walking on her knees until her face and eyes were only inches from her busy fingers and fragrant flesh. "It even feels better than with a man. That's natural, I suppose." She laughed. "Meaning, of course, that it's natural for a woman to know exactly how to please another woman."
"Tony sure pleased me!"
Again Madge laughed. "And Rod pleased me!"
She pulled her fingers away and her upper body back when she saw that Linda was turning over. She caught a glimpse of the exciting pink flesh, the glistening gash before the lovely thighs closed.
Staring at the blonde mat, wondering if she dared bury her face without another word, Madge let out a little sigh. She almost wished she hadn't started the seduction. She wasn't sure that she wanted the responsibility of introducing any female to Lesbianism.
Not wanting to meet the girl's eyes, and unwilling to pull her gaze from the provocative pussy, Madge said softly, "I'm sure that I don't have to explain what I meant by going into all the clinical details, Linda. Just as I'm sure that you've guessed the real reason I have you here like this."
"Maybe you'd better put that real reason into words, Madge."
Madge had watched Linda's lower body tense. She looked and saw that the young beauty's eyes were closed. "I'm going to have a swapping couple here tomorrow evening, Linda. You'll like Ava and Bert. He has a little over eight inches. Ava's a blonde, bigger than you, and she'd rather lap a cunt than suck a cock."
Linda's eyes opened wide. Madge smiled. "Too blunt for you? Well, if you're going to be a swinger, you'd better learn to take everything in your stride. Personally, I've always thought I'd rather go down on a man. Now, after seeing and touching you, I'm not so sure. You don't have to say a word, honey." Madge shifted her gaze back to the mat of curly blonde hairs. "If it's all right with you, just part your lovely legs."
As the lovely legs did part, Madge smiled happily, lifted and shifted, and crouched on her knees between the creamy thighs. She heard a soft little gasp drift down from above, then a soft little moan as she leaned on her elbows and gently parted the silky hairs with trembling fingers.
Feeling Linda's fingers touching her shoulders, then moving over to her head, entangling in her hair, she watched the sweet split being pushed upward. She decided not to go through the usual pleasure-filled preliminaries. Linda was already hot, steaming, and there'd be plenty of time to teach the young darling all of the delightful Lesbian activities she was willing to learn.
These thoughts flickering through her feverish mind while she was lowering her face, Madge pressed her opened mouth to the moist groove. Linda lifted her ass high off the blanket. Madge slipped her hands under and clasped the slowly squirming butt.
Then Madge licked the puffy lips a few times, causing Linda's fingers to dig into her scalp, and bringing little cries of pleasure floating down from above. Even before Madge's tongue touched the stiff and slippery clit, Linda began to squirm furiously.
When Madge's tongue did touch the swollen organ, and she started lapping, Linda wriggled wildly and within a few seconds cried out that she was coming. Madge, having to tighten the grip of her fingers on the bouncing butt to keep from losing contact with the sensitive spot, thought dimly that the sexy young girl was even hotter and faster than Ava.
As soon as Linda shuddered one last time and went limp, Madge rested her flushed cheek on one of the sleek and warm thighs. She wasn't anywhere near a climax. She was hot, that was for sure, but it would take more than going down on a female to make her come. She wished she had a man right then, though. Or better yet, while she'd been exercising the strange and thrilling power over Linda-
"Are you suffering or anything, Madge?"
Madge raised up and met Linda's blazing blue eyes. "No, I'm not suffering or anything," she said, laughing. "Why? Did you have something in mind?"
"I'm not sure," Linda said. "I mean ... well, I'd decided to try everything at least once, but now I'm not sure I could..."
Tm not asking for any favors," Madge interrupted. "I enjoyed myself. Tremendously. I get a big bang out of giving almost as much as I do out of receiving. So you don't owe me a damn thing, honey."
"I've read about women doing other things together," Linda said, averting her eyes. "I think I'd like to try some of them. If s just that I'm not ready to commit myself an whether or not I could..."
This time Linda stopped talking without being interrupted. Madge said that she understood, meaning it, and then suggested that they go take a refreshing shower.
Then, getting to her feet, she looked down at Linda's poking titties. "Next time I'll start at those twin beauties," she said, smiling. "Do you think you'll like that?"
"I know I will," Linda said, scrambling to her feet. "I know damn well I will!"
Linda wondered how long she'd been staring at the white ceiling. Ten minutes? Fifteen? Not that it made any difference, she thought. She was enjoying herself while resting. Just thinking about, and reliving, the thrilling pleasures she'd experienced during the previous hour or so was fun. Not as much fun as the real thing, but then it was a sad fact that one couldn't be sexually active all of the time.
The quick climax she'd had out in the bright sunshine had only been the beginning. Not much, really, compared to what had followed inside the house and on the bed. Outside, on the blanket, it'd been over before she could brace herself mentally or physically.
But inside, on the bed, she'd really learned the truth about how wiser a female was when it came to pleasing another female. They hadn't showered, after all. No then. Madge, saying that she didn't think she could wait to put her mouth on such magnificent mounds, had told her to get on the bed. She'd willingly obeyed.
The next few minutes, she knew, would always be blissfully hazy in her mind, because once they were on the bed, Madge hadn't gone directly to her erect nipples. She'd kissed her full on the mouth. Feeling the female lips fastened to hers in a passionate kiss had shocked her, partly because of what had so recently happened, partly because they were feminine. They were so soft and smooth, so much like her own. It was, she remembered thinking a little wildly, almost like kissing herself. And in a sense she had. But when the sweet tongue had darted into her mouth, and she'd become vividly aware of the female fingers fondling her breasts, she'd returned the torrid kiss, heatedly using her tongue. From that moment on, she'd given herself over completely to her easily aroused passions. Almost. She hadn't taken the final, all-important step.
Madge had broken the tongue-probing kiss. Green eyes glittering, the lovely woman had then kissed and licked and sucked her throbbing tits. That lavish worship had gone on and on until she'd blurted out something about not being able to take it any longer. At the time she'd thought this had been the truth. But she'd found that she was able to take a lot more, and enjoy the near-agony of being kept balanced right on the brink of melting ecstasy for many glorious minutes.
Madge's greedy tongue had hardly missed an inch of her squirming body, front or back. Skirting her pulsating pussy, Madge had kissed and tongued right on down to her tingling toes. She'd turned over on her belly when Madge had huskily whispered for her to do so. Having her buttocks kissed had almost made her climax.
She remembered Madge laughing and saying that even the suntan lotion tasted good. That'd been when the caressing lips and tongue had reached her shoulders; and just before, Madge had excitedly told her to flip over on her back.
She'd thought then that Madge meant to go down on her right away. But she'd been wrong. The opened mouth had returned to hers, and the length of the naked female flesh had pressed against her nakedness. Breasts against breasts, thighs against thighs, and loins grinding against loins.
That had felt damned good. She hadn't even noticed the lack of a prick. Maybe that wasn't exactly true. But she hadn't really missed a male penetration. Somehow, and it still amazed her, the sensation produced by their cunts rubbing together had felt just about as good as it would've if there'd been a hard cock. Because she'd been so hot, she guessed.
She'd grabbed Madge's wriggling buttocks, really using her hands for the first time. Then, just when she'd been sure that she was going to climax at any moment, Madge had broken from her mouth and wasted no time in moving her face downward. She'd lurched at her greedy mouth; touched and grabbed Madge's soft hair. It had been better than the first time and far better than with Tony at any time, Linda thought.
Somehow, Madge had managed to prolong the wondrous pre-climax pleasure. Time after time the stimulating tongue had ceased its expertly applied caresses just before the shuddering spasms that eventually had her butt bouncing like crazy.
She was second-guessing, but she believed she would have reciprocated had Madge shifted around. She hadn't closed her eyes, even though the exquisite pleasure had been almost blindingly intense.
Seeing Madge squirming, groping with her own fingers, and hearing the passionate woman saying something about wishing to hell she had a man's stiff shaft in her, had caused her to make a quick move before she'd fully recovered. She remembered thinking that if she couldn't, or wouldn't, use her mouth, the least she could do was help with her finger. She'd known how to do that. She'd done it often enough to herself. Probing in the hot moist flesh, finding the right spot, she'd sucked on a hard thick nipple while fingering Madge through a climax. Sucking on the nipple still stood out in her mind just as much as the other.
And, again second-guessing, she believed that she would have buried her face between Madge's thighs right then if the older woman hadn't started talking.
Warning her, saying that some females got hooked on the gay sex to the extent that they ruined themselves for men, Madge had sounded very serious and sincere. She hadn't said anything, doubting that anything would ever make her not want sex with a man, and she still thought the sexy woman had been a little late with the warning.
Madge had also talked about the wife named Ava being a call girl. Linda had said that she couldn't see much difference in that and swapping. Madge had tried to explain the difference, the way most of the swapping wives would look at it, but she still thought it was drawing an awfully thin line to be scornful of the one and not the other.
Linda had laughed, still not sure that she'd just been kidding, and said that if she were to become a whore she wouldn't need a husband for any reason. Madge, again seriously, had said that the last thing she and Tony and the other swappers wanted was to break up a marriage. .
Not wanting to talk about her marriage, or her husband, Linda had swung from the bed and hurried to the bathroom. Finding one of Madge's rubber bathing caps, she'd showered, thinking that Madge would join her. But returning, she'd discovered that Madge had showered in another bathroom.
She'd been ready for more sex. Madge, already back on the bed, had looked her up and down, smiled, and told her to stretch out and take a little rest. She had. They hadn't touched, and there hadn't been any touching or anything said since.
"It's a trite saying or question, honey, but I could offer you a penny for your thoughts."
Linda turned her face and met Madge's green eyes. She lifted herself up, still not touching the lovely tanned flesh, and leaned on an elbow. "I was thinking mostly about the pleasure you gave me," she said. She smiled and arched her eyebrows. "And you?"
"I've been thinking that I might've talked too much, Linda. I wasn't supposed to mention Ava's return to the oldest profession."
"I won't let out that I know," Linda said, shifting her gaze to Madge's breasts. The poking mounds weren't as big as hers, though not all that much smaller, but the blunt nipples were at least four times the size of her pointed tips.
"Aie you excited about the party tomorrow night, honey?"
"You know I am," Linda said, moving until she was on her hands and knees beside Madge. "I think I'm ready to experiment some more." She laughed nervously, then sobered when she saw a frown flick across Madge's features. "If I'm going to be a swinger, I might as well go all out!"
"That's entirely up to you," Madge said softly. "Just make sure that you don't try and blame me or anybody else for what we both know you're doing because you want to do it."
Linda closed her eyes for a few seconds. She had been trying to blame everything on Rod. He'd started her on the road she'd taken, but she had been easy to push along.
She opened her eyes and saw that Madge's eyelids had lowered. Staring at the parted lips, then at the thrusting tits, she felt a choking sensation like the one she'd experienced just before going down on Tony. She had enjoyed doing that, she thought, quickly moving until she was kneeling between Madge's thighs.
Her face was now near the shallow navel. Putting her hands on the firmly pointed hips, she lowered her mouth and planted a wet kiss just below the dainty belly-button. Then, wanting to please as she'd been pleased, she kissed and tongued her way down to the short reddish-brown hairs.
Feeling Madge's buttocks beginning to squirm against the mattress, feeling the silky hairs tickling her chin, Linda lost some of her calmness. Her senses beginning to reel, she slipped her knees lower on the bed. She lifted her face just enough to get a look at the vaginal lips.
She remembered the times she'd used a mirror to look at herself. This was similar, like gazing at her own pussy. Only her hairs were blonde, her flesh a lighter pink. She felt a moment of panic. What if she couldn't go through with it? What if she started and then wanted to stop? Had to stop? She remembered thinking much the same just before going down on Tony. She'd thought about biting his prick. She'd bite Madge's pussy! She almost laughed.
Without hesitating any longer, Linda lowered her opened mouth to the smooth, soft slit. She heard Madge moan as the moist warmth surged upward. Knowing there would be no turning back, she plunged her tongue in, probed, and found the slippery clit.
So big, she thought dimly, so much longer and thicker than hers. The stiff flesh was throbbing against her tongue, just as all of the hot inner flesh was quivering and trembling, lurching towards Linda's greedy mouth. She slipped her hands under the buttocks and clasped them firmly.
She felt Madge's sleek thighs clamping against her cheeks, Madge's fingers entangling themselves in her hair. She didn't feel like a prisoner but just the opposite. She felt so powerful, so gloriously in control. It was similar to the thrilling power she'd exerted over Tony.
She'd had the husband, now she was having the wife. There'd be more husbands, more wives, and maybe she'd even do all the wonderful things with her own husband.
Linda, laboring happily, dimly heard whispered instructions from above. She quickly shifted her heated body around until she knew that Madge was laboring just as happily. And then she lost herself completely in the erotic embrace the older woman had just referred to as closing the circuit.