Chapter 1
Muttering under his breath, Brian Talbot pushed himself out of the sofa and marched to the television set. Hands on hips, he stood looking down at the twenty-one inch screen, shaking his handsome head in disgust as he watched the rookie outfielder circle the bases.
The young ballplayer danced across home plate and into the arms of his joyous teammates. After recording the moment of hugging and back-slapping, the cameras proceeded to pan over the wildly cheering fans, all of whom seemed to be ecstatic over the fact that their last place team-eighteen games behind the leader of the division and sinking slowly into oblivion-had just beaten a pennant contender.
When the camera switched to the broadcasting booth and a somewhat sad-faced announcer began his wrap-up of the ballgame, a very irritated Brian reached down and snapped off the television set. Then he returned to the sofa, dropped into it, and reached for his rum and coke.
"Hey, is the game finally over, hon?" Rhonda Talbot asked, securing the large pink bath towel around her shapely body as she moved into the living room. "Boy, that was sure a long game. Who finally won it?"
"Montreal," Brian groaned.
"Ahh, too bad, honey," his titian-tressed, twenty-eight-year-old wife said, settling herself into the sofa next to him. "Well, maybe the Mets will win tomorrow."
"Man, this was really a waste of three hours. A scoreless pitching duel for thirteen innings-then with one swing of the bat some rookie no one ever heard of, a .239 pinch-hitter, smacks a home run and wins the game. Holy Shit!"
Rhonda smiled. "Now, darling, is that any way for a high school English teacher to talk?
What would your students say if they could hear you curse?"
"They'd probably say, 'Hey, the guy is human after all.' They don't trust anyone over thirty, you know."
"Honey, you're only thirty-two. That's not exactly the age of senility, is it?"
Brian chuckled, his disappointment over seeing his team lose a heartbreaker fading fast as he viewed his beautiful wife's smooth, unblemished face, her warm smile, her twinkling green eyes. She's an outrageously desirable creature, he thought, a sight so scintillating as to turn the head of even the most jaded girl watcher.
"Come here, dreamboat," he smiled, reaching for the curvaceous (38-25-36) female beside him.
Rhonda's smile disappeared. Pretending to be piqued, she said, "Well now, I'm not so sure it should be that easy, lover. Here you ignore me all evening while you watch that silly old baseball game, and now that it's over I'm suppose to just fall into your arms."
Brian grinned. "Can I help it if I get horny watching ballgames? A nice relaxing bath always makes you itchy for some sex so-"
"Who says a bath makes me hot for cock?"
"You do, sweetheart. You once told me that lying there in the tub, the soapy water caressing your tingling flesh as you play with yourself, triggers thoughts of my pecker."
"Nonsense," Rhonda said softly. "A grown woman doesn't play with her body in the bathtub. At least I certainly don't."
"Like hell, baby," her husband chuckled, grabbing hold of his lovely wife's arms and dragging her to him.
"Oh, Brian ... stop," Rhonda squealed, making only a half-hearted attempt to free herself from his strong grasp. "Brian, I ... oh, you really are too much, darling."
"Yep, that I am, sugar. But you love me nonetheless."
"So says the conceited one," Rhonda teased, snuggling against her husband's chest and wrapping her slender arms around his back. "And conceit does not become you, my darling."
"Well, don't you love me?"
"I'll think about it. Give me a few minutes, will you?"
"All right," Brian said, "and while you're doing all that hard thinking I'll just ... " he let his voice trail off as he moved his wife back. With a snap of his wrist he jerked down the bath towel, exposing to his gaze the stimulating sight of Rhonda's magnificent mammaries.
"Brian, I'm still damp," the luscious redhead complained. "The water will drip onto the sofa, darling."
Brian grinned. "The only thing that's dripping, beautiful, is your hot snatch." His hands slid up his wife's smooth, flat belly to cradle the spongy melons of her breasts.
"So having flipped off the boob tube, you're now going to enjoy my boobs, huh? Well, I like that."
"Yeah, I know you do, baby," Brian chuckled, beginning now to knead the gelatinous globes of creamy flesh. He worried the crinkled, rose-colored nipples with his fingers, turning them almost instantly into tiny darts of desire.
"Ohh, you think you're so smart, Mr. Talbot," Rhonda sighed. "You think I turn on sexual at just the snap of a finger, don't you?"
"Maybe not at the snap of a finger, honey," Brian said. "But it doesn't take more than a quick glimpse of my cock."
Rhonda shook her head, feigning dismay. "You're such a smart-alecky so and so. 'You should be glad that I'm a girl who-likes to screw. Lots of men have trouble getting a response from their wives. You happen to be one of the lucky few who ... ohh, baby, what are you doing with those crazy hands?"
"You said it before, sweetheart. I'm enjoying your boobs."
"And they're enjoying your touch," Rhonda admitted, the strong, knowing message being administered to her quivering tits by her handsome hubby's skillful hands making any further pretense of annoyance downright foolish.
Although she would never admit it to her husband, she had indeed been fondling her succulent body in the bathroom. While reposing in the tub, she had pleasured herself with a dextrous stroking of her pretty pussy and her beautiful breasts. Closing her eyes, she had imagined herself running naked in an open field, only half-heartedly trying to escape the giant in hot pursuit, the giant whose intent it was to fuck the life from her with his two foot cock.
Now, sitting on the living room sofa next to her handsome hubby, the large bath towel draped over her lap, Rhonda was feeling that spark of desire first ignited in the bathroom grow into a small fire. Her pussy was beginning to purr, to secrete the lubricant which would make entry of a sturdy cock that much easier.
Brian now moved his hands from his wife's tingling mounds of spongy flesh to the top of her head. One by one he began to pluck the pins from her hair, allowing her flaming mane to fall into place a little at a time.
"Have I told you lately, Mrs. Talbot, that I think you're one helluva good-lookin' dame?"
"Not lately, Mr. Talbot," Rhonda answered, grinning at her brown-eyed, sandy-haired husband. "But it's always nice to hear"
When the last of her flaming tresses had tumbled from the top of her head to her creamy shoulders, Rhonda promptly maneuvered herself onto her husband's lap. As his hands returned to her beautiful boobs, she began undoing the buttons on his shirt.
"I can hardly wait for Saturday to arrive, honey," she said. "We're all going to have a real ball this year."
Brian smiled. "I think we have a great time every year, baby."
"Sure we do. But something tells me that this summer is going to be the best one yet. I don't know, maybe the fact that this summer the Kellers will be joining us has something to do with it. They're really a very attractive couple."
"Just can't wait to start squirming your lush ass under James Keller's prick, can you, sweetheart?"
"Ha, you should talk, lover. I've seen the way you look at his beautiful French wife, Claudine. You can't tell me you're not eager to see that gal in a bikini."
Brian chuckled. "True, and even more to the point is that I'm dying to see Claudine in the nude."
Rhonda undid the last shirt button, then peeled back the blue shirt and placed her hands on her hubby's hairy chest. She began to slide her hands over his flesh in slow, sensuous circles, her desire to be pronged by Brian's bloated bone becoming more intense with each passing second.
"I wonder if James can fuck as good as he looks," she said, lifting her plush posterior so her husband could pull the bath towel out from under her. Now she was completely bare; a blatantly beautiful redhead whose twat was beginning to twitch in anticipation of a fierce reaming.
"Ditto for his wife," Brian said. "In fact, if she's as good on her back as she is on her feet, you may not see much of me all summer."
Rhonda squirmed her still damp derriere on her husband's lap. "Perhaps," she smiled. "But comes the fall and you'll be back in the nest with me."
"Think so, huh? What makes you think I wouldn't leave you for one of the female members of our little swap group? Barbara and Judith are-"
"Are in love with their respective husbands," Rhonda finished. "And the reason I know you'll never stray too far from my snatch is because I treat you so nice."
"Really? In what way, beautiful?"
"In this way, you big lug," Rhonda grinned, her hand suddenly diving into her husband's lap, fingers fumbling for the zipper and digging into the opening of his beige slacks, her hand groping for that which would soon be tunneling into her itchy twat.
Somewhat to her surprise she discovered his pecker was only half-hard. She frowned, her fingers curling around the semi-stiff length of meat and beginning to stroke it tenderly.
"Huh, maybe I am starting to lose my touch," she wondered aloud. "I .thought by now you'd be straining at the leash, lover. Where is my favorite six-shooter, the one that shoots bullets of pleasure into my vagina?"
Brian smiled. "You're holding it, hon. What you see is what you get."
"Well what I see is not what I want, lover," Rhonda grinned. At least not in its present condition. I guess I'll just have to remedy the situation with a nice blow-job."
"That's what I love about you, hon," Brian chuckled. "You always come right to the point."
Rhonda climbed off her husband's lap and stood next to the sofa. "Come on, stud-of-mine, peel out of those duds so I can get to work on your pretty pecker. If you're not in the bedroom in two minutes, I'll get out the eight inch dildo you gave me last Christmas and while using it pretend James Keller is fucking me. How do you like those apples, lover?"
"I'll 'apples' you, you raving nympho," Brian laughed, jumping out of the sofa and starting after his giggling wife, who was already scampering off into their bedroom.
Without further delay, Brian now began removing his clothes. He peeled out of his opened shirt and tossed it onto the sofa. Then he kicked off his brown loafers, sat and removed his socks. His pants and white boxer shorts were next. After depositing the two garments with his shirt, he quickly finished his rum and coke.
Then, bare-assed naked, the thought that within moments his extraordinarily attractive wife would be wrapping her soft, succulent lips around his tool and propelling him onward, he started for the bedroom and the waiting Rhonda.
"You know, darling, I was just thinking," Rhonda said, when her husband appeared in the bedroom.
"About sucking my cock, I hope," Brian smiled, moving without pause to the double bed. He climbed onto the bed and rolled over onto his back, stretching his six foot one inch frame and folding his hands behind his head.
"Well, yes. But also about George Hardington, that disgustingly narrow-minded multi-millionaire who thinks we're the devil's gift to the Hamptons. Sure hope he doesn't spoil the summer for us."
"Yeah, that old bastard sure gave it a good try last year, didn't he? Seems he was coming around every other evening and threatening to call the cops if we didn't keep the noise down. He and a few other long-time residents of the Hamptons think of Eastern Long Island as their private terrain. Why they can't be satisfied with their huge estates, and leave us ordinary folk alone, is something I'll never understand."
Rhonda shrugged, then stepped to the side of the bed and sat down. "Well you know what it is, honey. He thinks we give the area a bad reputation."
'T know, I Know," Brian frowned. "We and our friends disturb the peace and tranquility that he's become accustomed to all these years. Well, I say that's tough shit. The old fuddy-duddy should mind his own business. Let him count all his money instead of annoying us with his stupid threats and nasty remarks."
Rhonda permitted herself a small smile. "Funny, isn't it, hon? He compares us to the 'groupers'-the single guys and gals who rent a place for the summer on the Island and share expenses. I guess he considers us no better than the teenagers who flock to the Hamptons every summer."
"He's just a frustrated old bastard," Brian said, dropping his hand onto his wife's knee and patting her firmly. "What he and a few others out there need is a hot-blooded young chick, some sexy little broad who could put some life into their tired bones."
Rhonda's smile broadened. "By 'bone' I suppose you mean this little old thing," she said, twisting around slightly and placing a warm hand over her hubby's now flaccid organ.
"That's exactly what I mean, baby. If guys like Hardington got laid once a while, they wouldn't be so ornery. Although maybe he can't get it up any more."
"Living all alone in that huge estate of his must be awfully lonely. I wonder what he does with all his free time."
"Counts his money, of course." Brian sighed loudly. "Boy, what I wouldn't give to have just half of the loot he's accumulated in his lifetime. We could live like royalty, baby."
"Well, money isn't everything, darling," Rhonda said, fondling her husband's penis, tickling his hairy scrotal sac. "I'm perfectly happy living here in this nice apartment. Although it will be good to get away for a couple of months."
"That it will, hon. I'm looking forward to it myself."
"I just wonder, though, if maybe this summer we shouldn't have rented a house further away from Hardington's estate. That way we wouldn't risk provoking his ire."
Brian frowned. "His 'ire' be damned, baby. Look, for the past three years you and I, together with the Barnets and the Aliens, have rented a very comfortable summer house. And we've always managed to have a great time in spite of Mr. George Hardington. We'll do this summer what we did in the past-and that's to ignore the old grouch completely. There's not a damn thing he can do to us if we mind our own business and don't trespass on his precious property."
Rhonda nodded. "I know you're right, darling. He just makes me nervous, that's all."
"Well he shouldn't, baby. He's just a bag of wind-all bark and to bite." Brian paused for a few seconds, then added, "Hell, renting that place for the summer is the only real luxury we all allow ourselves during the entire year. Being cooped up in the city all year, we need a little rest and relaxation."
His luscious titian-tressed wife smiled. "I'm not sure 'rest and relaxation' is the appropriate term, honey. My poor pussy and your cock are all .tuckered out comes the Labor Day weekend. Gee, when I think of all that sucking and screwing-mind-boggling is what it is."
"That's for sure," Brian said, chuckling. '. 'And the Kellers should add immeasurably to our enjoyment of the summer. I'm glad we were able to talk them into joining us this year. Mumm, boy, I can't wait to feel Claudine's saucy little seat squirmin' under me as I pound the meat to her. She's one French dish I'm really going to enjoy sampling."
"Humph! If you keep talking about her," Rhonda said, "you're going to have one very jealous wife on your hands."
Brian grinned. 'Tell you what, beautiful. If you promise not to tease me about Jim Keller, I'll promise not to mention his taste tempting wife any more. Fair enough?"
The dazzling redhead hesitated.
"Oh, come on, sweetheart. You know I couldn't live without you. Now do we have a deal?"
Rhonda turned away from her husband, who was squeezing her knee playfully. After a few seconds, she said, "Yes, we have a deal, darling," in a voice which was deliberately made too serious for the situation.
"Good. Now why don't you-"
"I can't help but wonder, though ... " the titian-tressed beauty let her voice trail off, a dreamy, faraway look bathing her unblemished, unlined face as she stared into space.
"Wonder about what, baby?"
"About the size of Jim's tool," Rhonda answered quickly, trying to stifle the laugh about to burst from her throat.
"Why you little ... " Grinning broadly, Brian reached for his wife and pulled her roughly down to him, her spongy tits flattening against his muscular chest. "Now you're really going to get a fucking, beautiful."
"Promises, promises," Rhonda teased, her lush body squirming stop her husband's hard, lean one.
Brian began to speak but was quickly silenced, his words smothered by Rhonda's mouth as she pressed her supple lips against his own. Her tongue flicked out and darted into his mouth, the fleshy serpent seeking out and then hotly embracing its mate.
Brian's hands wandered up and down and all around his wife's smooth back, slipped down to caress the mouth-watering half-moons of her delectable derriere. His fingers dived into the narrow crevice of her succulent seat and he felt her body's answering quiver, felt, too, the sudden swelling of his penis.
Whimpering into her handsome hubby's mouth, Rhonda began now to grind her warm pelvis into his middle, the feel of his thickening cock as it strained against her body sending ripples of lust traveling up her spine.
And when at last the torrid kiss broke, both knew that the time for laughing and teasing was over, that further discussion about their upcoming vacation with their swinging friends would have to be postponed until a later date.
The moment had arrived when Rhonda would fulfill the promise made earlier in the living room. She would suck her husband's six-inch cock, once again wrap her lovely hips around the stalk of flesh she loved dearly.
Her goal would be not to breathe life into Brian's organ-she knew that he was already in a state of total tumescence-but to further whet his appetite for sex, to hone his lust to such a fine edge that in his intense, maniacal urge to fuck her he would be like one demented.
"Mmmmmm ... " Brian hummed, "that's what I call a kiss, baby."
"What more, lover?" Rhonda breathed, smiling down into her husband's face.
"Lots more, sugar. But do it-"
Once again the curvaceous redhead silenced Brian by pressing her soft lips against his thick ones. The kiss was quick, much shorter than the first, and when Rhonda lifted her head Brian could see the sexual need etched into her face. Her eyes were clouded by desire, her nostrils were flared slightly, her expression one of great hunger.
"I know what you want, baby," she whispered hotly. "You want the kiss of love."
And with those words Rhonda began her descent, inching her way down her husband's hard body like a large serpent snaking toward its home. Weaving slowly downward, she kissed and licked Brian's chest and flat tummy, pausing momentarily to drill her tongue into his navel before continuing toward her goal.
"That's my girl," Brian husked, encouraging his beautiful wife's descent to his now fully erect dick by placing his hands on her head and applying downward pressure. "Go get it, baby. Play with my bone like a puppy."
Which was Rhonda's intent exactly. No sooner had she arrived at her destination than her mouth opened, her tongue sliding out to lick her supple lips. Crouched now between her husband's widely splayed legs, her face hovering over his warm loins, she took hold of his meaty cudgel and directed it to her oral cavity.
Cradling his warm, hairy scrotal sac in the palm of one hand, she began to lick the throbbing length of hard flesh, her tongue wandering salaciously over the bulbous head of his stiff organ. Her strokes were artful, precise, designed to do no more than suffuse her husband with an unholy desire to be blown, to tease him into a wanton lust that only taking of his entire tool in her mouth could assuage.
Lips nibbling and tongue twirling, she worked her way from the base of Brian's bone to its plum-shaped head, paused to wedge the tip of her tongue into the tiny, salivating slit, then proceeded to wash the other side of her husband's manhood.
And now another brief pause while she swabbed his balls, her hard-working tongue lapping at his tasty testicles as she inhaled the intoxicating aroma emanating from his crotch. Mashing her lovely face into Brian's loins, Rhonda coated his scrotum with warm saliva while with the fingers of one hand she steered his turgid tool out of the way.
"Ohh, baby," Brian groaned. "Put it in your mouth, Rhonda. You're driving me crazy with those lips."
The ravishing redhead ceased her licentious labors, lifting her face from her husband's genitals. Her smile was knowing, faintly feral. "Too much of a good thing, lover?" she asked.
"Stop teasing me, baby. Just stick this candy cane in your mouth and start sucking."
"Yes, master," Rhonda said, winking. "Your wish is my command."
Seconds later Brian felt his wife's soft lips close over the purplish crown of his stiff prick. He moaned his approval, thrusting up his hips in an attempt to stuff more of his meat into Rhonda's moist mouth.
But Rhonda would not be hurried. Working deliberately, she slid her pursed lips down her husband's bone, savoring the slightly salty taste of his organ as it inched toward the back of her throat. And then at last she had it all, or at least that portion of his meaty member which she could contain comfortably in her mouth.
Now she commenced to suck, slowly but surely, her beautiful head bobbing lazily over
Brian's loins. Her flowing, flaming tresses shielded her lovely face from view, formed a tent, as it were, a silky screen behind which she could leisurely suck her husband's tasty tool.
Tiny grunts of pleasure burst from Brian's lips as he squirmed on the bed, the feel of his wife's succulent lips sliding wetly up and down his tumescent prick casting all reasonable thoughts aside and befogging his mind with passion.
"Chew it, honey," he groaned, his fingers entwining in Rhonda's long hair. "Suck on that hot cock, you beautiful bitch."
His wife's reply was a gargled groan, an unintelligible sound smothered by the cock she was sucking a little faster now. Her copper-colored cunt was sending out serious signals, twitching and salivating in eager anticipation of the reaming it was soon to receive.
Spurred on by her ever increasing desire to be dicked, as well as by her handsome hubby's explicit exhortations, Rhonda again increased the tempo of her lewd cocksucking. Her head now bobbed and weaved at a rapid pace over Brian's loins.
"Yeah, baby, that's the way," Brian moaned, his fingernails digging into Rhonda's scalp. "Gobble it all up, honey. Chew for all you're worth, my cock-loving lady."
Teeth scraping, tongue swirling, Rhonda began to feast like one famished. The itch in her twat was growing to gigantic proportions, her swaying boobs tingled maddeningly. Her weeping womanhood was demanding its due. Her cunt craved cock; a hot, throbbing, blood-packed cock that would come tearing into her body with a relentless determination.
And so she worked on Brian's bloated bone like a madwoman, caring naught for propriety and only for hot prick. Frantically and with total abandon did she suck on that life-giving root, time and again swooping down to engulf almost its entire length with her saliva-filled mouth.
Being a mere mortal, Brian could stand just so much delicious torment. Emitting an animalistic groan, he suddenly sat up and with considerable effort pried Rhonda loose from his now slimy shaft. The luscious redhead snapped back to her haunches, a look of surprise and some displeasure on her beautiful face.
"Quick, honey," Brian rasped. "Get on your back. My cock is about to explode!"
"Yesss," Rhonda hissed, her perfectly set white teeth clenched, her face a mask of pure need. "I've got to have a cock-your cock, baby. Stuff it in me."
Seconds later the gorgeous titian-tressed female was on her back, her arms extended in warm invitation, her knees splayed wide to accept her hump-hungry hubby. She wanted desperately to be dicked. Her copper-colored cunt was crying to be fed, the lubricating fluid trickling out of her flowering sex lips.
Brian was on his knees between his wife's parted legs, one hand gripping his pulsating pecker hotly. Through passion-clouded eyes he looked down at his prick-famished wife, the sight of her naked, squirming body, her face flushed with desire, her silky red hair fanned out over the pillow, almost causing him to shoot his load on the spot.
"Do me, darling," Rhonda pleaded. "Do me hard and fast. I'm dying for your hot cock."
"You'll get it, baby," Brian growled. "Every last fuckin' inch is goin' in your pretty cunt."
"Yes, darling. Stick it deep. Bury that bone in my twat!"
A moan of animal passion bursting from his throat, Brian fell forward and with a single thrust buried his throbbing bone to the hilt in his wife's soggy vagina. Rhonda immediately wrapped her arms and legs around her husband's hard body, the breath whooshing from her lungs when he dropped down atop her beautiful breasts.
At once did they begin the primeval dance of lust, their naked bodies writhing hotly together, flesh against flesh, their warm loins locked in genital embrace. Six years of marriage had taught each much about the other's body, and so now they rocked and rolled in synchronous harmony.
Time and again Brian banged his turgid tool into his wife's clasping cunt, received in return Rhonda's answering pelvic thrust. In and out he plunged his hot prick, the meaty cudgel scouring the wet walls of Rhonda's weeping womanhood.
"Ohh, baby, give me, give me," the ravishing redhead moaned, thrashing under her humping hubby like an impaled insect. "Pound the hell out of me, my great stud. Screw that cock deep!"
"Harder? Faster?"
"Yes! Bang me bloody, Brian. Kill me with your hot prick!"
His taut buttocks bobbing rapidly up and down, Brian boomed his rock-hard rod to the depths of his wife's syrupy cunt. Rhonda took it all and begged for more, the gutter words she was now spewing into his ear spurring her husband on to even greater effort.
This was it, her lust-befogged mind told her. This coupling of male and female was all that really mattered. To be fiercely fucked, to be reamed regularly, made life on this trouble-plagued planet worthwhile.
And now she had two glorious months of screwing to look forward to, sixty days devoted to the sun and surf and sex. With their very good friends, the Barnets, the Aliens, and the Kellers, she and Brian would swing and swap the summer away.