Chapter 2
"Honey, maybe you should phone Brian to verify the time we're supposed to meet," Barbara Barnet suggested, when her good-looking husband, Christopher, returned to the bedroom.
"Man, that shower was great," the blonde, blue-eyed Chris said, stepping over to his dresser for some cologne. "I feel fresh as a daisy, baby." He winked broadly. "You had better keep your legs tightly closed, beautiful, because I've got an urge to rape a few luscious females tonight."
Barbara smiled. "And when was the last time you had to rape me, Mr. Barnet? Aren't I always the compliant woman, a female ever eager to be seduced by masculine charms?"
"My, my, aren't we the poetic one tonight?" the six foot two inch, one hundred eighty-five pound Chris chuckled, splashing some of his favorite cologne onto his hairy chest. Except for the bath towel which he had thrown over his left shoulder, he was completely exposed.
"Anyway," Barbara began, "to get back to what I was saying. I think you should give the Talbots a buzz."
Chris frowned. "Why should I call them at this hour, baby? First of all, it's a bit late. And secondly, I have no reason to speak to Brian." He broke into a small laugh. "Hell, we'll be seeing the Talbots all summer. Not only seeing them, but screwing them."
"Well, I just thought you might want to double check the time," his lovely wife said. Barbara Barnet was lying on the double bed, clad only in a pair of white panties.
"The time? It's almost midnight, honey."
"Oh, you idiot," Barbara groaned. "You know perfectly well what I meant. I can't remember if it's eight or nine o'clock that we're supposed to meet Brian and Rhonda outside their apartment building. I think it's a good idea if-"
"Honey, it's eight o'clock," Chris interrupted, putting the small bottle of cologne back on the dresser top. A smile began to crease his well-chiseled face as he took the towel from his shoulder and began to dab his still damp body.
"So you think my idea was stupid, huh?" Barbara asked.
Chris's smile broadened and he shook his head slowly from side to side. "Baby, you know I love you with a passion. You're one of the most attractive, most intelligent, most desirable, most-"
"Enough already," Barbara grinned. "Get to the bad part, will you, lover? I know your flattery is leading up to an insult."
"Not an insult at all, baby. But the fact of the matter ,is that you worry too much. Everything was all arranged just two nights ago, when the eight of us got together at the Talbot's place. You remember that, don't you?"
"Well, I would hate for us to be the ones to foul things up, that's all, darling."
"Baby, we are adults, aren't we?" Chris asked, his voice tinged with exasperation. "We won't foul anything up. You just handle the packing and leave the transportation problems to me."
"You had the car checked out this afternoon, didn't you?" the twenty-seven year old blonde beauty asked, lazily stroking her golden nest of pubic hairs.
"Grrr," Chris growled, throwing the bath towel aside and darting suddenly toward the bed as if he were intent on attacking his wife. He climbed on the bed and took Barbara into his arms, his face softening as quickly as it had hardened into a scowl of mock anger. "What in the world am I going to do with you, beautiful? You are just too, too much."
Barbara smiled. "Bet you say that to all your women."
"I have no other women, honey. I mean you can't count Rhonda Talbot and Judith Allen-they're just our swinging female friends."
"And this summer you'll be adding Claudine Keller to your list of admiring friends, darling," Barbara said, snuggling close to her well-built husband.
"True. And to your list of studs will be added the name of Mr. James Keller, free-lance magazine writer of some repute. Now if he can handle his cock the way he handles his typewriter, then you should be in your glory."
"A man's occupation means nothing to me, honey. As long as he's good-looking and knows which end is up, I don't care how a man earns his daily bread."
Chris grinned. "May I assume then that you are perfectly happy with your high school guidance counselor husband?"
"Yes, luv. You may assume that I absolutely adore you." The lovely blonde reached down and curled her fingers around her husband's cock. "And that I adore this beautiful organ on your beautiful body."
"And speaking about beautiful bodies. ... " Chris left the thought unfinished as he began to knead his wife's creamy boobs.
Barbara and her thirty-one year old hubby had been married for five years and were still very much in love with each other. Both looked upon swapping as a very pleasant complement to an already very satisfying union. Mate-trading, they thought, was a most delightful pastime, one that all married couples, happy or not, should engage in. And while each relished the thought of bedding down with someone new, of sampling different dicks and snatches, both realized the greatest pleasure when fucking each other.
"Mmmmmm, that's nice," Barbara purred. "I think you like my boobs best of all. It's your favorite part of my anatomy, isn't it?"
Chris grinned. "Well, not exactly. This is what really turns me on, sweetheart." He slipped his hand from his wife's pert tits and slid it down to cup her pantied pussy.
"Oh, honey, do I ever love when you play with me there," Barbara sighed, rolling over onto her back and spreading her legs for her husband's exploring hand. "You can't imagine how much pleasure a female receives from being stuffed with a hot cock."
"I think I can, beautiful," Chris said. "In fact, Mrs. Allen and Mrs. Talbot have told me often how much they enjoy getting laid."
"Oh, the hell with them, darling," Barbara moaned. "I don't want to talk about the females with whom I'm sharing your wonderful cock."
"Jealous, huh?"
"Of course not, Chris. I love Rhonda and Judith, you know that. But I ... oh, baby, kiss me down there. Do me with your mouth, my darling. Your hand is making me so hot, so very hot."
"Your crotch is wet, sweetheart," Chris said, patting his blonde wife between her sleek legs.
"I'm wetting for you, lover," Barbara said, her voice growing thick with passion. She began now to squirm on the bed, her hands slipping down to the elasticized waistband of her white briefs. She started to push the sheer undergarment down, wanting to bare her box for her hubby's warm mouth.
"Not so fast, beautiful," Chris said, preventing Barbara from lowering her panties by grabbing both her hands and holding them against the bed.
"Come on, baby," his lovely wife moaned, becoming more frantic with each passing second. She had always been a female easy to excite, one who treasured those moments spent writhing under a pounding prick. And now, with her handsome hubby teasing her pantied twat and the thought that soon his delicious dick would be planted in her hot hole dancing in her head, she was becoming increasingly desirous of a second screwing.
"Come on, what?" Chris teased, receiving a perverse thrill from the sight of his near-nude wife squirming helplessly in his firm grip. "Exactly what is it you want, my beautiful and randy wife?"
"Damn you, Chris," Barbara cried. "Don't start that stupid teasing again. Just pull down my pants and start sucking my cunt. And do it now. I'm dying for your kiss."
"Say please," Chris persisted.
"Oh, you are a bastard," Barbara groaned, unable to still her squirming hips. On her face was a pained expression of sexual need. Her shoulder-length blonde hair swirled about her face as she rolled her head on the pillow.
"I'm waiting, beautiful," Chris grinned.
"All right, you beast," his wife cried out. "Please pull down my pants and suck my cunt. Is that what you wanted to hear, you big stinker?"
"Try pretty please with sugar on top," Chris said.
"Christopher!"
"All right, all right. Don't go turning sour on me, honey."
Knowing that any further teasing of his wife would only result in dampening her desire, Chris now released his grip on Barbara's hands and moved to lower her briefs. Eager to glue his mouth to her salivating snatch, he proceeded to peel Barbara's pants down, working them around and off her svelte hips as she lifted her curvaceous ass to help in her denuding.
He tugged his wife's briefs down her creamy thighs to her knees, then, as she raised her legs, he worked the silky undergarment along her shapely calves to her feet. After working the pants around and off Barbara's feet, he tossed them over his shoulder and prepared to feast on a taste-tempting twat.
"Now do it," Barbara demanded, thrusting up her pelvis. "Get down there and start eating me, baby."
"One cunt-lapping, coming up," her husband grinned.
Chris now positioned himself between his wife's legs, crouching low as he gazed at Barbara's golden bush. With his thumbs he parted her sticky sex lips, pausing for a moment to study the swollen, pulsating bud of her clitoris. Then, licking his lips in anticipation, he burrowed his handsome head into her warm, odorous loins and commenced lapping at her pretty twat.
"Oh yes, darling," Barbara sighed. "Yes, yes, yes!"
" ... and so that's why elephants love to fuck," Judith Allen explained, finishing what she considered a delightfully dirty and very funny story.
Her husband Paul laughed. "Baby, you are one crazy lady. Have you ever thought of visiting a psychoanalyst, hon? Jokes like that could put you on a shrink's couch in no time flat."
"Oh, go on. You thought it was cute, didn't you? Your mind is just as filthy as mine. Filthier, in fact. Most of the dirty jokes I know I learned from you, sweetheart."
"Yeah, I guess I can't deny that, baby," Paul grinned. "You and I are just a couple of depraved married folk."
His brunette wife smiled, winked lewdly. "Yep, and isn't it just marvelous, honey?"
Paul joined his wife in laughter, giving her a playful shove which almost caused her to drop the squat jar of petroleum jelly.
The Aliens, members in good standing of the small swap group, were at the moment preparing to engage in what both regarded as a most pleasant sexual act-anal intercourse. Both were bare-assed naked and sitting on their king-sized bed, the petite Judith lovingly applying the lubricant to her attractive hubby's fully erect, six inch cock.
Although in build Judy Allen was small, her figure being nice and compact and devoid of needless fat, her appetite for sex, in all its delightful variations, was large indeed. Few in number were the sex acts and positions the Aliens had not tried during their very happy eight year marriage.
"Well, I guess it might be nice to live in a house," Judy said, smearing the thick jelly up and down and all around her husband's swollen prick. "Maybe someday we'll buy a little place. But in the meantime we have our summers with our friends to look forward to."
Paul smiled. "Yeah, that's something, all right. It's fortunate that I've got a partner who can be trusted. Otherwise I'd never leave the store in his hands for two whole months."
"Tell me, hon," Judy said, "you have the schedule down pat, don't you? I mean time is very important."
"Got it all up here, princess," Paul answered, tapping his forehead with a finger. "At precisely seven-fourteen the Barnets will leave their apartment. They'll hop into their '69-and let's not hear any vulgar comment about that number-their '69 Dodge and proceed to Riverside Drive.
"At seven thirty-two they'll arrive at our apartment building. We will get into the automobile and all four of us will head for the Talbot's residence. If we make the lights and avoid all accidents, we should arrive at Brian and Rhonda's abode by eight o'clock.
"Whereupon we will say hello to Mr. and Mrs. James Keller, who have bussed from their apartment in the Village to the Talbot residence in the East Eighties. If time permits, we will gulp down a fast cup of coffee in Rhonda's kitchen. If not, Jim and Claudine will climb into the back seat of Brian's '70 Chevy-Brian and his wife will be up front.
"You and I and Chris and Barbara will be in the Dodge. Then, with a hearty farewell to the city and all its dirt and grime, it's off and away with us. Eight swappers in search of greener pastures."
Judy just looked at her husband, trying very hard not to burst into laughter. "You know something," she said finally, the smile she'd tried to stifle now blossoming on her cute face, "I think you've flipped out. You are really the-"
"Well, you wanted to know if I remembered the arrangements, baby. I was just trying to show you that I've got a memory like that elephant you were telling me about before."
"Idiot," Judy grinned, raising the small jar of jelly as if she intended to hit her husband over the head with it.
Paul threw up his arms in self-defense. "Hit me, princess, and you'll make three females, very angry. How will a wounded man be able to sexually service Rhonda, Barbara and Claudine? It'll be a calamity, honey."
Judy just shook her head. "A nut, that's what I married. A real screwball is what I have for a husband."
The job of preparing her hubby's prick for entry into her warm rectum now completed, the pert brunette climbed off the bed and returned the squat bottle of jelly to its place in her night table drawer. Paul looked down at his now jelly-coated cock and grinned.
"July third to September fourth," he heard his wife say. He looked up to see Judy fondling her small but firm tits in front of her dresser mirror.
"Two whole months of nothing but good sex," Paul said, easing himself down on the bed and stretching his five foot eleven inch frame. He placed his hands behind his head and sighed. "Yes, sir, little lady, I hear the call of the wild. Swimming, sunning and screwing, what more could any healthy, red-blooded male want?"
"Or healthy, red-blooded female?" Judy added, smiling into the mirror as she lifted and squeezed her spongy melons.
A moment of silence ensued, during which Paul, his slimy cock pointed toward the bedroom ceiling, smilingly studied his pretty wife's reflection in the mirror.
"You've got a nice pair of tits, luv," he said finally, for some reason thinking it necessary to reassure his wife that her breast development wasn't retarded. "It's no wonder the guys love to handle 'em."
"It's a wonder to me," Judy said, her brow furrowing slightly. "I've got the smallest boobs of all the girls."
"How do you know? We haven't seen Keller's wife naked yet. Could be she's padded on top, honey."
"Oh, I doubt that. Nope, there's no getting around the fact that when boobs were being handed out I was last on line."
"Rubbish, baby," Paul said. "You happen to be one perfectly proportioned female. A sleek pair of legs, good hips, cute fanny, squeezable tits-I wouldn't want you any other way. You know how crazy Brian is about your body."
Judy smiled wryly. "Yeah, I know. And there's a guy whose wife is built like a goddess."
"A busty goddess."
"Perhaps, but still and all I think most men like big-breasted women. They like a pair of boobs they can hang onto."
"Well, I'm not one of 'em, baby," Paul stated, his wife's sudden concern about the size of her mammaries beginning to irritate him just a little. "Now are you going to leave me in this condition-my prick greased for the ass-fucking you said you wanted? Come on, honey, wiggle your tail over here and let's get on with it."
Judy turned from the mirror and grinned at her horny husband. "I'm sorry, darling. I guess we did get off on a tangent."
"I don't know what we got off on, princess. But I do know that I want to get in your saucy ass. Now haul it over here like a good wife and get into position."
"How do you want me, hon?" Judy asked, moving toward the bed. "I mean, in what position?"
"The usual one," her husband grinned. "Head up, tail down."
"On the bed?"
"Right," Paul replied, rolling off the bed and getting to his feet. His greased rod swaying slightly, he watched his wife climb onto the bed and quickly arrange herself in the proper position.
Once again excited by the prospect of having her rectum reamed, Judy crouched on the bed on knees and elbows, her head cradled between her arms, her taut tail pointed toward the ceiling. She looked back at her husband and wiggled her pert ass.
"See anything you like?" she asked, grinning.
"Indeed I do, princess," was Paul's throaty reply.
For a few long seconds he stared at his wife's delectable derriere, the derriere now posed so provocatively before him. An obscene offering to the gods, he thought, watching Judy thrust out her curvaceous posterior even further and begin a slow, sensuous rotation designed to tease and tempt.
Then he stepped into position behind his wife, stilling the salacious motion of her shapely seat with his hands. His greasy bone poised for the plunge into Judy's shit-chute, Paul commenced a loving caress of her firm, taut bottom, allowing his hands to wander at will as he savored the smooth texture of her warm flesh.
"Oh, your touch makes me tingle, darling," Judy chirped.
"I love to fondle your fanny, baby. It's one of the prettiest asses I've ever fucked."
"Nicer than Rhonda's? Or Barbara's?"
"Much tighter, princess," Paul answered. "But let's not start comparing figures again. Boob-wise and ass-wise I think you're just perfect. Now, ready for your fucking?"
"Do it, darling," the petite brunette cooed. "Shove that greasy old bone right up my bottom."
A smiling Paul Allen directed the bulbous head of his sticky cock to his wife's wrinkled anus. His hands clamped firmly over her hips, he leaned forward slightly and began the invasion of her constricting shit-chute.
"Relax, baby," he said, the tip of his tumescent tool straining against Judy's small nether hole.
"Yes, I know, honey," Judy replied, the words bubbling up from her throat as she crouched even lower on the bed. She bit down on her lower Up and clenched her hands, awaiting that first soul-searching thrust which would signal the start of her rectum reaming.
Relaxing her sphincter muscles and thereby facilitating her hubby's entrance into her compact fanny was easier said than done. For although her posterior had been packed with many a prick, there was always the pain of the initial thrust to contend with. Once entry had been accomplished, once that hard, thick length of flesh was pistoning in and out of her ass, her discomfort would almost magically disappear and only pleasure would remain.
But first her rectum would have to endure a painful stretching.
"Push back, baby," Paul rasped. "Help a little."
"Yes, all right," Judy mumbled.
She closed her eyes tight and shoved her fanny back, at the same time trying to open her anus by pretending to fart.
And then ... success. Judy heard her husband's grunt of desire and felt the cold, greasy head of his stiff pecker lodge in her small anus. Seconds later that length of thick meat was burrowing into her tight bottom, shoving aside all in its path in its purposeful march to the depths of her bowels.
"How is it, baby?" Paul asked, his voice thick with passion. "If it's too-"
"All right, it's all right," Judy groaned. "Keep it coming, honey. Stuff it all in me. I want every inch of your fat prick crammed into my ass."
"You're tight, baby. It's the greatest."
"Push it all the way in, Paul. Bury your beautiful cock in my shitty ass."
His hands still wrapped firmly around his wife's hips, fingernails digging into the resilient flesh, Paul inched his turgid tool into her constricting rectum. She was deliciously tight, almost painfully so, her warm rectal muscles squeezing his trundling bone like a dozen gloved fingers. And some fingers!
But then he was home, his root firmly imbedded in Judy's clasping nether canal. All six inches of his jelly-coated cock were now snugly encased in her stretched rectum.
Judy moaned her gratitude, happy now that her quivering fanny was filled to capacity with hot cock. And she was pleased that her hubby hadn't lost control and stuffed her ass with one mighty thrust, that he had instead packed his pulsating prick into her body with considerable care.
Paul held himself immobile, allowing his wife to become accustomed to the thick intruder in her behind. He flexed his rigid rod in Judy's narrow nether canal and thrilled to her answering moan of delight.
How outrageously obscene, how deliciously depraved, he thought, looking down to feast his eyes on their unnatural connection. He had planted all but his hairy balls in Judy's greedily grasping shit-chute and her widely distended anus was hotly hugging his pulsating passion root.
"Fuck it now, honey," Judy breathed hotly. "Give me a royal reaming, my darling."
The pain of the penetration had all but disappeared and now she could wallow in perverse pleasure, savor each strong thrust of Paul's bone as he dicked her derriere. It felt as if a bar of molten steel had been crammed into her ass, she thought. But her diminishing discomfort was of little import when compared to the unholy lust now washing over her small but perfectly-proportioned body.
"Hold on, baby," Paul husked, beginning to move his fleshy spike in the muck of his wife's rectum.
"Don't be gentle now," Judy said, pressing the side of her face into the mattress. "Do it hard and fast. You know I can take it, darling. I like it rough and tough."
"And that's how it'll be, princess."
"Yes. Sock it to me, my handsome stud."
Inspired by his pretty wife's lewd request for a royal ass reaming, Paul proceeded to work his stiff rod in and out of her quivering fanny. He withdrew his root until only the pear-shaped head remained sheathed in Judy's rectum, the sight of her stretched shit hole tenaciously gripping his stained spear, causing him to shudder with hot lust.
With a bestial moan of passion he thrust forward and sent his rock hard pecker tunneling up into his wife's narrow passage. He heard her tremulous sigh of pleasure, again withdrew much of his meaty cock and again stuffed it back into her bottom.
"That's it, darling," Judy moaned excitedly, wriggling her up-thrust posterior in lewd abandon. "Do it hard and fast. Shove that thick cock clear up to my tits."
"Yeah, baby. You're going to get it all," was her husband's throaty reply.
Moments later Paul had settled into a comfortable rhythm, his besmirched bone sliding smoothly, effortlessly in and out of Judy's stretched shit-chute. Hands on her hips for leverage, Paul time and again battered his pretty wife's bottom with his well greased tool.
The fact that her hubby was hammering his pulsing cock into her ass and the fact of their upcoming swinging summer vacation combined to trigger thoughts of previous rectum reamings. Springing to Judy's passion-dazed mind was the memory of last summer, when on one occasion, after a refreshing swim in the ocean, she had allowed the painfully horny Brian Talbot and Christopher Barnet to strip off the lower half of her bikini and fuck her fanny as she knelt on all fours on the sand and whimpered like a bitch in heat.
But that delightful memory was erased in a jiffy, jerked out of Judy's mind by a particularly pulverizing plunge of her husband's prick into her trembling tail.
"Arghh, good!" she wailed. "Fuck it bloody, darling."
"You beautiful bitch," Paul groaned, intent now on giving his wife the ass reaming of her young life.
Emitting hoarse grunts of lust, he pounded his dirty dick into Judy's ass with a vengeance, his hairy thighs repeatedly slapping against the backs of her soft, creamy ones. His lust-happy mate continued to groan with delight, imploring him to render her unconscious with his magnificent manhood.
Again and again Paul boomed his besmirched bone into Judy's constricting shit chute, the lusty moans and breathless sighs she was emitting providing ample evidence of her enjoyment of the unnatural coupling. Tears of happiness were trickling down her cheeks, he observed, with not a little satisfaction.
"I want an honest answer now, darling," Claudine Keller said, smiling as she turned from the full-length mirror on the bedroom closet door and stepped to her husband, James, who was sitting bare-assed naked on the edge of the bed. "Please don't tell a lie just to make me feel good. I want the truth, Jim."
Her ruggedly attractive husband smiled, his large hands moving up to clamp over Claudine's shapely hips. "The truth, beautiful, is that you look absolutely smashing in those pink hot pants. And I still say you should resume your show business career. With your face and figure, your great talent as a dancer, the producers-"
"Now don't go changing the subject, darling," the raven-tressed beauty said, smiling down at her handsome hubby. "I want to know if you think maybe they're a bit too much. I would not like to be arrested."
Jim Keller smiled. "Well, I'll put it this way, sweetheart. If you wear these eye-catching hot pants on the street as you're wearing them now, with those beautiful boobs bared for all to see, then I think you might very well get arrested. The police will charge you with inciting a riot."
"Oh, James," Claudine chuckled. "You know that isn't what I meant. I want to know if-"
"There are many broad-minded people here in the Village," her husband continued, "but I don't think even they are ready for the sexy sight of my luscious wife walking down MacDougal Street attired only in hot pants. Boy, we'd have the first mass rape in broad daylight."
"Honey, will you stop?" Claudine asked, frowning. "Now just tell me if they're too tight." She turned smoothly in her husband's hands and presented him with a scintillating view of her hot-panted posterior.
"Hot pants are supposed to be tight, aren't they, honey?"
"Well, yes, but I don't want-"
"Baby, believe me," Jim interrupted, "these pants of yours are just perfect. If anyone can wear fanny-hugging shorts, it's you. You've got great legs, sleek hips, and a behind that...." He let his voice trail off as his fingers fumbled for the single button and then the zipper at the side of his wife's pants.
"A behind that ... now, honey, what are you doing?"
"I'm not scrambling eggs, that's for sure," Jim chuckled, as he proceeded to peel
Claudine's tight-fitting shorts off her hips and curvaceous bottom. He worked the pink garment down her firm but very shapely thighs to her knees, then let it drop to the floor to form a puddle at her feet.
"Jim," Claudine whined, "I feel so naked now. This isn't nice at all, honey."
"It's more than nice, sweetheart," her husband corrected, referring to Claudine's denuded derriere. "It's a heavenly heinie."
"Oh, Jim, that tickles," the lovely French female giggled, the feel of Jim's thick lips on her bare bottom making her tingle with pleasure. "Don't do that. Don't! Oh, Jim. Darling."
"Mmmmm, you know you love it, baby," Jim said, trailing his moist tongue over the creamy smooth mounds of his wife's buttocks. With nibbling lips and stroking tongue he explored almost every delightful inch of Claudine's firm, taut posterior, this salacious swabbing of his wife's delectable derriere prodding his prick into motion.
Holding his wife in place, he continued to pay oral homage to her shapely seat, ignoring her quiet murmurs of protest as his lips and tongue roamed over the taste-tempting flesh.
Then, as he wedged the tip of his thick tongue into the narrow crevice of her ass, he bade Claudine bend over. His great prick was on the rise, that eight inch length of meat swelling slowly but surely to a tumescent state.
"No, not that," Claudine protested, trying to pull away from her husband's strong grip on her hips. "I don't want that, Jim. Now please, let me go."
Claudine loved a screwing as much as the next female, but there were some sexual acts she just couldn't bring herself to enjoy. There were limits, she believed, to the liberties a wife should allow her husband, no matter how much in love she was with him.
Some things were just not done. She enjoyed warming to the occasion while receiving her husband's knowing caresses, realized considerable pleasure in his firm yet gentle fondling of her naked body, but there were times when a halt had to be called. And this was one of those times, Claudine thought, still resisting Jim's attempts to bend her over so that he could corkscrew his tongue into her anus.
"Come on, baby," Jim said. "Don't be difficult. If you'd just let me do it to you once, you'd see how good-"
"I say no!" Claudine shouted, breaking free at last and spinning around to face her husband. "What you want to do is dirty. It's dirty and animalistic. I don't know why you think I would enjoy such a filthy thing."
"All right, forget it then," Jim groaned, not bothering to disguise his displeasure. "I won't stick my tongue into your precious little ass-hole."
"Darn right you won't," Claudine mumbled, stepping out of her pink pants and then reaching down to pick them up. She moved quickly away from the bed and over to her vanity. She tossed the hot pants aside, picked up a comb and began combing her long dark tresses.
Jim turned on the bed to look at her. "So that's that, huh? I mean, now that you've spoiled the evening, you're just going to sit and calmly comb your hair."
"I haven't spoiled anything, James," Claudine shot back.
"You've managed to dampen my desire considerably, baby," Jim said, which was far from the truth since the sight of his naked wife was filling him with raw lust and diminishing not at all the size of his now totally erect prick.
But Claudine had aroused his ire, had annoyed him by once again resisting a little harmless sexual experimentation. How anyone who delighted in a fierce dicking-and Claudine loved to get laid-could continue denying herself new pleasures was something he would never understand.
He had met Claudine while on an assignment in France, wooed and won her in the space of four months and married her upon their return to New York. Quickly but with much love she had transformed his comfortable four room bachelor pad into living quarters for two, and they had eased into what both figured would be a life of connubial bliss.
But now, three years later, the cream was beginning to curdle a little. He still loved his wife, of that there was no question. And for all intents and purposes he was comparatively happy living the life of a married man, although he remembered fondly his swinging days as a footloose and imagine-free single man.
But it was not because of an intense, overwhelming desire to fuck another female that Jim had readily agreed to accompany his good friends, the Talbots, the Aliens, the Barnets, on their annual pilgrimage to passion's playground. Nor was the wish to prong a different pussy responsible for his having devoted every other evening during the past four months trying to convince Claudine of the numerous benefits of swapping.
His purpose in bringing Claudine into the mate-trading set was primarily to get her to open up, to force her into realizing her full potential for pleasure. And at long last, after considerable debate and argument, a few million words later, Claudine had consented to mingle with the mate-switchers.
Jim knew that his twenty-five year old wife had not been around much prior to their marriage. This, despite all that is said about the French female's liberal attitudes concerning sex and the advent of the Pill. And so her decision to sleep with another man had no doubt been a painful one, one made only because she wanted to please her husband.
But it had been a necessary decision, Jim thought now, as he watched his beautiful wife brush out her raven tresses. The health of their marriage depended in a large part on Claudine learning to respond with unashamed enthusiasm to those sexual acts she now labeled "vile and despicable perversions."
Claudine could see Jim watching her in the mirror. He's angry with me again, she thought. Because I wouldn't let him lick my ass-hole. But permitting that sick act would be as bad as taking his cock in her mouth and sucking it. And that she would never do.
"And I'll tell you something else," Jim said suddenly, breaking the silence which had enveloped him and his wife. "If you don't loosen up a whole lot and start acting like a normal, warm-blooded female, you're going to spoil the summer for everybody. I'd hate like hell for my wife to be called the party-pooper."
"And I might just decide not to go with you," Claudine said, laying her long comb on the vanity and staring at her husband's reflection in the mirror. "I can still change my mind, Mr. Keller," she said.
"But you won't, Mrs. Keller," was Jim's retort. "You'll have me looking like a complete fool if you change your mind and back out now. All the arrangements have been made, Claudine. Come Saturday morning and you and I will be heading for the Hamptons with the others. And that's final."
"You can't wait to see me with another man, can you?"
"Baby, that isn't the point. I'm only asking that you relax and learn to truly enjoy sex. I think a group of sophisticated swappers like the Talbots, the Aliens and the Barnets can teach you a helluva lot about yourself. Chances are that they can succeed where I've failed."
Claudine chuckled derisively. "And while I'm in 'class' learning all about myself, you'll be bouncing on Rhonda or one of the other wife-whores. Come to think of it, James, maybe that's a decision I should ask you to make. What exactly do you want ... a wife or a prostitute?"
"Claudine, you're being ridiculous," Jim groaned, falling back on the bed and turning onto his side, his back facing his wife. His cock was still stiff, almost painfully so, and he realized sadly that chances of bedding Claudine tonight were next to nil.
"Ridiculous, am I? You were the one whose bright idea it was to join the swinging set. Brian Talbot and Christopher Barnet and Paul Allen are suppose to turn me into a raving nymphomaniac while you're out servicing their wives. I call that ridiculous."
"Come to bed, Claudine," Jim sighed wearily. "There's no sense in us rehashing all of this. The hour is very late and-"
"And I'll bet the girls' eyes pop open when they catch sight of your big cock, darling," Claudine interrupted, her usually soft, lyrical voice laced with sarcasm. "I'll bet that during the course of one whole year of stupid swapping they don't get to wrap their vaginas around such a large organ."
"They don't swap during the year," Jim casually informed his wife. "Neither among themselves or with friends. That's what makes their summer vacation so appealing."
"Ohhhhh ... " Claudine sang, again in a voice which reflected her low opinion of those who switch spouses. "For ten months of the year the Barnets, Aliens, and Talbots behave themselves, then they all get together for two months in the summer and really go to town. That's how it is, huh, James? Look but don't touch until vacation time?"
"Yes, that's how it is, Claudine," Jim said softly.
The stunning French girl stood and left her vanity, the hint of a smile on her beautiful unblemished face as she moved to the bed and climbed into it.
"I was just thinking," she said, somewhat wistfully, "that maybe I can help make this one summer those swappers will never forget."
"What?" Jim asked, knowing he couldn't have heard correctly.
"Nothing, darling," Claudine replied softly. "You just finish masturbating and then go to sleep. Good night, husband."
"Bitch!" Jim muttered under his breath, wishing that lying next to him was the titian-tressed Rhonda, or the beautiful blonde, Barbara, or the little brunette doll, Judy. Any female other than his wife.