Chapter 12
Their talk had taken place a week ago and now they were on their way to the first couple's house. Gene had heard about a club through one of his business associates and he had gone and signed them up. He had to-give a physical description of themselves and what their likes and dislikes were concerning sex and almost everything else, too. On his information sheet he put that he had had really very little to do with sex and therefore didn't know what he liked and disliked, but that he was willing to try anything at least once.
He had to ask Gilda about hers and he was amazed at the number of things that she had done and at what she really liked. He had never known that she had balled another woman, or fucked with a dildo, or with a vibrator, or with pieces of fruit. He had never suspected that she had been fucked in the ass, or, that with a double dildo, had been fucked while fucking a guy in the ass.
There were so many things that he couldn't hope to remember them all. All he knew was that he had a lot of catching up to do. He felt a little nervous about this evening, but Gilda had assured him that it was a normal feeling for anyone to have the first time. She told him that she was nervous also, but he couldn't really believe it, he couldn't see any reason for her to be nervous.
He kept wondering what would happen if he couldn't get hard, or couldn't stay hard, or what if he couldn't relate to the woman or they just couldn't get it together, He wondered what the proper etiquette would be in such a situation-would it be possible to tell Gilda that he wanted to go home? Or maybe he should just take the woman by the hand-none of these approaches seemed right. He didn't think that he would have the nerve to walk into a room where two people were balling and remove one of them-especially since that one would be the wife of the other.
But the big question that really plagued his mind was, what if the guy wanted to fuck him? What was he going to do? He had put down on the paper that he was willing to try anything once so he couldn't very well refuse. But he wasn't at all sure that he really wanted to try that one out
"Gilda?" he had to ask her what he should do.
"Yes?" poor Gene, Gilda thought, she felt so sorry for him because he was so afraid.
"What should I do if the guy ... ah, if the guy ... well you know, if he wants?" he knew that it wasn't coming out too well.
"If he wants to fuck you?" Gilda finished the sentence for him.
"Yes, that's what I mean. You see, I'm not sure that I could go for that," he tried to explain.
"Well, honey, I think that you should just tell him that you forgot to write it down on the dislikes because you didn't think that you would ever run up against that kind of situation," she turned and smiled at him, "does that sound all right to you?"
"Yes, yes it does. Thank you, because I'm sure that I wouldn't have thought of such a nice way of saying it. I probably would have freaked out and left the poor guy hanging."
"My goodness, Gene, I'm really very pleased-you are saying things to me that I never thought I would hear coming from you in a million years. Do you realize that you are getting me to talk to you more also because of this?"
"I suppose that I have noticed a change in you. You seem more friendly towards me, or at least that's how-I've felt." He took a quick glance at her.
The gleam of her hair in the streetlights and the golden tan of her skin made her so beautiful. She was so unbelievable looking that he wanted to stop the car and kiss her right there, but they were late already and if he did that then they would never get to the couples' house because he would be too jealous to let her go to bed with someone else.
"I have the feeling that your feet are feeling cold and I know it's a hot night out," Gilda cut in on his thoughts.
"No, I was thinking that I would like to kiss you but that I didn't dare because we would never make it to the other couple's house. I was also thinking that if I kissed you I couldn't bear to see you with another man," Gene told her.
"Well, darling let me tell you this, we would make it to the house because I wouldn't let you back out now, and it you should become jealous, as you may at first, you'll just have to learn how to deal with it. I've done a lot of things since I've known you and I'm still with you-that should prove something."
Gene didn't reply right away, then he suddenly saw what she meant and at the same time he found the house and a new feeling of pure joy and intense excitement abruptly washed over him. He turned into the driveway, stopped the car, leaned over and gave Gilda a good solid kiss, then bounced out of the car.
Gilda smiled quietly to herself as she felt the excitement come rushing out of her husband ... nothing could have pleased her more. They walked arm and arm up to the house and rang the doorbell. A very pleasant looking young woman answered the ring and invited them in. She introduced herself as Mrs. Tamara Snell and her husband was Ronald Snell.
"How long have you all been doing this?" Gilda asked while she was sitting down and having a drink.
"Oh, I would say about three years," said Tamara, who liked to be called Tammy.
"I heard about it just about the same way you did," Ron said, turning to Gene, "this guy I knew came to me in the office and asked if I wanted to join a new club. I asked what kind it was and I have to admit that I was a little shocked at first...."
"Not nearly as much as I was when he came home to tell me about it," Tammy interrupted.
"I thought that she was going to throw me out of the house until I reminded her that we had both been complaining that our sex life was getting boring and if we didn't do this then we would probably end up in clandestine love affairs that we wouldn't really want and that we would probably feel just as trapped in-so why not join. This way we at least know who the other is with and we can share our experiences with each other afterwards."
"That sounds like a great reason," Gilda said, "we joined for much the same reason, except that in our case, Gene felt that it might help him to loosen up and see more of what I have been talking about for years. He said he didn't have any particular dislikes because he hasn't really tried anything with an open mind."
"Besides, Gilda really needed this and I thought, well, she has been doing it all along and she is still with me, then why shouldn't I try it-it can't hurt," Gene added.
"That's why you got us," Tammy said, sitting closer to Gene.
"We're sort of for the beginners because we have been in it the longest, all the other original members have dropped out," Ron chimed in and looked Gilda straight in me eye.
Gene felt a little uncomfortable but Tammy was an attractive woman and he felt that he could really get along with her. He reached out and tentatively took her hand and he was surprised when she didn't flinch or try to repossess it. He felt a little brave and put his arm around her shoulder. She really surprised him this time when she leaned her head on his shoulder. At that moment, Gene felt very good and all of a sudden he relaxed and began to enjoy what was happening.
Gilda had not missed the pointed look that Ron had given her. She knew that men found her a bit more than just attractive and that sometimes it turned them into creatures that they themselves wouldn't recognize. She felt that Ron was probably a very gentle man, he would have to be to handle the beginning women in wife swapping but tonight she felt that he was going to find himself becoming a savage beast and he wasn't going to know what hit him.
She stood up and slowly went to the bar, she wanted to entice him, to tease him, to let him know that she knew what was going on. She let her hips slowly rotate in a most erotic manner and she could feel the holes that he was boring into her back. He quickly came up behind her and slipped his arms around her waist.
"Here let me help you make that drink, and a small one for me," he whispered into her ear, "I think I'm going to need one for tonight."
"Just possibly," Gilda purred, thoroughly enjoying herself.
She glanced over to Gene and Tammy and saw that they looked happy and settled in, probably they would ball on the couch unless Tammy could get Gene to go to the bedroom, Gilda doubted that, still he was trying and he did look happy and that was what counted.
"Listen, I want to show you the garden," Ron murmured to her as he handed her the drink he had just finished making.
Gilda wasn't sure if that was a leftover from the old days of saying 'let me show you my etchings' or if he just had that kind of voice, but she nodded her assent anyway and followed him out the French doors.
"We had it completely closed off and the lights enable you to see out. Plus the fact that mosquitoes never get in and it is cool," Ron chattered on, enthusiastically.
"You even had a tunnel built so that you could walk to the main room, this is a very clever idea," Gilda said with admiration.
"Thank you. My wife and I have tried to find a way to have parties and not be eaten alive, and we wanted to enjoy the land without sweltering to death, so we came up with this," he swung his arm out expansively.
Suddenly Ron couldn't play Mr. Cool anymore. He turned to Gilda, took her into his arms and crushed his mouth against hers. She started to pull back a little to rearrange things, but then didn't want to and fell into the kiss. He was strong and sure of himself and he had good lips and d a delicious tongue that kept darting in and out of her mouth.
She moaned and played tongue fuck with him, hardening hers and moving it in and out of his mouth faster and faster. Then he would harden his and do the same thing to her. It was a delightful game and really aroused Gilda. She pressed her hips against his groin and began to grind them together. She could feel the bulge in his pants grow bigger and bigger and soon it was going to split the pants if it didn't stop its progress.
He led her over to the bare, grassy floor and gently lowered her down. He leaned over and slipped off her shoes then reached up for her panties. Gilda burst out laughing at the expression on Ron's face when he found there were no panties to take off. He discovered only her smooth full cunt which had been freshly shaved that night.
"Do you like it?" she asked.
"Oh my God, I nearly came in my pants just then, it's the most fantastic feeling I've ever had!" Ron gasped out.
"I love doing it, it feels so good and clean this way.' she cooed at him.
He pulled her up by the hand and shakily unzipped her dress. He hadn't felt this anxious to see a woman since he was a kid and didn't know what they looked like at all. He started to push her back down and get a really good look when he realized that he was in an acute state of pain with all his clothes still on. He felt as if his cock was being strangled by some huge hand and he had to stop it.
He started to rip off his clothes when he felt Gilda's cool calm hands help him take them off. He gave up trying and just let her do it, he knew that it was going to take him longer if he continued to try. She quickly had them off and his rod greeted the air-stiff as a board.
He was definitely no small fry and Gilda swiftly sucked in her breath when she saw it. She knew that tonight was going to be a lot of fun, but tomorrow she might be just a little sore for it all. She allowed him to push her back onto the velvet green grass and felt his head become buried in her cunt. She loved the feeling of the grass against her back, it reminded her of when she and Lonny would sneak out into the yard late at night and fuck.
She could feel each blade of grass poking into her back and the cheeks of her ass, as she felt Ron's tongue swooping down upon her clitoris and suck it up into his mouth like a hungry bird with a fat worm. He nibbled and chewed on it, he licked and sucked all around it, and men he would jab at the very tip of it to send her soaring out into space. He was good and she was delighting in every minute of it. He knew how to sustain it, how to tease and hold her in a flight pattern just on the brink of landing.
It was rare that she found a man who really knew how to suck well, it had something to do with how much understanding they had of women. II they had a lot, then they were excellent at going down on women, if they weren't very sympathetic or thought that women were toys instead of human beings then they were lousy at going down on them or they wouldn't do it at all.
She moaned and writhed on the cool ground, she tried to dig herself into it, she tried to get away or push forward, but he had a tight hold of her thighs and he wasn't about to let go. Suddenly he began to viciously slap his tongue back and forth across the fiery flesh. He went faster and faster until she let out with a high-pitched wail and felt her clit spasm and spasm over and over again.
Ron rolled over onto his back and grabbed her by the hips. He brought her over him and shoved her cunt down onto his large prick, facing away from him. He bodily moved her up and down on it by holding onto her waist She could feel it tear into her and feel it all the way up into her chest. She was sure that he was going to come through her and up her throat
He moved her faster and faster and then suddenly stopped.
"Get up onto your feet, but don't let my dick come out of your hole, just balance on your toes, or if you can, sit Indian style on your haunches. But let me move you," he ordered.
She obeyed, not having the faintest idea of what was to come. Then suddenly she felt Ron's dick in her ass, then her pussy, then her ass. He was going from her ass to her pussy in rapid fire succession. It was the most unbelievable sensation she had ever felt. She honestly couldn't believe that it was happening. It was like being fucked in both places at once except that she knew it was not, and that was a turn-on too.
He went faster and faster and was ripping into her, impaling her with no mercy, onto his huge shaft. She was crying and screaming, the pain was immense, the lust was enormous, the passion was consuming them both, and neither one of them wanted it to stop.
His cock was all slippery and would glide into her holes with no trouble at all and yet he tore at her. Her holes were flowing like they had never done before and yet he was shredding her up. But she wanted more and more. She wanted as much as she could get and then some. She felt greedy and wanton, she felt the world was hers and she was sitting on the peak of it.
He felt as if he had succeeded in the ultimate goal, he had the golden-silvery goddess captured on his pole, and he wasn't about to let her go. He felt like he had the key to the whole universe right there in front of him, that this woman-could tell him all the secrets and he was going to make her. This woman held life in the palm of her hand and he was going to know it.
Higher and higher they rose until their heads were bumping the edge of hyperspace and they decided to turn back. They traversed the skies together and then they shot their rockets into the end-orgasm became their road and they followed it and followed it and followed. It was an endless road, but they finally fell off in exhaustion.