Chapter 4
One of the guys who seemed to be always around was Hank Jorgenson, a professor of English literature. He was casual and interesting, and while his blonde wife danced, we'd talk about books and authors. His wife Lori was intelligent, too; she seldom got giggly and never sloppy. She was pretty and full bodied, her breasts smoothly filling her tasteful gowns. My husband seemed attracted to her, and I couldn't blame him.
I drank far more than usual one night, and my head was wobbly on my neck as Harry led me in to bed. Stripping me and tucking me in, he told me not to worry, that he'd make apologies to our guests. The darkened room whirled as I closed my eyes, and I hoped Hank and Lori would forgive me for spoiling the party.
Sometime later, I felt his hard body slide between the covers and I rolled over to face him, mumbling that I would cut down on my drinking so I wouldn't embarrass him again. His hands wandered over me, smooth and caressing, cupping my tits and ass cheeks, pulling my body to his in the blackness.
My head cleared a little, and I settled myself to him, fitted my thighs to his and dug my fingernails into his back. It was only a moment, a sudden, startled moment, before I realized that the man in bed with me wasn't my husband. I stiffened and pushed at the strange chest with both hands, trying to twist away from the thrusting of his hard and pulsing cock.
But it was already too late; his prick was shoving up between my thighs, prodding hard at my bushy mound, and I could feel its strong warmth, its hunger. The man held me gripped tightly, fiercely, and I opened my mouth to scream. One of his hands clamped over my mouth and his voice hissed into my ear: "Don't be a fool, Patti!"
Hank Jorgenson! Hank was pinning me to my own mattress, Hank's shaft so urgently thrusting for the entrance of my labia.
"What-what?" I mumbled against his palm.
"Shut up, Patti," he whispered. "Shut up and listen. Use your ears."
Harry, I thought desperately, Harry will come into our bedroom and find me here with his friend. But then, slowly and faintly, I heard the sounds Hank wanted me to listen for. They came echoing across the hall from the guestroom, the timed and musical noises of an agitated bed. A woman moaned in the darkness.
"That's Lori," Hank hissed. "Your husband is with her, and they're fucking each other."
My mind staggered and the taste of liquor rose bitter in my throat. I kept listening to the sounds of the bed and Hank used my stunned condition to set his cockhead against the humid lips of my pussy. He shoved it in an inch, then another, and I didn't resist
They'd planned it, I thought my husband, Hank and his wife. Hank was screwing Lori and he'd sent Hank in here to me. I heard that other bed rattle and felt Hank's knob sliding up into the grip of my cunt If that's what everybody else wanted, so be it
Hank was a nice guy, and he had a nice, hard pole that was digging up into my not so reluctant pussy now. I wiggled as it did home. He had lifted one of my legs across his body, and I worked the heel of my foot into the warm crack of his ass. My cunt closed, welcoming around this new and different cock, and I ground my pelvis into his.
I-Fve wanted to fuck you for so long, Patti," he said. "But Harry said you weren't ready. Those long, sleek legs and now this blazing cunt-ahh, Patti, Patti, you're really a hot piece of ass, just as your husband said."
Squirming to him, I stroked and hunched, riding this strange prick, enjoying the new feel of it sliding in and out of the satin grasp of my feverish pussy, loving the caress of his balls and the grinding of his hairy crotch.
They-Harry and Lori have fucked before?"
He thrust strongly into my snatch, rubbing his pelvis across mine and stimulating my eager clit "Oh yes, many times. I've watched diem. Oh Patti-such a sweet juicy little cunt"
My husband and his wife, fucking while he watched them. The idea turned me on wildly, and I bucked avidly on his pistoning cock, slamming down on the swollen cockhead with the muscles of my wet vagina. Hank held the cheeks of my ass and I felt his fingertip sliding up into my asshole, probing delicately there while his stiff prick worked powerfully within my thrilled cunt
I didn't object so he moved it on inside the tight hole, and I discovered a different excitement something that flashed from my anus to an erotic connection deep within my surging pussy.
Bucking on both digits, I wiggled in rapture as they slid in and out as they felt for erogenous zones and found them. My clit swelled and vibrated. I kissed Hank savagely, running my tongue halfway down his gasping throat If he SO had yearned so much for my pussy, Yd sure as hell give it all to him.
Hank groaned, and his cockhead jerked in a spasmed movement I felt my own sudden orgasm coming, building up from behind my knees and rushing through my tensed thighs to center in the mad pulsation of my cunt to throb against my clitoris with an urgency that couldn't be denied, couldn't be held off for one second longer.
"Baby," he panted, "oh baby-I'm coming! I'm about to let go inside your lovely young cunt-"
Tuck me, fuck me!" I answered, biting his lips and banging my pelvis savagery into his.
I reached my climax a heartbeat before Hank came, and shivered on that magic pinnacle for a breathless moment before the mighty flood of his semen was let loose into my searing pussy. His come was scalding, bubbling hot penetrating every nook and cranny of my vagina, spattering rich and thick against the opening of my womb, spraying oyster-like over the flexing vaginal walls.
Gasping into his mouth, I kept straining against him, continued to grind and hunch on his embedded meat really digging my new lover, maybe digging him even more because my own husband had sent him to me. What a way to turn on, I thought to wake up and find a strange prick reaching between my thighs. I wondered if my husband was getting himself a good fuck in the other room.
Maybe if s old hat now, but back a few years ago, mate trading wasn't all that accepted, and that night was my initiation into a hidden segment of society, into a group of people who sought and found excitement by exchanging husbands and/or wives. I didn't fight the idea, but accepted it, as if I had been waiting for it all my life, and maybe I had been. Now I had a green light for sex, and could do just about as I damned well pleased, so long as Harry was included in the action.
I guess I went kind of crazy with Hank that night I was all over him, taking his good cock into my body in a variety of wild positions, but neither of us went down on the other for a long time. When I turned on the bed lamp and reached for the bottle I kept close by, Hank was ready for a break and a drink, too. I took a couple of long, strengthening swallows and passed him the bottle.
"You said you watched Lori and Harry," I said. "Don't they mind?"
"Oh no," he smiled. "It adds something to their screwing. And watching isn't all, Patti-I joined them, too."
"If s even better with couples," he said.
I blinked. "Two guys and one woman?"
His eyes on mine, his prick bent now and sagging, but with a little seepage still on its shrunken head. "Do you think you're ready for something like that?"
Swallowing, I murmured, "I-I don't really know. Maybe I'd like to see Harry putting it to your wife, see how Lori screws, but I don't know if I could just-sort of mix with them."
"Sure you can," Hank insisted. "You can give way to your real feelings, just the way you did when you first felt my prick in your sweet cunt and realized that it wasn't your husband's. Yon can release your libido, Patti, let your desires run free and untrammeled, be as earthy and natural as you wish."
I took back the bottle and worked it over, making my eyes water but setting a new flame in my tummy. Hank made a lot of sense as he kept talking about doing exactly what I felt, so long as it didn't hurt anybody else. My husband thought it was okay, and so did Hank and Lori Why should I feel uneasy about making it, then?
Something to do with the time my first husband walked in on me while I was fucking our neighbor, I supposed. And the more I thought about the idea of watching Harry screw the beauteous Mrs. Jorgenson, the more excited I got Then I frowned. Suppose he was already screwed out, and couldn't make it again?
"Well?" Hank asked, running his fingers gently over the hard nipples of my tits.
"Let's go," I said, making up my mind. But I still got my robe out of the closet and carried the bottle with me.
As if they had been expecting us, the light was on in the guestroom across the hall as Hank led me there, holding my hand. Hesitantly, I peeped through the doorway at the couple entwined upon the bed. Her long, golden hair was draped across his chest, and my husband lay upon his back.
His shaft was sticking straight up, the head of it all shiny with his and her juices, and she was kissing his belly. Her sleek legs were drawn up, but she was lying on her side, the rounded cheeks of her ass gleaming softly in the light
I could see the blonde pubic hair peeping coyly from her crack, and thought again that I couldn't blame Harry, or any other man for that matter, for being drawn to this woman. She was beautifully put together, cunningly designed, slim in the waist and full in the tits, and she seemed to be enjoying herself. They had fucked many times before, Hank said. She must have felt deprived, since Harry married me, cut off from the prick she obviously adored.
My husband turned his head slightly and he saw me in the door. Slowly, he smiled, and while one hand rested upon that mass of golden hair, he motioned me inside the room with the other one. Mechanically, I moved in, still hanging tightly to Hank's hand, still clinging to the strength of my whiskey bottle.
Sinking into a chair, I stared mesmerized at the scene before me, fascinated by the sight of a lovely woman preparing to go down on my husband. Hank sat on the arm of the chair, leaning forward, but with one arm around my shoulders so that his hand cupped the sensitive swell of my breast, so that his thumb and forefinger could roll the nipple between them.
Lori was kissing my husband's thighs, drawing the glittering wealth of her hair over his groin so that his stiff prick was washed by it, surrounded by its abundant softness. She burrowed her face between his spread thighs. I could barely see how she was working her tongue into his crack and beneath the wrinkled sack of his balls. Harry was twisting slowly in passion and curling his fingers into her flowing hair.
You would think that I would be uptight, alienated by what I was seeing, that I would flare in jealousy because another woman was going down on my husband's cock. But strange emotions were moving along my nerve ends, forcing my breath to rasp in my throat. I wanted him to make it with her, wanted him to twist and heave in the spasms that meant he was coming. I wanted to see it and somehow be it, to give and take at the same time, to kind of stand aside and watch this woman who was me and yet not me.
My eyes went wise as she lifted her face and licked over his shaft, as she ran her quick red tongue up and down the expanded length of my husband's prick. I saw the white flash of her teeth as Lori gently nipped the pole and I could almost taste the skin against her lips as she drew them up and over the cockhead itself.
"That's the way, Lori," Harry breathed. "Oh yeah, baby-I can feel your tongue sliding all over the head and uuhh-going down into the slit. Sweet and hot, baby-that's the way I dig it: wet and hot-"
Hank leaned close and whispered in my ear: "Aren't they beautiful? Look at the way she worships his prick with her mouth. I can tell yon that my wife really knows how to give head, that she actually devours a man's prick."
My hand strayed over and cupped his balls; my fingers wandered over its rigid shape, but I never took my eyes from what this man's wife was doing to my husband. Now she had her hands beneath the cheeks of Harry's ass and was bobbing her head up and down, sucking his cock as she worked it with her tongue.
Hank pulled insistently at my shoulders, and I leaned his way to feel the warm bulb of his cock against my cheek. By tilting my head just a little, I could reach it with my tongue without looking away from the pair so busy upon the bed. I licked him, ran my tongue over his knob and tasted its flavor.
Just then, my husband's eyes caught mine, and he smiled. He smiled as he watched me slide my lips over another man's glans, as he saw me take another man's prick into my mouth, where I had so often loved his own. It was weird, but somehow we seemed to be connected by the acts, joined by what we were giving to others.
Lori was moving faster now, and I knew that I would never catch up. She was cuddling my husband's balls in one hand and playing the fingertips of the other along his shaft while her red mouth sucked and slid, hobbled and pulled up. I tried to match the movements, to duplicate the action with my own eager mouth, but Hank was sitting on an angle, holding to my head, one knee hooked around the arm of the chair and the other foot braced against the floor.
Harry's balls gave a little upward leap. Lori moaned as his juices gushed fiercely into her pulling mouth. My husband was pumping his come into the lovely woman's throat, and I chewed upon Hank's cock in turn. I saw my husband's eyes roll upward, and knew that he was really spitting his semen into Lori's throat, that he was getting his orgasm good. I just kept working Hank's cockhead, sliding my siphoning mouth up and down until he came, too.
Swallowing his hot juices, sucking them along my tongue and down my throat, I stared at my husband, at the woman with her mouth still wrapped around his prick. In some far, small corner of my mind, there was a little warning buzzer. But I didn't pay any attention to it I drained Hank dry and let his shaft ease from my lips. Then I rinsed my mouth with a couple of big belts from the bottle, rolling the whiskey around before swallowing it
I got drunk again. They put me on the bed with them and made me a part of the swinging, but somehow I just couldn't get myself all together for it Oh, it was a freaky kind of fun, to fie there and play with Lori's tits while her husband and my husband took turns sticking the meat to her writhing body.
And it was dreamy to take my mm with them, feeling one cock push into my humid pussy, then the other taking its place. I enjoyed being kissed by Lori and knowing the subtle honey of her tongue against my own. I even liked it when the three of them went at me, rolling me over, kissing my mound and sticking fingers and pricks into it
It was something out of the Arabian Nights, a fantasy land where every inch of my skin turned ultra-sensitive, where I drifted with the lotas and everything was a soft blur. I drank more, numbing that far place in my head, and sometime during that hectic night I passed into a deep, dark sleep.