Chapter 3
Pat stepped out of the shower and reached for a fluffy Turkish towel. She jumped when her hand brushed the towel over her pussy. It was very tender. But then, it had seen more action in the past few hours than it had for months and months. It was ready for her husband, just the same. In her mind, she could already feel his familiar cock sliding into her wetness.
She wandered around in the nude in her room, straightening it up a bit. She wanted no sign of her bout with the trucker to be visible. If the time ever seemed right, she'd tell Ray about it. But not now.
Through her window she could look down into Jerry's bedroom. They hadn't bothered to close the drapes. She could see Lynn's slim naked body writhing on Jerry. They were fucking up a storm, charged to the hilt by the mini-orgy that had just happened in Pat's garage.
She heard Ray's car turn into their driveway, and hastily checked her appearance in the mirror. Her pink cunt was rosier looking than ever, but she doubted he would even notice. He came breezing into the bedroom and tossed his suitcase on the bed.
"How's my girl?" he asked cheerfully, rumpling her hair.
Her answer was just one word. "HOT!"
He chuckled and patted her firm butt. "After dinner we might take care of that," he said. He hesitated and then he told her, "Hate to say this, hon, but I'm due in Frisco tomorrow morning."
He silenced her protest with a quick kiss. If he felt her hand as it cupped his crotch, he gave no sign. So he was going on the road again. To her surprise, Pat discovered she was almost glad he was leaving so soon. There were so many experiences she wanted to have, now that she'd freed herself of the idea of being true to a man who hardly seemed to notice her or her needs.
Ray seemed preoccupied during dinner. After, he let her sit on his lap, in her short terry robe, but his cock only half heartedly responded to her teasing touches. She bet herself he got plenty of ass on the road, but she didn't feel like starting an argument by saying anything about how tired his cock seemed to be.
Later, when he shuffled into their bedroom, still damp from his shower, he found her standing nude by the open window, looking down. He came up behind her, his cock pressing against her bare ass.
"Look down there, Ray," she told him, nodding at Jerry's open window. Lynn was crouched on her knees, her long black hair spread out over her husband's stomach, sucking madly on his cock.
"Jesus," Ray muttered. "They don't give a damn who sees them getting it on." She felt his cock pressing against her ass. She spread and reached down between her legs to hold his tool against her moist cunt. "That woman really loves to do a cock," he commented.
"Give you any ideas?" she teased him. Now his dick was at last straight and strong in her hand, lifting up against her wet cunt. Her fingers teased him. While they watched Jerry and Lynn, the slim girl rolled away and came up on her hands and knees. Jerry lifted his cock and aimed it between her round little buns.
"Christ, he's gonna ram her in her butt," Ray muttered. His hands lifted Pat's smooth breasts and his thumbs absently rubbed her nipples. Pat kept stroking her pussy against his cock, getting his hard shaft soaking wet with her juice.
"You've never tried that with me, honey," she purred.
"Nope," he grunted. "Ass fuckin' is dirty."
She moved forward, and then eased gently back at him. His hard cock snapped up and its head pushed between Pat's firm cheeks. She kept up the pressure, leaning over the windowsill a little bit.
Ray's breath was hot in her ear as he bent over her to watch Jerry slide his rigid dork all the way up Lynn's tight little brown hole.
"Shit! She loves it," he muttered. "Look at her ass wiggle. Jesus, we shouldn't be watching, Pat. It isn't nice to peek at people screwing."
"Who says," she murmured. "It's turning you on. Your cock is sneaking right up my asshole."
"Huh!" He suddenly realized she had managed to slide his dick partway up her ass. He would have jerked out, but her hands reached back and held him tightly to her.
"Uh ... well ... what the hell. It ... it doesn't feel half bad. Tight. Hot!"
He stared at Jerry thrusting even faster, and then Pat felt him pushing his cock further and further into her tight butthole. She turned on! Never once had she been able to get him to fuck her shithole this way. It hurt her, but the more she worked his cock in and out, the better it felt.
"Fuck me in my ass, Ray," she encouraged him. Her fingers gripped the windowsill. She bent over more and spread her feet apart. In spite of his reluctance, Ray stroked into her flaming butt, peering over her shoulder at the young couple tearing their bed apart, below them.
"PUSH! PUSH!" Pat panted. "That feels weird! But good. Don't you love it?"
He didn't answer her. Instead, his cock abruptly jerked and blew a load of cum up her writhing ass. She had forgotten how quickly he came. That had always been their trouble. And he always turned over and promptly went to sleep, leaving her lying there, wide-eyed in the dark, fingering her empty cunthole. There were not going to be many more nights like that, she determined, no matter what she had to do to prevent it.
He jerked out and padded down the hall to the bathroom, leaving her standing at the open window. Pat felt hot as hell. Frustrated. She was just getting into it good when his cock let loose. The same damn story! Only this time, he had come even more quickly than ever.
When he returned, he flopped on the bed and pulled the covers up under his chin.
Pat asked, "Is that it?"
"I'm bushed, babe," he muttered, already half asleep.
"And what about me? I didn't make it," she told him.
He didn't answer. In a minute, she heard him snoring. In disgust, she slipped into her robe and stomped downstairs. Now she wished she hadn't thrown her dildo away. At least it didn't fall down on the job, like her weak-peckered husband.
Pat switched the TV on, and stared dully at the screen. Her fingertip found her clit. Her body jerked hotly. But she had had enough of playing with herself. Impulsively she reached for the phone and asked information for Jerry's number. When he answered, she talked low and sexy, pleading with him. Then she smiled and quietly closed the back door behind her.
Jerry led her into their room and patted the bed beside his wife.
"Climb in, Pat. Lynn isn't mad. But she's damn hot, I should warn you."
Pat grinned. "I know. Ray and I were watching you two fuck, from our upstairs window. You got him so hot he blew off. And checked out," she added bitterly.
Lynn's eyes were diamond bright with lust, sweeping over Pat's curves under her short robe. Her tiny hand tugged at the tie and brushed the cloth aside. Her mouth closed over Pat's rigid nipple. She sucked hungrily, and then eased her lips away to murmur, "Jerry has been talking to me about ... about swinging. I told him I would try. And now I'm glad it's going to be with you."
Pat felt that strange surge of heat coursing through her body that she had felt when Lynn kissed her in the garage. Well, hell, what was wrong with responding to another woman? Her body quivered when the girl's slim finger pushed up into her cunthole.
Jerry lay on his side, stroking his dong and watching Pat getting hotter and hotter. He grunted his approval when Lynn pushed Pat's thighs wide apart and lowered her head over the blonde muff of cunt fur.
"Aaaaahhhh! Oooooh, your mouth feels so good!" Pat gasped. "So warm. Lick me. Lick me."
She stretched out flat on the bed, lifting her knees and lying wide open for the young girl's eager mouth. When Lynn rolled over on her, she didn't hesitate for a second. Her tongue slid into that small cunt, and began doing exactly what Lynn was doing to her. She was hotter than hell, and yet oddly relaxed. Even though she had never had her mouth down on a pussy, she knew instinctively just where to lick and nibble. She felt the bed move as Jerry leaned over and licked between his wife's spread asscheeks. She moaned when Lynn's tongue excitedly began driving deeper into her cunt. Pat wished with all her heart that Ray would wake up and look down at her, eating a sweet young pussy and coming over and over again as Lynn chewed furiously on her cunt.
Pat's orgasms came one after the other! Her legs snapped open and closed around Lynn's head. She pulled back and her head pushed Jerry away as she went for the hot girl's asshole. Her tongue drove deeply. She rolled on her side, and gasped and began coming harder than ever when Jerry's cock slid into her butt and Lynn fingered her slippery clit with two tiny fingers.
"Oh God! Please stop. Just for a second," Pat pleaded. "The top of my head is coming off! I just can't come anymore."
Jerry's answer was to get a firm grip on her hips and swing his stiff cock faster, plowing into her flaming butt with unmercifully hard strokes. Lynn slid up Pat's thrashing body and lowered her pussy. Pat's feeble protests were lost in the girl's wet muff as she ground her cunt mound down hard.
Jerry's cock unloaded a blazing hot spurt of cum in her ass. Another. Another! He fell back, panting. Lynn rolled off Pat and mounted her husband, driving his cock out of sight up her tunnel.
She perched happily on him, puffing her cheeks out and grinning at Pat's wobbly efforts to sit up on the wide bed. Her small face was flushed and her nipples stood briskly erect. Her warm hand rested on Pat's thigh. She sat very still on Jerry, letting him catch his breath.
"Ooooo, this is great!" she purred. "I have you to thank for getting my man so hot, Pat. We've been fucking like crazy since I dragged him home. And now to have you in our bed-it's just too much!"
Pat could not keep from blurting out the thought that had been buzzing around in her head. "Let's go over to my pool and I'll go wake up Ray. Do you mind if Lynn gets some different cock, Jerry? That is, if I can talk my fuddy-duddy old man into doing a little swinging."
He looked up at Lynn perched on him and smiled. "It's up to her. I'll bet she fucks him half to death, once she gets started on him. You don't know this hot chick."
Pat grinned. "And you don't know my quick-blow husband. He's not much in the sack. But maybe ... out in the pool with you ... let's try it and see what happens."
Lynn giggled excitedly and sprang off the bed. "Swimsuits?"
Pat nodded yes. "At first, anyway. Let's work him into it all. I'll bring him down to the pool. When he sees you two getting it on right under his nose-well, it might just be a night to remember!"
She tossed her robe over her shoulders and trotted back home.
Up in their bedroom, her eager fingers pulled the sheet off Ray. Her mouth closed over his soft cock.
"Mmphff!" he muttered. "Lay off, Betty. I'm too tired to go again."
Pat jerked erect, suddenly blazing mad! Her worst suspicions had just been confirmed. Now she knew for sure he had some bitch tucked away and was spending himself banging her, instead of his own wife.
She leaned over and bit him on his cock. Hard! He let out a yelp and sat up, grabbing for his dick with both hands.
"This isn't Betty Baby, sweet," she rapped angrily at him. "This is your hard-up wife! The one you never satisfy. Get up, damn you. Not one fucking word out of you. Get up! We are going swimming, and you are going to fuck my pussy in the pool. You hear me?"
He meekly allowed her to jerk him out of bed and shove him down the stairs. She led him to the pool edge and pushed him into the deep end and then dove in after him.
He came up spluttering and dragged himself up on one of the floats. He kept his mouth shut when she seized his cock and began beating on him. To her surprise, he seemed to dig being treated roughly! His dick swelled under her pounding fist, growing harder than she had ever seen him.
"So Betty really whacks this thing, does she?" she hissed at him.
"I am truly sorry, Pat. I...."
She cut him off. "You're only sorry you blew it and got my name wrong," she told him, jacking his rigid dork with both hands. "By the way, lover boy, say good evening to our guests."
His head jerked up. His eyes flicked over the pool surface. Jerry came floating out of a patch of shadow, his cock out of his swimming trunks and throbbing mightily in Lynn's teasing hand. She smiled brightly at him and dog-paddled their float over beside his.
"Hello, Ray," she chirped. "I see you are awake now."
He mumbled something, his face flushing red. He reached out to shake Jerry's hand, rather formally. It seemed a dumb thing for a man to do, under the circumstances, but he was really shook up.
And he didn't utter a single word when Lynn reached over and wrapped her hand around Pat's and helped jack his cock. When Pat slipped away and shoved Jerry's cock in her mouth, he fell back on his float, rubbing his face in confusion. But Pat noticed his prick stayed stiffly erect, and when Lynn went down on him he coughed, but didn't make a move to stop her.
Pat smiled ever so sweetly at her husband. "Betty is now going to fuck Jerry. Like to watch?"
He compressed his lips, but said nothing when Pat tugged Jerry up the pool steps and pushed him down on a lounge. He watched his wife take their neighbor's cock and slide it into her cunt, and then turn her head to smile at him.
"Betty?" Jerry whispered in her ear.
"That's some cunt he's been fucking. Somewhere. He really blew himself out of the tub, tonight," Pat told him grimly. But her cunt wasn't acting like it belonged to an angry woman. It gripped Jerry's dick with excited little quivers and stroked him deeper into her.
Lynn was going ape, sucking Ray's dick as she half lay on him, floating around on the pool's moonlit surface. Ray kept turning his head to watch Jerry's white asscheeks rising and falling as his wife fucked the hell out of his neighbor, right before his eyes. He groaned out loud when Pat wrapped her legs around Jerry and picked up the fucking pace even faster.
Lynn raised her angel face and smiled at Ray's drawn expression. She tapped his cock against her pursed lips and blew softly on it.
She asked, in a tiny little voice, "Would you like to fuck me?"
Ray's voice stuck in his throat. Then something seemed to happen in his rattled brain. He splashed out of the pool and pulled her along with him to a lounge beside his fucking wife. He moved it over closer to Pat and Jerry and gently pushed Lynn down on her back. She whimpered with pleasure when she watched his hard cock slide into her wet twat. She hoped she wouldn't come until the sun came up. Now she was swinging! Now she had a strange cock to work on!
Pat looked at the expression on Lynn's face, as she hotly screwed Ray. The girl was ecstatic! And she had never known Ray to fuck so vigorously. She felt a tiny twinge of jealousy, but it passed. Pat had read about swing parties, but had never really understood why people went to them. Now she realized how exciting it was to feel a man's prong working in her, and be able to look at another woman fucking. It was much like holding a mirror to her own actions and emotions. And the sounds! She found herself lying rather still under Jerry, just listening to the erotic squish of two cunts taking two hard cocks, and the quick short gasps Lynn was making as she fucked herself on toward her climax.
Ray wouldn't meet Pat's eyes, but he was turning on more and more, as he watched his wife being fucked. Pat found herself wondering what kind of a woman this Betty must be. Probably she was kind of a wild swinger and threw fuck parties for him. No wonder the man was always dragged out when he came home. She sniveled, and told herself she didn't care. With a pussy like hers, and her sex drive, she could get all the cock she needed. And anyway, if all else failed, Jerry was young and strong. And he lived right next door. Fuck Ray! She didn't need to fuck Ray!
She felt Jerry's cock growing stiffer. "Come, baby," she crooned. "Come real big in me." Pat spread wider so Ray could see how lovingly her cunt clung around Jerry's spurting cock. Lynn watched her husband shake as his balls unloaded, and she began to come a split second after him. Ray grunted in surprise at how hard her little cunt squeezed his aching prong. She brought him off hard and fast. He sat up, red-faced and puffing, then walked over and flopped into the pool without saying a word. Pat sighed. So soon, her first swinging party was abruptly over. It didn't seem fair.