Chapter 3
Both couples continued to lie naked on the bed for a while, then they got up and talked excitedly of what a thrill it had been for all of them.
"It's always that way, dear," Connie told Darlene. "Paul and I have been mate swapping for more than five years now, and every time we do it, it's as exciting as it was the first time."
"And it hasn't changed your love for each other?" Darlene asked.
"Oh it has, it's changed it plenty. We love each other more and we're happier together than we ever were. I predict the same thing will happen with you two. You were in a rut and I'd say sex had lost its zing for you. After tonight, you'll be great together and then you'll get together with us or another couple and you'll drive yourselves wild again. You'll both learn a lot of wild new things and become first class swingers. Believe me, dear, you'll never want to turn back, not after tonight."
The women decided to go wash up and the men got up to join the, but Connie stopped them.
"Don't wash those beautiful cocks, darlings," she told them. "Leave them sticky and gamey as they are," she went on. "It will make them more exciting when we suck them later."
"Are we really going to do that?" Darlene asked as they went into the bathroom.
"I'm going to suck Dan off," the woman told her. "I think it would be a good idea for you to give Paul a blow job too. If you want to be a real swinger, it may as well start now. Suit yourself though. Neither Paul or I will try to force you to do anything."
They washed and douched carefully, arranged their hair, then returned to the bedroom where they got into their bras and panties again, Connie explaining that it would help revive their men faster.
After that, they returned to the living room and poured drinks. While they sipped at them, they talked about sex, Paul and Connie doing most of the talking, telling of their many sexual experiences.
"Have you ever seen a dog fucking a woman?" Paul asked their visitors.
"Hell no," Dan replied. "Have you?"
"Yes, a few times. Just a couple of months ago, we spent a weekend with two other couples at a farm," Paul told them. "Saturday afternoon, the big broad who owned the place, wanted to get fucked, but none of us could muster a bone. She laughed and called us a bunch of tired old men, then she left the room. She came back with a dog who looked as big as a horse. She squatted beside him and played with his cock until the long meat shot out, then she got down on all fours, the dog sniffed under her arse for a minute, then he was on her. It took him a while to get his tool up her slit, but when he did, he rode the big arse off her and made her groan.
"I got so hard so fast that I damn near went off in the air. I've seen a lot of wild sex games, but nothing to top that."
"I had something to top it," his wife said, her eyes shining. "Before we left on Sunday, I got her to lend me her dog. She supervised it while the others watched and he fucked me. Jesus it was great. No man who ever lived can fuck you as fast as a dog. It ends too soon, but while it lasts it's great. Maybe we'll take you out to the farm sometime and you can find out for yourself how it feels to be a human bitch for a big fucking dog."
Darlene wasn't sure she would want to go that far, but she sensed that as she continued this exciting new life, she would do more and more things, the mere thought of which would have revolted the old her. She wondered too, where it would stop, if it ever did stop and tried to picture herself as a little old lady, still on the prowl for new sexual acts, new sensations and thrills.
Darlene grinned as she thought of sitting in a wheel chair and using her cane as a dildo. She told what she had been thinking when Connie asked what she was grinning about and they all laughed.
"Oh sweetie," Paul told her, "you've got the natural inclinations of a first class swinger. I have no doubts in the world about you."
Thrilled by his praise, Darlene made up her mind then and there that when he achieved another erection, she would take it in her mouth and suck it off. Trembling with excitement, she told herself that she was finished with sexual reservations that they were for squares and that she would take advantage of any and every opportunity to enjoy way out sexual acts, no matter what they involved.
Connie excused herself and left the room. When she returned, she wore black elbow length gloves and tapped a riding crop against her gleaming, knee length, high heeled boots. Looking from the woman to her husband, Darlene saw his eyes shining with excitement and noticed that his organ rose a little, promising an early return to full strength.
"Paul," his wife snapped and slapped her boot with the riding crop, "make your cock stiff for me at once."
"I ... I can't," he said, a sob in his voice. "It's too weak."
"Are you defying me?" she asked, angrily. "Surely you know the penalty for that."
"Oh no," he groaned and fell to his knees, "don't beat me with the riding crop. Please, Mistress, I'll do anything. I'll suck your arse, I'll do whatever you want, only please don't beat me with your crop."
"Quiet, slave," she snapped. "You'll do anything you're told anyway. "When I tell you to curl your tongue up my arsehole, you'll do it. Now prepare for your punishment. Lick my boots, slave, or I'll give them to you in the ribs."
Trembling with arousal, Darlene hurried to her husband and snuggled into his arms to watch the new and so surprising game. She sensed Paul was enjoying his role, but he played it so convincingly that she almost felt sympathy for him.
He licked one boot, then the other and while he was still doing it, Connie flicked the riding crop and the three inch long leather tip lashed an arched buttocks. The man cried out in pain, then lay on the floor, crying as the woman ordered him to stand.
Darlene and Dan gazed at the bright red welt on his left buttock, then as he stood, they saw that his penis was strongly erect.
Paul was still pleading for mercy when the woman let him have a stroke of the crop on the other cheek of his behind and informed him that he was to receive a real beating.
"He loves it, darling," Darlene whispered.
"Look how stiff and strong his prick is."
"Yes, dear, think of it. In a little while, you are going to have that in your mouth and you'll suck it until he shoots all his cream in your mouth and throat. I hope you enjoy cock sucking, I'd love to have you suck me off." r
"Oh I will, darling, I will, often. Are you going to suck my cunt too?"
"You bet I am. From now on, you'll have trouble keeping my face out of your crotch. I may even want to sleep with it there."
"Oh, what a beautiful thought," Darlene sighed and closed a hand around her husband's stiffening penis.
"Darlene, darling," Connie interrupted, "please be a dear and take your panties off. I'd like you to help. I want you to hold my filthy slave while I lash his arse with my riding crop."
Hurring off the couch, Darlene took her panties off and tossed them to her husband. Impulsively, she ran a hand through her crotch, the touch causing her to shudder with arousal.
"What would you like me to do, Connie?"
"I've decided to have this beast kneel like a dog for his beating. I'd like you to kneel and hold his head between your thighs. Part the lips of your cunt so you can rub it on his neck while I'm punishing him. Who knows, if I beat him long enough, you may even be able to rub yourself off on his neck and have a come."
The man knelt on all fours, his strong penis hard and twitching, his naked behind arched and vulnerable. Connie crouched beside him and her gloved hand reached under him to fondle his penis and scrotum.
"I really should jerk you off first," she told him as her gloved hand moved back and fourth, "but that would deprive Darlene of her share of pleasure, so I'll allow you to keep your erection."
"Thank you, Mistress," he sobbed. "You are cruel, yet you can be so kind too.'r
"All right, Darlene," Connie said, her voice quavering with excitement, "kneel down now and grip his head in your crotch. Hold him tightly, it will be a severe beating and I don't want him to get out of any of it."
Trembling, Darlene dropped to her knees and pressed her thighs against his face. Remembering what the woman had told her, she reached into her crotch and parted the lips so that her clitoris was able to make contact with the back of his neck when she pressed down hard.
Satisfied, the woman took up her position then and began beating the man with her riding crop. It was an unhurried beating, each lash of the leather tip making a new red mark on his white buttocks.
He couldn't keep still as he cried and groaned and as Darlene picked up the rhythm, she rubbed her organ on his neck, his hair tickling her clitoris, adding to the thrill for her, promising the possibility of orgasm under such exciting circumstances. Wanting it to happen, she. rubbed more strongly, keeping her tender clitoris in contact with his neck as she rode him while his wife continued to lash his arched behind.
"That should do nicely for now," the woman said as she put the riding crop down on the table. "You may let him up now, dear."
"But Darlene couldn't obey. She was too close to orgasm to stop then. She rode his neck for a few more seconds, then threw her head back, her eyes closed and mouth wide open, a cry of ecstasy breaking from it as her thighs tightened around his head and neck while her whole body rocked in orgasm.
When she released him, with a lazy groan, Darlene lay on the carpet and took him into her arms. He kept on crying softly for a little while as she held him to her warm body and watched her husband hurriedly helping Connie out of her bra and panties.
She lay across the couch and he went down on her, lapping in her crotch until her legs kicked high in the air in climax.
Darlene and Paul moved closer to the couch then as Connie had Dan lie on his back. Bending over him, she pushed his penis into her mouth and began sucking, her head bobbing excitingly, her mouth moving up and down, wetting the shaft of his organ and making it throb and twitch.
When he went off, his semen shooting into her hot, moist mouth, Dan panted and grunted weakly, groaning as she sucked him dry.
Later, there was no hesitation in Darlene as she dropped to her knees before Paul who stood with his feet braced well apart and she guided the big head of his penis into her wide open mouth.
She held it there for a few seconds, savoring the feel of the warm velvet, then she sucked him until his semen was filling her mouth and she swallowed fast, still sucking, trying for more and more until he made her stop and weakly took his spent weapon away from her.
"Oh Jesus that was good," Darlene groaned. "A cock is as thrilling in my mouth as it is in my cunt."