Chapter 8
"Oh, Jesus, Trish!" Dean cried, quickly pulling his come-drenched cock from Joanne's cunt. He leaped to his feet and stammered, "Now, honey, this isn't what you think it is. I mean, it's not what it looks like. I mean-"
Trish was standing there looking at him, her arms folded, her foot tapping, and Joanne could see that she was struggling not to burst into laughter. Dean babbled on, trying to explain away the fact that she'd caught him in the act of fucking Joanne. Finally Trish couldn't keep a straight face any more, and she turned away. Dean took this to mean that she wouldn't listen to him any longer.
"Oh, all right, dammit," he groaned, "I was getting it on with Joanne. Gan you forgive me, Trish?"
"Of course, Dean," Trish replied, "but only if you let me in on the fun."
Dean gawked at her a moment, then gasped, "What did you say? Turn around, honey. I can't understand you very well."
Trish turned around, grinning broadly.
"I asked if I could join the party," she said. "It looked like you guys were really having a good time." She kicked off her shoes and started unbuttoning her blouse.
"Now wait a minute," Dean sputtered, "I'm not going to let my wife in on anything like this."
Mike, who'd been watching the whole scene worriedly, now broke into a big grin. "Aw, come off it, Dean," he said, "you thought it was great when my wife did it."
"Yes, Dean," Joanne purred, "if it's okay for you to cheat, how come it isn't okay for Trish?"
Dean just stood there with his mouth hanging open, and Trish smiled sweetly and took off her clothes. Joanne noticed that Mike was watching her hungrily. When she unveiled her luscious little high-riding tits, he started to reach out for her, then stopped himself. He swallowed hard as she stepped out of her panties and revealed her small golden-furred bush. His cock gave a violent lurch and went rigid.
"Why don't we all go into the bedroom?" Joanne suggested with a smile.
Trish and Mike followed her eagerly down the hall, and Dean trailed behind, still looking stunned. When they reached the bedroom, Mike and Trish threw themselves on the extra-long kingsize bed and started kissing and pawing. Mike cupped the little blonde's tits, which made perfect fistfuls for his big hands, and Trish curled her fingers around his stiff cock and started pumping it. Joanne felt a surge of excitement, but Dean, who came up behind her, looked outraged.
"Goddamit, Joanne," he grumbled, "I didn't give Trish permission to get it on with anybody else."
"You're being silly, darling," Joanne cooed. "You fucked me, didn't you? So why shouldn't Trish fuck Mike?"
As she spoke, she fisted his prick, gave it a few suggestive squeezes, and felt it start to mushroom to its full seven inches. Dean gave a lusty shudder, and in seconds his cock was hard as a rock and hotly pulsating in her fist. She went on frigging him till he was breathing loudly and harshly. Then she looked up at him and saw that his eyes were glassy with horniness. She felt his piss hole leaking hot juice into her palm.
"Why don't we he down, Dean?" she purred.
"O-On the bed, with them?" he panted.
"Ummm-hmmm," Joanne said, "It'll be a real turn-on, don't you think?"
She started for the bed, and since she had hold of his dick, he didn't have any choice but to follow. Joanne stretched out only about three feet from Mike and Trish, and Dean eased himself down beside her. She went on eagerly pumping his cock as she watched the other couple. He had to force himself to look. He still felt insanely jealous of Mike for coming on to his wife.
Mike and Trish were exchanging deep hot tongue-kisses, probing each other's mouths. Mike was squeezing her tits, and she was hungrily pumping his cock and exploring his big hairy nut sacs with her free hand. Both of them were moaning and flushed, getting more wildly turned on to each other by the second. It was clear how urgently they wanted to fuck each other. Yet as Dean watched them, he felt his jealousy melting away.
He felt himself getting incredibly turned on by the sight of his petite blonde wife making it with another guy. His prick leaked more hot juice into Joanne's pumping fist, and she smeared the slick cream all over the big purple head of his cock. Her touch reminded him that he wasn't being left out of the fun. He had his buddy's gorgeous wife to comfort and amuse him. So why, after all, shouldn't Trish have Joanne's husband?
It all began to fall into place, especially when he cupped Joanne's huge hot tits and began playing with them. It all started to make good sense when she moaned with pleasure and pumped his prick even faster and more firmly. Two women were more fun than one. And if he went along with this new way of doing things, he could fuck all the women he wanted. Maybe Joanne and Mike had the right idea after all."
"Ummmmmmmm, yeah, squeeze my tits," Joanne murmured. "I really like that, Dean."
Dean bent down and stuck out his tongue and started whipping it all over her large cone-shaped nipples. She gave a shrill squeal of pleasure and tightened her grip around his swollen cock. As he tongued her tits, he watched her nipples grow and stiffen into long rigid buds. There was no question at all that she was turned on to him and ached for him to fuck her.
He wondered if he could fuck her while his wife lay on the very same bed, fucking another man? That was the big question. As he tongued Joanne's big ripe tits, he glanced over and saw that Mike had eased Trish onto her back, pushed her legs wide open, and was diving for her luscious-looking pink slit. His mouth touched her naked gash, and she gave a powerful shudder."
"Ooooooo, yessss," she hissed, "eat meeeee!"
Dean's cock gave a wild lurch in Joanne's fist, and he felt dizzy with lust. Mike's head started bobbing up and down between Trish's eagerly spread legs, and she squealed in ecstasy. Dean raised himself on one elbow to see exactly what Mike was doing to her. He saw his buddy's big red tongue whipping every swollen inch of Trish's golden-fringed slit.
"Unnnhhhh, fuck, it feels so good, Mike," Trish squealed. "Eat my pussy, don't ever stop."
Joanne sat up, too, and her glance darted back and forth. She watched Mike noisily eating Trish's pussy, and she felt the same wicked excitement Dean had felt. Then she watched Dean's face. He was flushed, panting, and his eyes were hot and glazed with lust. He obviously wasn't jealous any more, just insanely turned on by the sight of his buddy going down on his wife. Joanne thought she knew just what would complete his enjoyment of the scene.
"Would you like me to lick your cock while you watch, Dean?" she purred.
"Jesus, would I ever," he sighed.
Joanne grinned and knelt beside him, assuming a position where she could still watch the action out of the corner of her eye. She fisted the thick hairy base of his cock and dipped her face down low. Glistening streams of juice oozed from his piss hole, and she started hungrily spearing them up with the pointed tip of her tongue. She rolled them in her mouth, savoring the salty taste.
"Mmmmmmm, I love the taste of your cock, Dean," she moaned.
Dean shivered lustily. He could hardly believe this kinky and exciting scene was taking place. Mike's wife was going down on him while, right on the same bed, Mike was eating HIS wife's pussy. It was outrageous-and he was loving every second of it. And the thing that turned him on the most was watching Trish.
"Oooooooo, shit, it's so good," she was squealing.
His pretty little blonde wife lay there with her legs spread as wide as she could get them, Mike's head bobbing up and down between her thighs, Mike's big wet tongue lathering her pussy with hot spit. Her pretty face was contorted in a wild grimace of ecstasy, and she was clawing the bedspread. Pearly juice gushed from her aroused cunt mouth and flooded down her ass crack.
"Ahhhhhhh, yesss, eat me, Mike, eat meeee," she shrieked.
It was blowing Dean's mind. He didn't know when he'd been so turned on to his wife. And all because she was making it with his best buddy! To add to his wicked excitement, Joanne's hot slippery tongue was lashing up and down the bloated stalk of his cock, cleaning up every drop of trickling juice. He could hear her hungry gurgles as she lapped up his cream and ate it.
"Yeah, baby, go for it," he growled, "eat all that juice."
The sound of his voice drew Trish's attention, and she dizzily looked his way. She felt instant and flaming lust when she saw her husband lying there naked, Joanne hungrily licking his cock. Their eyes met, and Dean stuck his tongue out at her in an obscene and sexy gesture. She returned the gesture. Thank goodness he was enjoying himself! She'd been afraid at first that he wouldn't approve of them swinging with Joanne and Mike.
Trish shivered and squealed as Mike's expert tongue lashed and explored her swollen pussy. Her gash had been on fire with need since the moment she walked into the apartment. There had been Joanne, naked and crouching, Dean fucking her dog-style while she sucked Mike off. Right away Trish had wanted to be in her place, taking on two men at once. And with any luck she would, before the evening was over. But right now Mike's lashing tongue was driving her crazy with pleasure.
"Mmmmmmmm, yeah, eat my pussy good, baby," she moaned, "make me come. I just gotta come."
"I know how to make her come," Dean growled.
Mike raised his cream-smeared face and grinned. "Oh, yeah?" he said. "Tell me what to do."
Dean leaned over and whispered something to him. Neither of the girls could hear it. Mike grinned, nodded, and nosed into Trish's steaming gash again. He folded apart the golden-furred lips of her bush and isolated the hot pink nub of her clit. He jammed his lips onto the visibly throbbing button and started to suck. Trish screamed.
"AHHHHHHH, GOD, YESSSS!" she wailed.
Joanne just had to stop and take a look. Dean was already staring hungrily. Mike was sucking loudly on Trish's clit, making an obscene slurping and snuffling noise that echoed through the room. Trish had her head thrown back and her eyes screwed shut in ecstasy. Her perfect white teeth flashed as she panted and moaned. Mike was sucking her into a frenzy of pleasure.
"Unnnhhhhh, shit, SUCK!" she groaned.
Between his lips Mike could feel her clit swelling and stiffening. The little bud grew red-hot and began to throb violently. He was practically coming himself as he sucked off the squealing little blonde. Ever since he'd first met Trish he'd wanted to get into her pants, though of course he'd never told Joanne that. Now he didn't have to hide his lust any longer.
"Ahhhhhhhh, God, UNNNHHHHH!" Trish moaned.
She was hovering right on the brink of climax. Mike's lips squeezed and released her ultrasensitive clit in a steady hard rhythm, giving her jolt after jolt of exquisite sensation. She knew Joanne was watching, knew her own husband was watching, and somehow that just increased her wild excitement. Suddenly her petite body stiffened, then shuddered, and she began to convulse.
"AHHHHHHHH, YEAH, I'M COMING!" she wailed.
Joanne was still pumping Dean's cock, and she felt it give a lusty lurch in her fist. Something told her that he'd love to come right along with his squealing wife. She quickly dipped her head down and crammed his prick into her mouth. She caved in her cheeks and started sucking strongly on his big hard dick. He groaned and shuddered violently.
"AAAHHHHHH, FUCK, SHIT, AAAGGHHHH!" he roared.
Suddenly Joanne's mouth was full of his scalding come. She gulped it down hungrily as he groaned and came, swallowing jet after jet of the salty cream. She knew he was watching Trish come, watching his wife getting off from another man's head job. She could tell how violently aroused he was. He fucked hard at her throat, and he must have shot a gallon of steaming jizz into her gulping mouth.
"Unnnhhhhh, fuck, it's good," he groaned.
"Oooooooo, I'm coming so good," Trish squealed.
At last it was over, and husband and wife looked at each other with unashamed grins. "You're not mad at me any more?" Dean chuckled.
"Honey, I was never mad at you," Trish giggled. "And I hope you're not jealous any more."
Not any more," Dean assured her as Joanne released his wet prick from her lips.
"Well, I think we owe Joanne and Mike a few favors," Trish grinned. "Just look what they did for us."
"You're absolutely right, honey," Dean said, making a grab for Joanne.
He eased her down on her back and pushed her legs wide open. Joanne eagerly cooperated, bending her knees and exposing her pussy completely to him. She shivered with longing as he went belly down between her thighs and his hot breath tickled her slit. She'd gotten pretty hotly aroused while giving him that blow job.
She glanced over to see what kind of favor Trish was doing for Mike. Mike was stretched out on his back, a big grin on his face, and he'd folded his arms behind his head. He looked very comfortable, and very horny, as petite Trish knelt beside him, bent low, and started giving him a head job. She fisted the thick base of his cock and raised the rest to her mouth. She started lashing it with her hot little tongue.
"Ahhhhhhhh, yeah," Mike sighed. , Just then Dean stabbed at Joanne's clit with his tongue, and she felt a hot burst of pleasure. "Oooooo, yesss, lick meeee," she screeched.
She and Mike locked eyes. "Having fun, honey?" he grinned.
"Mmmmmm, I sure am," Joanne smiled.
"How about you?"
"Best party we've ever had," he said.
"And you're sure saving money on the snacks," Trish giggled.
She was lathering his whole eight-inch prick with hot spit, and Mike got flushed with arousal. Soon his piss hole was leaking big hot globs of juice, and the little blonde hungrily lapped up the steaming liquid and swallowed it. Joanne found herself wildly turned on from watching. Of course Dean's tongue was turning her on, too. He was giving her sensitive clit a delicious lashing.
"Oooooooo, Dean, that feels so good," she squealed.
"He's a super pussy eater, isn't he?" Trish said. "Ummmm-hmmm," Joanne sighed, "fantastic."
Dean was snorting and snuffling around in her steaming slit, but his favorite spot seemed to be her hotly throbbing joy button. He kept whipping and stabbing it with his big slippery tongue, and Joanne clawed the bed and whimpered with pleasure. Molten juice overflowed her box and gushed down the crack of her ass. She had to admit, Dean was every bit as good as her own husband when it came to eating pussy.
"Unnnhhhh, Dean, suck me," she moaned, "make me come."
"You got it, baby," he growled.
Both of them remembered vividly what Mike had done to Trish, and now Dean imitated it, jamming his mouth onto Joanne's hotly pulsating joy button and starting to suck it noisily. The pleasure was violent and sudden, and Joanne almost flew off the bed. She drenched Dean's face with a helpless rush of cream, and her voice was hoarse with ecstasy.
"AHHHHHHH, YESSS, SUCK MEEEE!" she howled.
Mike's cock gave a lusty lurch under Trish's lapping tongue, and she saw that he was watching his wife go out of her mind with pleasure. Obviously Joanne was right on the brink of an explosive orgasm, and this would be the perfect time to bring Mike off, too. Trish firmly fisted the throbbing base of his prick and crammed the rest into her mouth.
"AWWWWWWWW, YEAH!" Mike yelled.
His cock was suddenly sheathed in the wet furnace of her mouth, and she was sucking hard and hungrily. He groaned and began feeding her a steady stream of molten juice, and she gulped it down with greedy gurgling sounds. Her blow-job was expert and exciting, and all the while he watched Dean sucking off Joanne. No wonder he started coming within less than a minute.
It all started when Joanne threw back her head and wailed, "Unnnnhhhh, Dean, you're making me come, UNNNHHHHHHHH!"
Mike watched her body convulsing, her big tits wobbling and shaking, and then his balls spasmed and discharged their sizzling load. He started coming in Trish's greedily sucking mouth, coming like a bomb. He fucked at the girl's mouth, steaming his jizz into her throat, and Trish gave muffled moans of excitement.
"AWWWWWWWW, CHRIST, EAT MY COME!" he roared.
"Mmmmmmmm," Trish moaned, "UUUUUMMMMMMMM!"
Briefly Mike and Joanne locked her eyes as they came. They knew they were perfectly agreed now-no more sexual frustration for either one of them. When Mike was on the road and Joanne was left home alone, they could fuck whoever they wanted, and there'd be no hard feelings. And if they wanted to have a "party" with another couple, great. Joanne closed her eyes and convulsed with pleasure, knowing there'd be no more problems in her marriage.
When they'd finished coming, she laughed and said, "I'm a terrible hostess. I didn't even offer anybody a drink."
"I'll help you make them," Mike said. He had a hunch Dean and Trish might want to be alone together for a few minutes. A lot of things had happened to their marriage in the last half hour.
When he and Joanne returned with the drinks, Dean and Trish were holding hands and grinning. "Trish wants to try something," Dean said, "and I think it'd be a real turn-on."
"I wanta make it with both guys at once," Trish said eagerly, "just like you were doing when I came in, Joanne."
"I figured you would," Joanne chuckled.
"Sounds great," Mike said, tossing off half his drink, "let's get started."
Joanne had never seen her husband so horny. Already he had another belly-hugging hard-on. She knew he was really getting off on fucking another woman in front of her-and on watching her fuck another guy. That was fine, as long as everybody was included in the fun. Now Mike stretched out on his back, his mammoth eight-incher sticking straight up, and he grabbed Trish and had her straddle him backwards, her cute little ass poised over his belly.
"Sit," he commanded.
Trish sat-and squealed. Mike had aimed her so that she sat right on his stiff-standing prick, and the thick slab of meat plunged deep into her juice-slick cunt. She sat down on his cock till it touched her womb and his coarse-furred balls slammed her slit. Crammed with the hot throbbing meat, she gurgled ecstatically and drenched his prick with molten cream. Dean got in on the act next, straddling Mike's legs and facing his wife, his stiffly-wagging cock grazing her lips.
"Suck it for me, baby," he growled, "suck it good and hard."
Trish eagerly opened her mouth wide and let him glide his engorged prick over her tongue. She closed her lips, caved in her cheeks, and started to suck loudly and hungrily on her husband's dick. Mike was fucking her hard and deep, driving his rock-hard boner into her molten depths and giving her hot jolts of pleasure.
"Mmmmmmm, UUUMMMMMM!" Trish moaned.
Joanne was glad for her friend, but she was feeling very left out of the fun. Then she saw Mike beckoning to her. "Come over here, honey," he leered, "and sit on my face."
Joanne was straddling him in a split second, pushing her greedy pink slit right into his face. He snarled lustily and slammed his long stiff tongue into her cunt, cramming it right to the root of her hot fuck tunnel. Joanne screeched with pleasure and fed him a hot load of tangy cream.
"Ooooooo, baby, eat me out," she screeched. "Fuck me with that big ol' tongue."
Now all four people were connected with tongue, cock and mouth. Mike plowed his stiff tongue up and down in Joanne's tangy cunt and jerked his engorged prick in Trish's juicing twat. Trish sucked hard and hungrily on Dean's throbbing prick, suctioning the salty juice out of his piss hole. The room echoed with muffled moans and cries of pleasure.
Joanne noticed that she could see all of them reflected in the dresser mirror, four friends blissed-out as they fucked and sucked each other. She wouldn't even have been able to imagine herself doing something like this a week ago. Now she couldn't imagine her life being any different. Swinging was the only way to go, and luckily her husband agreed.