Chapter 10
But Jack Caspar's party, in honor of his brunette niece, wasn't quite over yet. Indeed, so far as Matt and Dorothy Tilden were concerned, it was just beginning to get interesting. Ella, observing the frantic clinch which sturdy, brown-haired Matt and his naked honey-haired wife had gone into, tactfully figured that she had done her good deed for the night. And so, after bending down to kiss Dorothy's panting mouth, and to rumple Matt's hair and give them a few enthusiastic exhortations, she swiftly donned her clothes and slipped out of the guest room to leave them to their long overdue reconciliation.
As soon as Matt had achieved his torrid climax, he got down off the bed and hurried over to the door to lock it again so that nobody else would intrude. Then he made a quick trip to the bathroom for necessary ablutions, and returned with a wet hand towel for Dorothy, who lay there sprawled, a hand over her forehead, her magnificent titties rising and falling with a violent rhythm of her come. In the bathroom, he had taken off his pants and sport shirt and undershirt, and was now down to his socks. For a moment he stood looking down tenderly at the naked honey-haired beauty who had given him such a hard time, but to whom he was still deeply bound by ties of fierce sexual infatuation. Then his eyes narrowed and he glanced at the towel in his hand; and then a broad grin came over his pleasant face. "All right, Dottie, that's more like it," he declared. "Now let's see if you and I can't get back to where we used to be before you started building mountains out of molehills with all the neighborhood gossip."
"Matt, do we have to talk about that? I ...I guess maybe I was a little too quick to believe Mrs. Ames, but you'll admit...."
"I'll admit whatever I want to admit, and from now on in, there's going to be a change in our house, baby," he broke in. "If I want to knock off a piece with some cute gal, from now on I'm going to tell you."
"Ohh!"
"And, by the same token, if you feel horny and I'm not around, it's all right with me as long as you tell me all about it."
"You can't be serious!"
"But I am, baby. I was never more serious in my life. Jack, Pete and Dave and I have been talking about this for quite some time now. I think it's the answer for both of us. I get the urge every once in a while, like with that Mrs. Purviss, but I didn't go through with it because it could have built into something bad for both of us. But if I were to boff cute little Junie Wormsley, for instance, and you were to go to bed with Dave, we'd both know about it and we could keep it all in the circle, without anybody being the wiser, like that snoopy Mrs. Ames."
"You mean you wouldn't care if I had an affair with another fellow?"
"You aren't listening very good, Dottie. Sure I'd care, but if it happened to be one of my good friends and I was boffing his wife, then, no, I wouldn't mind. I think it would make it a lot more exciting between us when we shared the details. Everybody's got a different way of making love, anyhow, and we're still young enough to learn new tricks."
"Well, I like that!" She was getting sulky again as she swung her long bare legs over the edge of the bed. "In other words, you want to swap me just so you can have your fun? That's just like a man."
"Now wait a little minute, Dottie Tilden!" he brandished the hand towel menacingly. "Don't give me that holier-than-thou line, because I happen to know you had a couple of crushes on guys when I was dating you, and you used to tease me by telling me how far you'd let them go with you. And you got your kicks out of that, don't deny it!"
"Well, that was different...."
"The hell it was!" Again he angrily interrupted. "And then that time I had to go to Cleveland for a convention, the second year we were married, and I came back and wanted to love you up real good. Hell, the company had a couple of sexy call-girls at the hotel where I was staying, and I could have screwed every night and had a hell of a time, but I didn't. I was just thinking about getting home to you. And when I got back home, you weren't in the mood and you were saying something about the curse. Only I happened to keep track of dates, and it wasn't your time at all. Say, now that we're on the subject, what did happen when I was gone? I bet you got yourself nicely fucked by some boyfriend, and that's why you weren't in the mood for your hubby."
Dorothy Tilden's face turned scarlet and she put her hand to her mouth as she stared at him. It was a giveaway reaction.
"Uh huh," he said grimly, "that's just what I thought. But I didn't pry around and make a federal case out of it, did I? I just waited till you got in the mood and, as I remember, I practically had to beg myself back into bed. Well, now it comes out, five years later, doesn't it? All of which points out the fact that you and I are going to join this little society of Jack's and make the most of it. You can have all the cock you want, but I'm sure going to have all the pussy I want to tide me over when you come into these not-in-the-mood cycles of yours, get me?"
"You haven't any right to talk to me like that, Matt Tilden!" she flared.
"No? And just now, when I walked in, you were making out pretty good with little Ella. So you've got switch-hitting potential in you, too, Dottie, baby. That's great. You seem to have all the fun with Junie and Eleanor and Marge, and you'll be one up on me because I don't go for guys, just girls. Seems to me you're getting the better of the bargain."
"You ...you're just being vulgar now!"
"Sure I am. But I'm being honest, too, and it's high time you started doing the same thing. Because when you want to, Dottie, you're a terrific lay. The way you were just now. And I want to keep you that way."
"Now you look here, Matt Tilden, stop it! What are you doing? You brute ...let go of me ...owww! Stop it! I hate you ...oohhh ...aaahhh ...you're hurting me, please stop it...ouch, please ...eeeomww!! "
As she had tried to get up from the bed, he had sat down at her left, tossed the towel beside him, then grabbed hold of both her elbows, and rudely hauled her across his lap. Gripping her wrists with his left hand, he had retrieved the wet hand towel, doubled it and brought it down several times energetically on her upturned naked bottom. Dorothy Tilden squealed and wailed, kicking her long legs frantically and looking back at him with mingled indignation and discomfort.
"I'm going to paddle your hind end, Dottie, till you agree to join our little society, get me?" he demanded, and he brought the wet towel down again with a resounding smack over her wriggling bare bottom. "When you've had enough, you can tell me that you're willing. You've had this fantailing coming for a long time."
With this, he resumed spanking her with faster and faster strokes. As she jerked her wrists and kicked her legs and tried desperately to throw herself off his lap, he maintained her by releasing her wrists and vising his left arm round her warm satiny waist, increasing the energy of his blows. The towel stung and left flaming red splotches all over her jouncy bottom-cheeks, and by now Dorothy Tilden was crying and begging him to stop. "Oww, boohoo, please, oh Matt, you're hurting me, you really are ...please stop it. Oh, you're hateful, I hate you, I hate you ...eeounu-waaahhh! Oh, no I don't, but please, if you love me, don't spank me any more, please don't Ami ... oh, Matt, oh, darling, my poor bottom's so sore, please stop!"
"You know what I'm waiting to hear you say and I'm going to keep spanking till you do," was his reply, as he continued to raise and lower the towel in stinging swipes all over her naked seat.
"All right! Oh, stop, I'll do anything ...anything if you'll only stop! Oh, my poor bottom! Oh, you're killing me ...yes, Matt, yes!" she finally wailed and then burst into fitful tears.
"Now that's more like it. And no jealous little scenes from now on, either. We're going to share this together, baby. When you get the hots and want to go off for a weekend with Dave Wormsley, and I want to bring June over to the house and shack myself up with her, it's going to be all right. And we'll exchange experiences, and you'll see how exciting it'll be for both of us when we get back into bed together with each other. You hear me?" Having tossed aside the towel, he now gave her three or four vigorous swats with the flat of his right hand.
Dorothy Tilden wailed, "Oww, oh, no more, please, no more! Yes, yes, I'll do anything, I told you I would, only stop!"
"Good. And I'll just make sure you keep your promise, too, Dottie, baby. And right now, with that sweet pussy of yours rubbing over my cock while you've had your spanking, you've got me all randy again and you're going to do something about it. And you can start by blowing me."
"By doing wh ...what?" she tearfully gasped. She slowly straightened to her knees at his right side, her hands frantically rubbing her flaming naked seat.
He unbuttoned his undershorts to let his prick out, swollen and eager for action. "Take it in your mouth, bend your sweet head down and suck it," he commanded.
"Matt Tilden! That's ...that's disgusting! I've never done that...you know I haven't..."
"I know that. But from now on, like I said, it's a new deal all around. It was all right when you were playing the dyke game with cute little Ella there, wasn't it? But when you're own husband wants you to French him, then you get standoffish. Come back over here!" And with this, he grabbed her again and dragged her back down over his lap, his left arm again tucking in her waist and his right hand rising and falling vigorously over her already inflamed bare posterior.
"Oww ...ohh ...Oh, don't ...you're dreadful! I hate you ...ouch ...boohoo, oh please, I can't stand it, I'm so sore there already. Matt ...stop it, stop it, I beg of you. Ohrrr! Oh please, please, I don't want to do that, oh yes, I will...only stop, for heaven's sake, please stop!" she capitulated, her long legs waving frantically in the air disclosing to his glittering eyes the soft, pink, moist lips of her delicious cunt.
"ALL right then. Get on your knees over there, bend your head down, and start kissing and sucking and licking it. And if you don't do a good job, back over my lap you go, and this time I'll find a hairbrush or something to make an impression on that big bottom of yours, Dottie Tilden!" he warned.
Tears running down her cheeks, looking very woebegone, Dorothy Tilden again knelt up at his right, her hands still rubbing her discolored bottom, but as he made a mock-threatening gesture with his right hand, she gasped and swiftly bent down her head and forced her mouth against the tip of his stalwart prick.
"That's better," he said huskily. "Now just nibble at it, suck it nice and slow, and use your tongue every so often."
"I . .I think you're just horrid! I'll bet you learned that from some other woman...." she whimpered.
"Any more talk like that and I will get the hairbrush! No, I didn't learn it from some other woman. I've wanted you to do that to me ever since we got married, but you never would. And you wouldn't talk about such a thing, either. Well, Dorothy, from now on, we're going to talk about everything, and do everything. We're going to be the swingingest couple in all of Glendview, or I'll know the reason why. Now get back to work!"
She uttered a stifled sob and once again dutifully forced herself to this libidinous task of wifely devotion. He put his left hand to the scruff of her neck and held her there, and reached out to press his right palm against her vividly warm bare ass to remind her of the danger if she recanted now.
Squirming uneasily, Dorothy Tilden began to French her husband. She was awkward and inept, but the fact that she was doing it at all, and under such coerced circumstances, made him all the more excited. He felt like a sultan commanding a brand new rebellious favorite to comply with his most lubricious desires; and thus Dorothy Tilden became a brand new wife after seven years of marriage.
Back in the Caspar living room, June Wormsley had watched both stag films with highly mixed emotions, secretly thrilled by handsome young Pete Dudley's flattering attention to her. And the smooching he had effected while those films were going on had made the petite brunette feel more aroused than she had with her own good-looking husband, for the very reason that here it was in front of everybody, even her own husband, another man was taking outrageous liberties with the most intimate parts of her delicious person.
Dave himself was huddling with Eleanor Dudley, whispering into her ear and making her giggle. As June tried to push Pete's hand away from between her squirming legs, she saw her husband and Eleanor exchange a fiery kiss.
"Ohhh!" she breathed, scandalized.
"Take it easy, Junie, baby," Pete whispered. "Old Dave knows what he's doing and so do I. Jack Caspar's worked up a little wife-swapping society, just for us four couples, see? We can have all the fun we want and nobody'll be the wiser. And boy, am I hot for you! I'd just like to take you off to the bedroom right now and peel all your clothes off and love you up but good!"
"Pete! You ...you oughtn't to talk that way. I ...I'm married ...oh my ...please take your hand away. You ...you're driving me crazy...." she ingenuously blurted, as his forefinger continued to frig her twitching cuntlips. Frantically, she tried to cross her legs, but he was too well planted and now his fingertip brushed the nodule of her clitoris. June Wormsley moaned and arched herself instinctively, warm seething emotions taking possession of her almost for the first time. Through mist blurred eyes she saw her husband's hands cup Eleanor's titties as the kiss was renewed and seemingly unended. Eleanor's arms locked round Dave's shoulders, and her eyes were closed and she was offering her mouth in sensual abandon.
"Well, Junie, how about it? Can we have a date sometime soon? You know what I'd really love to do to you? Get my face between those sexy legs of yours and really muff dive! How'd you like to feel my tongue where my finger is right now, baby?" Pete hoarsely panted, as he rubbed the petite brunette's clitoris back and forth.
June Wormsley wiggled and moaned, her head falling back again the edge of the couch. Her hands cupped his cheeks, as he took her mouth and thrust his tongue between her lips A series of electric tremors seemed to flow through her now, making her jerk and twist and squirm uncontrollably. She was almost fainting with passion, and she had never felt that way before, not even when Dave was fucking her. Oh, what was the matter with her, anyway? This was shameless, wicked ...but oh, how thrilling it felt what he was doing there with his finger...
Across the room, Dave Wormsley had come up for air and was whispering to Eleanor Dudley, "I can't get enough of you, Ellie, baby! Why don't we sneak off when nobody's looking and have ourselves a time? It's okay with Jack and Marge, because Jack's just started a little club and we're going to be charter members."
"What ...what do you mean, D ... Dave?" the auburn-haired young woman gasped, her cheeks flaming, her opulent titties rising and falling agitatedly.
"We're going to do some swapping and swinging, Ellie. That's what. Now you see Junie over there with your hubby? He's got the hots for her, just like I've got them for you. He knows about it and I know about it. And if you're willing, that's all that matters. How would you like to work it out in bed?"
"Oh not here!" Eleanor Dudley gasped, glancing frantically around to make sure that no one had overheard. "I ...I do like you lots, Dave. You mean ...Jack arranged this all with you fellows?"
"Sure he did. Matt and Dorothy are in it, too, and Marge is going along with the idea. This is so we can all have fun, but it won't get out of the neighborhood. And all the wives won't have to worry about whether their husbands are cheating on them. It's better than their doing it with any stray broad, don't you think?"
"Oh my goodness, I never thought that Jack would have an idea like that ...and you're sure that Pete won't mind?"
" Why do you think he's making out with Junie there? And with my blessing. I'll let you in on a little secret, Ellie, honey, June's been driving me nuts, she just hasn't any zip in bed. But now look at old Pete there, he's working her up to a frazzle. So more power to him, because he'll get her hot for me. And when a married guy does go back to bed with his wife, they'll both know more and appreciate each other more. See how it'll work out? Now when can we get together, Ellie, baby? How about right now?"
"Oh no! Maybe ...maybe Tuesday afternoon, when Pete's at work. You ...you could come over to the house then, but ...but I'd rather you didn't tell him .
"I won't tell him, but you're going to."
"Oh no!"
"Oh yes," Dave Wormsley chucklingly countered. "That's the first rule of our little group, no secrets. That way there won't be any jealousy or blackmail or anything else that a guy or a girl can get into when they play around. It's got all the advantages and none of the risks of chasing, and a lot more."
'I'll bet you men have been planning this all the time!" Eleanor Dudley gasped, her cheeks furiously crimson.
"That's right. Because we've all had problems in bed, and this is the best way we know how to solve them. It's a date, I'll be at your place around two-thirty, Tuesday. Wear something sexy ...black, if you've got it. Or," he added, as he bent to kiss her mouth, "better yet, nothing at all."