Chapter 5
"I just couldn't play their dirty game," Anna said, turning lazily on the bed. I'm not really sick at all, honey."
Doug, sitting on the edge of the bed, slipped his hand along between her thighs. She looked very good in her two-piece, unwet swim suit; she didn't mind showing herself in it because it was 'right and proper.' But he had missed the fun of the game. At the same time he didn't give a shit about Andy, and the idea of Anna sitting in his lap and letting him play with her tits and pussy wasn't appealing.
He could fuck Kathi again some other time. At the moment he was thinking about Jill, the plump, young blonde from Wesley. She and Karl might show up at any time.
He pressed his hand on Anna's pussy curve, and a slight upcurving of her hips encouraged him. She had taken at least two martinis. He remembered their fuck on the living room floor earlier in the day; his cock began to ridge up inside his trunks.
"Feeling hot again, eh?" he laughed, playing with her soft thighs.
Anna shivered and spread her legs. She was hot. She wasn't used to drinking, and the liquor was giving her a carefree sensation. He wanted her to act and talk sexy, like Kathi. Well, why not? After their reunion on the living room floor she had cleaned and replaced her diaphragm.
"Oh, that feels good, honey," she breathed.
"Well, that's more like it!" he exclaimed.
A very dirty thought ran through her mind. She would blame it on the gin. Having Kathi around makes me feel sexier. The way she looks at Doug must mean something. Maybe he's screwed her! Funny, but right now I don't care. I wonder if she would have a party with Doug and me?
She trembled and tried to push the evil suggestion out of her mind. It was just awful!
"I hope I can be as sexy as Kathi is," she said, surprised at herself.
An odd expression crossed his face, his hand stopped moving on her intimate zones.
"What's got into you, Anna?"
"I guess I shouldn't have left you here all alone with those two beautiful girls next door," she giggled.
He seemed relieved. And pleased. "You and Kathi get along pretty well, eh?"
"I really do like her," Anna said. "We should invite her over for a drink sometime...."
"Right," he said, grinning. His hand slipped inside her swim panties and dreamy tingles fanned out from her crotch. Her pussy was turning wet; her sex thing itched for touches. Now that they had played around with each other, now that she had learned to climax with his fingers instead of hers, she wanted more-much more! No danger of getting caught. The way she felt now she might even go down on him!
The telephone rang, shattering her filthy, erotic thoughts.
He shrugged, pulled his hand out of her panties, and took the bedroom extension.
"Yes?" he said irritably. A few seconds of silence followed.
"Oh, Jill? The hell! Look, forget that motel. For now anyway. We've got room here. Right, right. That's the address."
When he dropped the receiver Anna giggled. "Well, you sure sounded eager!"
"She's your friend, baby."
She smiled and scooted off the bed. "I'd better change-"
"Hell, why do that? They probably have swim suits. We can go back out to the pool. I'll go down to the liquor store on the corner and pick up some booze."
While he was gone, Anna went to the bathroom and freshened her makeup. Her cheeks were flushed, her dark eyes sparkled. The sex she had enjoyed so much with her husband made her feel more grown up. Finally she had whipped some of her fears and climaxed with him. His prick really was a wonderful thing! It was a prick now, not a fearsome penis that spouted dangerous jism. It was a fun thing!
Well, Jill and Kathi and lots of smart sexy girls had learned that right off the bat. She wanted Doug's big prick sliding in her cunt! What a big step forward. Or was it downward into a dirty hell?
Her old thinking, that intense pleasure was evil, was hard to shake in a few days. She would have to work very hard at it. Even playing with herself didn't seem quite so bad as before.
I love being active, I loved it on top!
She suddenly remembered something she had read in one of those filthy books she had thrown in the trash barrel. 'If you don't please your husband in the bedroom and give him variety, some other girl might.' Doing it teas a very physical thing. Simply spreading her legs and offering him her cunt wasn't enough!
Oh, I'm drunk and I don't care, she thought, pressing her hand to her awakened crotch. Tonight I'm going to give him a real good fuck.
There it was, the four-letter word, and she liked the sound of it more every moment.
Half an hour later the two young wives and their husbands were at the apartment swimming pool. Darkness had fallen, a few dim lights burned around the enclosure. No one else was using the facility. Doug had brought a bottle, mixers, ice and glasses. They were seated at a small redwood table near the water, enjoying the coolness.
Anna had never really given Jill's breasts much thought before; around the home town she wore rather modest clothes, like the other younger wives of the community. Now Anna could hardly keep her eyes off her friend's huge, bulging titties. Her swim halter, pale blue, didn't quite cover the fleshy mountains. Her slim waist made them seem all the bigger. Doug was eating them up with his eyes.
Anna was sitting at Doug's right, and Karl was facing her. The dark curls of hair on his chest excited her imagination. He had wide shoulders and very thick arms. She had known him most of his life, but she was seeing him now in a new and different way.
He gives Jill plenty of fun, she thought. And he's staring at my titties. I wonder if they've swapped like Jill was talking about?
Suddenly she felt Karl's knee brush against her thigh under the table. An electric, sexy shock ran through her body.
"How do you like the big city living, Anna?" he smiled. His dark eyes seemed to say, is Doug giving you enough fucking?
She blushed, but she didn't draw her leg away. He increased the pressure of his knee.
"I can tell it agrees with her," Jill laughed. "She's drinking and wearing an almost-bikini."
"Right," Doug said. "She's learning how to swing."
"In the bedroom too, I hope," Jill giggled.
"On the living room floor, even," Doug chortled.
"Well, honey," Jill smiled. "A big gold star for you!"
"Oh, stop it!" Anna protested. Her cheeks were burning, but thankfully the dim lighting wouldn't let it show. Karl moved his knee between her thighs, and another thrill raced up to her crotch. Now was the time to retreat, swing her legs modestly away. But she didn't. She pressed her thighs tightly on his knee!
It was just flirting, it didn't really mean anything. She was suddenly aware of movement under the table at her left. Jill stretched, scooting down farther on the bench. Doug leaned forward, but his right leg was extended. A furtive glance down there revealed the truth. Jill's white soft legs were curled around his knee.
"What're the young people around Wesley doing for lacks these days?" Doug asked Jill.
"Swapping," Jill giggled.
"Things have sure changed since I was around there," Doug grinned. "How do you like it?"
"Karl and I haven't-yet," she answered. Anna could see Jill's nipples poking sexily at the blue, filled halter. "Oh, hell. Let's go inside so we can dance."
"We can dance right here," Anna said. "I'll turn up the music."
She slid away from the table and Karl's eyes followed her. A moment later he was standing near her, his left arm sliding around her waist. She glanced over at Jill and Doug. His right hand was under the table and Jill was giggling. Anna adjusted the volume of the piped in music.
"We haven't danced since high school," Karl murmured.
"I didn't get out much," Anna said, liking the feel of his muscular body. She watched Jill and Doug; she flattened her lush figure against him and undulated her wide, plump bottom. He said something to her; she giggled loudly.
Jill felt the press of Doug's chest on her tits, the cock lump in his swim trunks. She had thought a lot about him ever since the day he had come out to her father's ranch house to talk about farm machinery. He was older than the unattached males around Wesley; he was slick and smooth, a Californian and different-and very sexy.
She had made her play, but she discovered he was already seeing Anna, and Anna's parents were filthy rich. So she had settled for Karl. Her first impression of Doug hadn't changed much; he was an opportunist and he had made the best catch around Wesley. But he was still sexy, and obviously Anna wasn't giving him enough fucking, living room floor or not. Anna had a lot to learn about sexual realities.
It was also stinkingly true that she and Karl hadn't swapped around as yet, and it was mostly his fault. Theirs was pretty much of an arranged marriage; he had a good, thick, seven inches and could still pop his nuts two or three times in an evening. She was a big, healthy, lusty girl and she needed plenty of steady pronging.
But Karl still was a little reluctant to trade her off on a swap. She was a pretty good fuck; she had skinned a few pricks before Karl had started hanging around, and the boys appreciated her way of screwing. She loved to be active, the aggressor. She had been using the pill for over two years; it didn't upset her system. She seemed more eager for cock, but that was probably because she had lost her fear.
She said what she thought around men and they liked it. The trouble was she hadn't caught any strange stuff since she had married. And this visit with Doug and Anna might supply her hunger for a bit of variety. Things around Wesley were horribly old-fashioned and churchy, at least on the surface. She was positive her father sneaked over into north Idaho once in a while on 'cattle buying trips.' Two mining towns there had plenty of whore houses. He kept whiskey and girlie magazines hidden in one of his tool sheds.
Jill didn't blame him; he seemed more human for it. The idea of fucking the same man for years and years was ridiculous!
"Did you like what you felt under the table, Doug?" she murmured, dancing slowly, her heavy thighs slightly apart, her pussy mound nudging his loins.
"Right," he breathed.
"You should have dropped around when you were dating Anna, honey."
"Everybody in that crappy town would have known about it," he said.
"Oh, I know. You were too busy chasing Anna's pussy!"
He chuckled. "Is it too late, baby?"
"You talk Anna into giving Karl a little and it'll be right there for you, right where it is now."
He trembled. His cheek brushed her throat, his chest pushed harder into her jutting tits.
"Damn it, Anna's so straight it's almost pitiful."
"I know. I talked to her when she came up to visit," Jill murmured. "Maybe I can swing it."
"I hope to hell you can, baby. Man, those are beautiful tits!"
She giggled. "I love to roll 'em around on a good hard cock, honey."
"Sonofabitch!" he muttered. "Start working on Anna. I could sure use some of that action tonight."
"If you can stand it, it wouldn't take much to make me come right now," she breathed. "You're a very sexy guy."
I'll think of something," he muttered. His arm tightened and delicious thrills chased along her body.
"But you won't get it in 'till things are all set up," she laughed. "I can't lose this nice setup with Karl. You know what I'm talking about."
"Hell yes." Land and money. Jill was a very practical girl. His cock was rock hard, oozing fuck juice. If he finger fucked her into a come, he was afraid he'd blast a load in his trunks. She was some lush, hot package. He pulled away reluctantly.
"Go talk to Anna right now," he said, shaking with passion.
"Bight on," Jill laughed, passing her hand across his prick tent. Anna and Karl were too far away to notice. He returned to the table and mixed another highball. He watched Jill sway over toward the dancing couple.
She lays it right out, man, he thought. I should have got some of that over a year ago. She's really with it.
"Having fun, honey?" Jill asked Anna. They were in the apartment bathroom checking hair and makeup.
"Well, yes!" Anna giggled. "I'm getting drunk. We had some martinis with neighbors before you came. That stuff really hits me!"
"Doug going to give you a little tonight, sweet?" Jill laughed. She was afraid a word like fuck would startle Anna.
"I-hope so," Anna said, flushing. "You're filthy."
"Oh, hell," Jill answered. She knew she was bucking the odds, but she had to try. Obviously dancing with Karl had excited her; her nipples were sharp against the cling of her swim bra. Her cheeks were pink.
"Ever thought about getting some strange stuff, honey?" Jill giggled. "Karl thinks you're terrific."
"Oh-I couldn't!" Anna exclaimed. "You mean swapping, don't you?"
"Why not?" Jill smiled. "It's the new swinging thing."
Anna bit her Hp and looked away. She had encouraged Karl; she enjoyed dancing with him; they had known each other for years. But this was too much! She was already having dangerous thoughts about Doug and herself and Kathi, and the idea of Doug screwing Jill was even worse. She was just learning how to do it with Doug. How could he want another girl so soon?
"W-would Doug?" she stuttered, afraid she already knew the answer.
"With swap it's the girls that have to agree, honey," Jill said. "The men'll go along."
"I-I just don't know, Jill. We could get jealous and spoil everything!"
"You're too uptight, honey," Jill shrugged. "You have to relax to enjoy screwing! Hell, I haven't gone that route either. It was just an idea. It isn't like we were total strangers. Come on, let's get the boys charged up a little more and take them to bed, huh?"
Anna trembled and nodded. "I think I need another drink!"
"That might help you change your mind, honey."
As they walked out to the pool again, Anna watched the sexy sway of Jill's curvy rump. She shivered again.
I'm the holdout, she thought. They all want to play bedroom games except me. Well, if I had a few more drinks and if they wouldn't make it too open ... if the guys would just sneak around and trade places, maybe I could do it!
She was still wondering why she could tolerate the plan of having Kathi join in a threesome. And suddenly, in her gin and whiskey excitement, she thought she had the answer.
I believe I'd like to have Kathi touch me and make out with me! She looks at me in a different way, and I like it. How awful I never felt that way about another girl. If I'm bitch enough to admit that, I really ought to try a different man.
"You gals sure took your time," Karl said, offering Anna a fresh highball.
"We were cooking something up, honey," Jill laughed, sitting down beside Doug.
Anna moved over at Karl's left, her excitement building. Would it really happen?
"I hope you cooked it up right," Doug laughed.
"Anna's a very bashful girl," Jill said. "If you give her another drink or two this might turn into a real fun evening."
"Pour her a heavy one," Doug said. He looked at Jill. Come on, you sexy blonde, let's dance into a dark corner."
Seconds later, Jill melted into Doug's embrace. Someone, probably Doug, had dimmed the lights around the pool. The music still was beaty and sensual. Her cunt was drippy wet, she danced him carefully behind a large decorative shrub and pushed her hot crotch into his groin. She urged her big tits into his chest and nipped his ear with her teeth.
"Get me off, honey," she whispered. "I can't wait any longer!"
"Sonofabitch," he muttered. "Is Anna going for it?"
"I'm not sure," Jill said teasingly. "You don't get a real fuck 'till she does. I'll suck you off, though, if you like that...."
"Hell, yes, baby!" he breathed, tugging at her halter. Her hand slipped quickly inside his swim trunks. The touch of new hard cock in her fingers sent sweet shudders along her figure.
"Ohhhh, that's a nice long one, honey," she gasped.
Her halter loosened, her achy tits surged out, bare and hard-nippled. She found his mouth, softened her lips around it and drove her tongue into his throat. He trembled, sinking his fingers into her breasts, shaping them just as skillfully as she knew he would.
It would have to be a quickie. She did want that length of hard prick sliding in her cunt, but she couldn't give him that until Karl had the same. She hoped Karl was playing with Anna's tits and getting her worked up good.
She wants his cock, but she's too damned prissy to admit it, Jill thought I won't cheat on him. Not all the way. He knows how I'm turned on; he won't care if I enjoy a finger and little come. He gives me one of those sometimes when we're driving along in the car. Ohhhhh, I'm coming off--right now!
She clutched Doug's wet knobbed cock, her tongue stroked wildly, her hips jiggled. He uttered a fierce moan, his prick pulsed and tensed, and just as the cock spurts flooded her hand and arm she felt the sweet, enveloping churn of her pelvis. It was new come, pussy come, party and poolside come. Her nipples erected delectably; she lunged her hips against his leg; the quick beaty joy raged across her loins and down her straining thighs. It always hurt a little to come off when she was standing, but it hurt good, good, good! Like creamy puffballs exploding in her cunt. Her clit throbs were utterly delicious! She finished by rolling her tits across his heaving chest.
"I'll scream the next time," she panted softly. "Now what do I do with this handful of come?"
"Uhhhhhh, shiiiiit!" he muttered. "I thought you were going to suck it."
"You went off too fast, sweet," she giggled. "Am I really that sexy?"
"You've got plenty, baby. Plenty!"