Chapter 2
Tom gazed at the other two and winked at Neil.
"God, what a body," he said, his voice low.
"And in heat, in more ways than one."
"You guys are so filthy," Kelly said.
"I don't mean anything against her, believe me," Tom said with a laugh.
"You should have just asked her."
"Actually, we have talked about it. She thought the idea was exciting. I wanted this to be a surprise."
Neil got to his feet and winked at him. "I'll see how she's doing."
He walked down the hall towards the bathroom and Tom locked eyes with Kelly, who smiled coyly. "You look awfully hot yourself," he said. "I am hot," she said smugly. "So Neil says."
"Neil is hot, too. And you?"
"I've been living with her for the last week and managed somehow not to touch her. How do you think I feel?"
She smiled and got to her feet, then sat down next to him, her breast pushing against the side of his chest.
"How do you feel?" she repeated, sliding a hand over his groin and squeezing him.
He began to harden and she smiled at him again. "You feel nice to me, honey."
He reached over to slide a hand up beneath her tank top, cupping one of her breasts.
"You feel pretty good, too."
"You guys want any drinks?" Neil called.
He looked in on them, and winked, then disappeared. Tom saw he had removed his shirt.
"I think your wife is about to give Neil an early birthday present," Kelly said.
"You think so?"
She stood up and reached for his hand, then pulled him up and after her. They watched Neil disappear into the bathroom and heard his voice. They crept up to the open doorway and peeked around it, and Tom watched with an excitement that shocked him as Neil cupped Erin's breasts in his big hands, watched her sweating face, her eyes narrowed to slits, heard her deep gasps as Neil's hand slipped between her legs.
His cock bulged as he watched his friend's fingers pushing visibly into Erin, pushing through the material, jamming it up into her pussy.
"God!" he whispered, cock threatening to tear through his pants.
He felt Kelly's breasts pushing against his back as she looked over his shoulder. She was excited as well, staring rapturously as her husband pulled Erin's tight dress up.
He bit his lip, gasping, urging Neil on, feeling waves of delicious heat as his wife's beautiful ass was exposed and Neil bent her over. He stared at the sight of her glistening sex and watched, feeling a huge gush of heat as Neil thrust his cock into her.
He felt a small urge to rush in there and throw him off, but most of him was urging him on, his fists clenched as Neil began to fuck his prick into Erin's hot little snatch. He felt Kelly reach around him and slide her hand down the front of his shorts, and almost came in his pants.
Erin was gasping in a soft, excited way, and he couldn't tear his eyes from the sight of Neil rutting into her, from the sound of his hips beating a faster and faster tattoo on her ripe, lewdly displayed ass.
"Harder!" he heard her gasp.
Harder! Harder, he urged silently.
Neil picked up the pace even more, and Erin began to gasp and grunt, pushing her own ass back. He watched Neil slide her dress up higher, baring her heavy breasts, then pull the dress over her shoulders.
He pushed her legs further apart, sliding his hand through her hair, forcing her head up and back. She pushed her upper body up a bit off the counter, her elbows propping her up. Her breasts dangled below her, swinging and jerking in time to Neil's powerful thrusts.
"Fuck her! Fuck her!" he heard Kelly whisper, her voice a low hiss.
"Oh, yes!" Erin groaned.
One of Neil's hands slid up her side and cupped one of her breasts, squeezing it hard enough to make Tom wince.
Yet hard, rough sex was what Erin adored, and she shuddered in pleasure, rolling and bucking her ass back onto his pumping cock.
And then, suddenly, Kelly was around in front of him, and she was naked. She eased down to her knees and tugged his pants down, exposing his cock. Her hands stroked his balls, then she licked up and down the shaft. The moment her lips took him inside, he came, sending a hot, gushing fountain of semen into her mouth.
He didn't soften, however. His eyes remained locked on the sight of his beautiful wife being fucked. Even while a part of him reveled in the soft, wet heat of Kelly's mouth, he continued to stare at Erin, continued to watch and listen as she went through the throes of pleasure and orgasm at the hands of another man.
He reached down and gripped Kelly's arm, yanking her up and twisting her around. He bent her forward, and pressed his cock against her from behind. She reached between her legs, taking his prick and guiding him inside her.
He could see Erin watching them now, watching in the mirror. And she seemed to tremble just as Kelly did.
"Oh, Yes!" Kelly gasped, making no effort to keep silent. "Oh, fuck! Fuck me! Give it to me!"
She was bent over, but watching the other two, watching her husband thrusting into Erin, shifting her eyes only momentarily from the sight of his glistening prong sliding into her sheath to meet Erin's own eyes in the mirror.
The two of them groaned as one, thrusting back against the men behind them.
Then Neil halted his pumping, gasping, and Tom knew the man had spewed his salty load into his wife's snatch. He picked up the pace with Kelly, determined to return the favor. He met Neil's eyes as his friend turned his head.
"Shit! God!" Kelly gasped. She leaned even further forward, her fingers brushing the floor, then began to lower. He followed her down to his knees. And then she was on all fours, turning slightly so she was sideways to the door, not looking at her husband so much as letting him look at her, positioning herself so he would have the best view.
Neil looked on, and Tom felt only a little fear, a little wonder at what the man was thinking, then ignored it, feeling Erin's eyes on him, and moving forward over the kneeling blonde. He ran his hands up and down her body, sliding beneath to cup her breasts, pumping faster and faster so the sound of his hips striking her ass was loud and obvious. His cock tore back and forth inside her as she gasped and grunted and whined like a whore, rolling her ass and throwing her head up and down.
He slapped her ass and she yelped, then humped faster. He slapped again, then gripped her hair like the reins of a horse, grunting as he fucked her.
Erin was still leaning on the counter, but her head and shoulders were turned now as she watched in fascination and excitement. She stared at her husband fucking this other woman she barely knew, stared at the sight of his cock disappearing into her again and again, stared at the exquisite pleasure on the woman's face.
She was playing to her husband, to Neil, she quickly realized, just as Tom was playing to her. And the sight of him was sending hot, squirming butterflies flitting about inside her lower belly. She turned fully, then pushed Neil back a few steps before sliding to her knees in front of him. There, she could still watch Tom out of the corner of her eyes as she licked up and down against Neil's thighs, then took one of his balls into her mouth, sucking softly, massaging it inside her mouth.
Her hands slipped around him and squeezed his firm ass, fingers stroking back and forth over it as she licked at his cockhead, then took his other ball into her mouth. She let her breasts rub against his legs, sliding them up and down as she squeezed the base of his shaft, then rubbed it against her face. It was starting to harden again, and she held it like an ice-cream cone, licking at the underside of the head, then slurping the whole thing into her mouth as she massaged it inside.
His cock soon grew too hard to keep inside. She started bobbing her lips up and down, slipping them off to lick along the shaft or balls, then sliding them back over it again.
When he was rock-hard, she pulled back and rose, pressing her body against him. His hands cupped her ass and lifted her into the air as though she were weightless. He dropped her on the counter, his lips moving in against hers, his tongue shooting into her mouth as she squeezed his cock and rubbed it against her stomach.
She drew her legs up and back, her feet, still wearing shoes, on the edge of the counter to either side of her hips as she rubbed his slick cockhead up and down her crack.
She slipped him into place and he thrust in hard, making her gasp. She was balanced almost on her tail, her knees back against her shoulders as her tongue warred with his, sliding back and forth between their mouths. Then she let go, sliding her hands off his shoulders and laying back.
He stood over her, cock sliding in and out steadily. His hands slipped up her body and began to knead her breasts, squeezing them together, then apart, fingers spread, mashing the soft, malleable flesh out between them.
He pinched her nipples, lifting them up, stretching them, then letting them go. Then he bent forward, chewing on her exposed throat as he squeezed her breasts, hips moving faster as he pounded his cock into her.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! OOOWihhhh!" she heard.
The hairs seemed to stand up at the back of her neck and she felt a rolling wave of heat as the other woman signaled her climax so blatantly. She had always been fairly quiet in her pleasure. Only when in the throes of unbearable pleasure had she allowed her soft gasps of pleasure to rise above a whisper.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh! Ohhh! Fuuuck!" Kelly cried, her voice almost a scream as Tom rode her wildly.
Erin lifted her head off the counter, staring at the doorway, watching the woman's head thrashing from side to side, her hair whipping around, almost covering her face as she jammed her ass back onto Tom's cock. He had his fingers dug firmly into her flanks and was giving her everything he had, and she grunted in sympathy.
He gripped her hips and tugged her further out, her ass sticking over the edge of the counter, then lifted her legs high and dropped them over his powerful shoulders.
"Yes! Yes! Yee-eee-ee-essss!" Kelly groaned.
Then Neil's mouth came down on hers and his face seemed to block out the world. His chest pushed her legs back until they were crushed down against her breasts, her sex open and wide as he pistoned inside her.
She grunted with the impact of each powerful thrust, a deep, frothing wave of pleasure rolling through each time his stiff prong drove deep into her belly.
Her hands moved over his shoulders as her own feet were pressed back against the wall behind her head. She felt another climax rushing towards her and welcomed it joyously, shaking and trembling as it caught hold and rippled up and down her body. Neil shuddered, his mouth going wide, his eyes closing as her spasming pussy squeezed and yanked on his cock, then he came again as well, and she felt another dazed shock as she took more of his juice inside her.
Then he went still, gasping for breath, like her, sweating in the heat and humidity. He was half-collapsed over her, his weight holding her legs back, her toes pointed at the ceiling. He groaned weakly, gasping for breath just as she was.
For long seconds, they remained in that carnal tableau, then he slowly straightened, letting her legs ease up and back, then pulling them off his shoulders. He grinned at her weakly and she shook her head with a groan, reaching up to push the matted hair back from her forehead.
"H-how'd you like that?" he panted.
She couldn't answer, and was still breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling.
"God, I'm hot," she whispered, sweat making her entire body slick.
He smiled and reached over her, turning on the cold water and filling a cup. He brought it to her lips and she drank greedily, then pushed on the cup, letting the water spill over her face and neck, then her chest and breasts.
"You're a hot fuck, Erin," he panted.
The words were crude, and almost shocking coming from anyone other than Tom. Yet, she found herself pleased by them, and stroked his hands as she groaned exhaustedly.
He stepped back from the counter, and his cock slipped out of her. He turned to the tub and leaned in, turning on the shower, then he came back, scooped her into his arms, and stepped into the shower.
"Neil!" she gasped, wriggling and trying to pull free as the cold water hit her.
He held her there, laughing, and after a few seconds of wriggling, the cold water lost its sting and she settled back, moaning in relief as the heat left her. The water poured over her head and shoulders, and down her breasts. Neil lowered her feet to the floor and she stood shakily, holding his arm. He pulled her around in front of him, his hands around her belly as they let the water cool down their overheated bodies.
"I-I can't believe I did that," she groaned.
"What? Had fun?"
"You know what I mean."
He smiled and kissed the top of her head, which made her feel pleased, but still strange.
"Tom says you and he have talked about doing a threesome or doing another couple a few times before."
"Well...we have. I just...I didn't think...I mean, I didn't know anyone who we could do it with and I just thought...it was one of those things you just talk about, you know?"
"He figured you'd like the looks of me," he said, "and he knew I'd like the looks of you."
She turned slowly, cocking her head back to look up at him, then sliding her hands over his powerful chest.
"Yeah, you aren't half bad-looking," she said.
He grinned and stroked her shoulders.
She turned to look at the doorway.
"Where do you suppose Tom and Kelly went to?"
"Maybe for some privacy. How did you like the looks of him and Kelly?"
She thought about it for a moment.
"It felt...weird."
"Yeah, felt weird to me first time I saw another guy doing her. Actually, it always feels weird, but exciting, you know, like when you show someone else your favorite place and they enjoy it just as much as you do..."
"And Kelly is your favorite place?" she asked, amused.
"She has all my favorite places," he said with a grin. "You don't feel jealous?"
He shook his head. "I know the difference between love and sex. Kelly loves me." She nodded.
"You don't feel jealous about your man fucking another woman."
"A little, " she admitted. "But it was so...hot."
He nodded, hand sliding down to squeeze her ass. "They're probably in the other bathroom cooling down, too.
You have two bathrooms and no air conditioning?" He laughed and nodded. "One in the master bedroom. Kelly is probably washing him."
"Washing him?"
"She learned this Bangkok thing, where you use your body against a guy. It's really something. You should learn it."
Erin wasn't happy at the thought that she had anything to learn from Kelly, even though it was obvious these two had been playing these kinds of games for a while and probably had far more experience than her.
She was even less fond of the thought there was anything Kelly could do for Tom she couldn't.
Neil's hand slipped neatly between her thighs, palming her sex, squeezing up gently as his other hand moved up to fondle her breast.
"I don't get what you mean about washing him with her body."
"It's sort of...she soaps up, then rubs against him. That doesn't sound like much, but believe me..."
"Can we watch?"
"I dunno. I guess."
He shut off the water and she reached back, wringing some of the water out of her long hair. Then she let him help her out of the tub and followed him up the hall to the bedroom. They passed through it to the door of the bathroom and stopped there.
"Having fun, Tom?" he asked.
She peeked past him and saw Tom was laying on his stomach on a long padded bench of sorts, like a low massage table. He was soapy, and Kelly straddled him, her front also soapy as she slowly moved her body up and down against him.
"Oh, yeah," he sighed, winking at Erin.
Kelly was sitting upright, her hands moving up and down Tom's back, then over his shoulders and along the back of his neck. She bent forward, letting her breasts press against his back, then kind of sliding up and down, rubbing them from side to side. She was bent over so far Erin could see her neat pussy, which was also soapy, but which, as far as she could tell, was entirely bare of hair, blonde or otherwise. She wondered what the reason for that could be.
Kelly sat up again and let her body slide back along Tom's thighs to the backs of his legs, then slide forward again. She bent over once more and slid back, her breasts sliding over Tom's back, then up onto his buttocks and down against the backs of his legs. "Kelly's learned a lot of things that make men happy," Neil said.
"Well this is kind of a new experience," Tom said, sounding quite pleased.
Erin frowned jealously. It didn't look to her like it was a very difficult task to do. Anyway, he'd never asked her to do anything like that. She was quite sure she could.
Kelly raised herself and he rolled over. She then sat down on him again, rubbing her bare crotch and buttocks back and forth over his groin several times before bending to press her soapy breasts against his chest. He closed his eyes and sighed in luxurious comfort as the blonde woman rubbed her hands and body all over him, slowly sliding up and down.
She eased down along his legs and drew her arms in against her sides, pressing her breasts in and rubbing them all over his cock. She slid down further, easing off the low bench and kneeling at its foot. As Erin and Neil watched, she lifted one of Tom's feet and placed it against her chest between her breasts, then rubbed her breasts against it.
Erin could see how a guy would like something like that.
Kelly carefully rubbed her soapy breasts against both of Tom's feet, then slid up her body again, her breasts rubbing gently against his cock.
It was starting to harden again and when Kelly slid up over it and rubbed her ass against it, Erin could see he was once more erect. The blonde smiled like a cat and sat up, then took his cock and placed it against her bare little snatch. As her husband and Erin watched, she eased down onto it, then slid right down, taking it into her pussy.
Again, Erin felt a twinge of jealousy as her husband groaned in pleasure. Yet, she also felt a stir between her legs. The sight she was looking at was quite erotic. It wasn't the hard, hot fucking she often liked, but it had a certain sensuous appeal. She knew it would not be long before Tom bought himself a similar bench and she herself gave him a special "bath."
His hands slid slowly up Kelly's body, cupping and squeezing her soapy breasts. Her flesh was quite silky and slippery, of course. She knew that sensation herself, and licked her lips appreciatively as the blonde rolled her hips from side to side. "We'll leave you two alone," Neil said, sliding his arm around Erin's waist and turning her to lead her out of the room.
She looked back, watching the woman she hardly knew riding up and down on her husband's cock, again feeling both jealous and aroused.
One of Neil's hands slid up from her side and cupped her right breast, and she knew he was feeling aroused as well.
"I don't suppose you have another bench? Maybe we could practice."
"I don't think we need to get all washed up yet. Either we'd just get all sweaty again or you'd get soap up your pussy, like Kelly's got up hers."
It was a shock, for a moment, such a bald and confident statement that he was going to fuck her again, but she felt only a little indignant. In fact, it kind of turned her on.
He led her into the kitchen and opened the fridge, taking out a couple of bottles of mineral water. She felt very odd standing there, walking through the apartment-naked-with a man she barely knew.
He passed her a bottle and she took it, sipping. "You and Tom never did any swinging before, huh."
"Swinging?"
"You know, like wife swapping?"
Her jaw dropped at the words. Wife swapping? Surely that wasn't what they were doing? Wife swapping!
She was still stunned when he slipped an arm around her again, then eased his hand down and gave her bare ass a slap.
"I'm feeling hungry," he said, "and I know just what will satisfy my hunger."
"What?" she asked doubtfully.
For reply, he gripped her behind, pulling her against him, then lifted her up. He carried her to a nearby table and set her down, then instantly seized her legs and yanked them up high.
She yelped as she fell back onto her back, staring at him as he bent, his hands sliding down along her inner thighs as he settled to his knees.
No man had ever looked at her in so intimate a way before, except, of course, Tom, and she blushed as he gazed into her small, neatly trimmed pussy.
"You should shave this off," he said, "like Kelly does. She finds it a lot more sensitive."
"I uh...wouldn't it...itch?"
"Not if you do it right."
He licked at her thighs, then began to stroke and massage them with his big fingers, working with surprising gentleness. His tongue licked softly up and down along her inner thigh, right along the crease. His tongue traced lightly along the small space between her pussy and anus, then up along the other thigh.
His tongue eased up through her pussy hair, closely following her pussy cleft, slid along the top, then down the other side. Erin stared at him uncertainly, propped up on her elbows. She had a sudden bolt of amazement that she was doing this at all, remembering how annoyed she was just an hour ago.
His tongue licked up along her slit finally, moving very gently, tracing its line, then moved down again. It stroked it several times before his fingers slipped in and gently parted her lips.
Again, she blushed, but felt a quiver of anticipation as his tongue began to caress the inside of her pussy lips, lightly rolling up one side, then down the other. He pressed it against her small hole and pushed it inside, and she felt a hot, squirming lust building up as it pumped in and out.
She laid herself back down along the table, staring up at the ceiling. Her hands cupped her breasts, squeezing lightly, then pinched her nipples as she pried her legs slightly further apart. His tongue was pushing surprisingly deep into her hot little pussy, and she squirmed a little, her ass rising to meet his thrusting tongue.
His lips pressed hard against her as his tongue pushed deeper, then slid along her glistening pink pussy as he drew his tongue out and let it slither up higher. She gasped as his tongue danced around her clitty, just avoiding it, then flicked once across it. "Oh!" she gasped, her ass bucking up.
He let his tongue slide down again, making her impatient for more. She squeezed her breasts harder as his tongue stroked back up again, then shuddered as he lapped strongly against her clit. Again and again his tongue lapped over her hard little clitty, and she felt her insides twisting and roiling higher and higher. Her ass rose again and again, her body reacting instinctively, pushing her snatch up to meet the delicious sensations being inflicted on it.
His tongue slipped up and then his lips came down, surrounding her stiff, quivering little clitty and sucking gently. She grunted in delight, panting for breath as he continued to suck in a rhythmic fashion. He increased the power, then again, and the sensation was almost too much to bear.
Her head rolled from side to side and she arched her back, her legs jerking back spastically, her body thrumming with sexual electricity.
His lips pulled back and he blew a strong stream of air across her clit, setting it to sparkling and dancing. Then his tongue licked back across it, letting his lip press up to increase the strength. She gasped in pleasure, her hands going down to his head, desperately jamming him against her as the pleasure grew more powerful.
She was breathing in short, ragged gasps, her body wriggling and bucking in tune to his expert tongue. And when his lips came down again and he started to suck on her clitty, she cried out loud. "Oh! Oh!" she cried. "Oh, God! OOoh!"
She humped up frantically, grasping his head as her mind was swamped by a massive wave of sexual ecstasy. Her body thrashed on the table, her back arching again and again.
Then she went limp, gasping exhaustedly, her hands and legs falling still as she closed her eyes in languorous bliss.
"like that, beautiful? Gorgeous, hot, sexy woman."
His hands gently massaged her aching belly, then up further along her body, caressing the sides of her breasts and down along her ribs. His tongue massaged her inner thigh, then slid down it to the back of her knee, then lower still.
He licked along her calf, kissing and rubbing his lips and face against it, then eased lower, licking at her ankle, then down her foot. He took her toe into his mouth, sucking gently, then moved to her other foot and slowly worked his way back up to her thigh again.
His fingers pressed her pussy lips back and again he began to lick at her. He was quite gentle at first, but quickly built up the strength of his licking. When she was again bucking and grinding herself back at him his fingers entered her, one, then two, sliding deep inside her and pumping faster and faster as another climax rolled over her.
Again, he let her relax, kissing his way up her heaving chest, then caressing her lips with his tongue. He tweaked and rolled her nipples between his fingers as he kissed her, then worked his way down along her neck, chewing on her ear lobe before sliding back down once more.
When Kelly walked into the room, wearing a short, white nightshirt, she was well on the way upwards again, and felt a bizarre unreality as the woman glanced at her and winked.
She then went to the refrigerator and got two beers as her husband continued to lick and suck on Erin's clit.
It was too bizarre, she thought. It was like a dream.
"Oh, God," she said in a shuddering voice.
And then she came again, knowing the other woman was watching, feeling both embarrassed and excited, like an exhibitionist, by her presence.
When she came down from the orgasmic high, Kelly was gone, and she was alone again with Neil, who continued to gently tongue her thighs.
"You...you're driving me crazy," she panted.
"But what a way to go," he said with a smile.
He got up slowly, and her legs hung limp, her chest heaving as he went to the refrigerator himself. He took out something she didn't notice, then came back to her. She heard a frothing sound and wearily raised her head, watching him spraying whipped cream around her breasts, then down her belly and over her pussy.
She giggled a little. They kissed, and he carefully placed cherries in the midst of the whipped cream over her nipples, then slipped two into her pussy and a third outside. He sprayed some whipped cream over her mouth then, and dropped a cherry onto the little mound.
Seconds later, his mouth met hers, and they kissed amid the whipped cream, their tongues licking out, slurping it down, their teeth fighting for the cherry as she giggled and threw her arms around him.
He let her take the cherry, and she bit down on it, letting the sweet juice trickle down her throat as he licked the whipped cream off from around her lips, then followed the trail down her throat to her breasts.
She lay there wearily, sighing in enjoyment as his tongue cleaned off her breasts and sucked her nipples clear, then followed the whipped cream lower. He licked it away from her cleft, ate the cherry, then slowly sucked the other cherries out from between her taut pussy lips.
By the time they were gone, she was bucking up against him once more. He rose then, his cock hard again, and thrust into her. His powerful body bent over her and her hands rose, tracing the muscles over his ribs as he thrust smoothly and steadily.
Wife swapping, she thought dazedly. Wife swapping.
There was nobody at work, not a one of them, who would ever in a million years believe Erin spent this evening doing this with a stranger.
And then she came again.