Chapter 4
When Erin opened her eyes, Kelly was sipping on her drink again. She groaned softly, then started to close her legs. She realized her two fingers were still buried inside her to the knuckles and slipped them out.
"Why did you make me do that?" she gasped.
"I didn't make you do anything, darling," Kelly said, smiling. She stood up then and came around the table. She reached her hand down and helped Erin to her feet, then led her back into the bedroom.
Erin felt warm and comfortable, and flush with contentment as the woman led her to her bed. Her sexual need had not disappeared, however, and being led to a bed somehow lifted their relationship to a higher level. She felt young and innocent as Kelly threw back the covers and climbed beneath, then held out her hand.
She climbed in, licking her lips, snuggling closer as Kelly threw the covers back and shifted towards her.
Kelly rolled onto her side as Erin lay back, her body pressed in against Erin's right side, her hand on her belly, caressing her skin, sliding up and down between her breasts.
"You see, one of the nice things about women," Kelly whispered, her head easing in, her lips moving over Erin's cheeks and forehead and along her neck, "we don't fall asleep after we come."
Her hand cupped one of Erin's breasts, her fingers stroking her nipple, then her lips came down on Erin's.
For long minutes, they kissed, their tongues swirling together. Kelly's hand stroked up and down Erin's body slowly, caressing her skin. Her other hand was in her hair beneath her head as she leaned over her.
Then her lips trailed down Erin's throat and began to kiss her breasts. She licked all along their soft, round surface, mouthing the skin, sucking lightly, chewing and nipping, her tongue lapping gently. For long minutes, she circled each breast, ignoring the nipples.
Then her soft lips took in one of her nipples, and Erin groaned aloud. It was something she'd grown impatient for, something her breasts had craved. She let her head roll from side to side as Kelly sucked on her nipple and licked her tongue across it.
At the same time, the blonde's hand slid down her body and between her legs, fingering her pussy.
Then, suddenly, she was fully atop her, her breasts pressing in deliciously against Erin's own. The soft, warm flesh of her body lay all along Erin's as their lips met once more, and Erin's arms instinctively slipped around her, her hands stroking her back. "Spread your legs," Kelly whispered.
Erin complied.
"Wider. Wide apart," Kelly said.
Kelly spread her own legs as well, pressing in against Erin's pussy with her own. Erin gasped at the feel of another woman's sex against her, her mind swimming in sexual delight at the sensations, at the exquisite softness of Kelly's breasts mashing and rubbing down against hers.
She pushed her tongue up into Kelly's mouth, gasping and moaning as the sexual heat swirled around them. Her hands moved down onto Kelly's ass, stroking, then squeezing, pulling her in against her in time to her grinding movements.
Their clitties were almost pressed directly together, and both women began to groan in wanton abandon, grinding and humping against each other as first Erin, then Kelly climaxed.
They slowed then and stopped, kissing softly, tenderly, for long seconds. Then Kelly began to roll her hips again, and soon they were grinding against each other with fresh vigor and excitement. Their bodies grew more and more sensitive, each climaxing again, then again, each climax building on the previous one as their hips moved lewdly and lovingly together.
When Tom finally got home and wandered into the bedroom, his eyes going wide with delight, they had each climaxed a half dozen times, and the room smelled of sweat and sex.
"Holy shit!" he cried. "I wish you two had waited for me!" Kelly smiled slightly and Erin groaned.
"We're too tired now. Go away!"
"Not bloody-likely!"
He tore his clothes off and jumped into the bed with them, kissing first Erin, then Kelly, then both at once, their tongues and lips sliding together awkwardly as he pressed his body in against theirs. He was instantly hard, and couldn't even tell whose hand squeezed him, sliding his cockhead back and forth against Erin's thigh.
Erin met Kelly's eyes, and silently decided. They pushed Tom onto his back, sliding their bodies against him from either side. Their bodies lay half atop him, with Kelly's left breast sliding along the left side of his chest and Erin's right rubbing against his right.
They took turns sliding their tongues into his mouth, then Kelly slid slowly down his body, rubbing her breasts against him, and licked at his balls. Erin slid further up, letting her breasts push against his face, feeling him suckling and chewing on her nipples as Kelly took his cock into her mouth.
Erin rose and straddled his face, turning to face down his body, and a moment later, his tongue slipped up and down along her cleft as his fingers dug into her buttocks. Kelly rose and straddled his hips, gripping his cock in her hands, placing herself directly over it and pointing it upwards.
Then the two women locked eyes again before Erin tore hers away, staring enthralled as the woman's bare pussy opening slid slowly down the length of her husband's rigid cock.
Kelly let out a long sigh of pleasure as she took it all inside, then leaned forward, reaching for her. Erin leaned in as well, and their arms slid around each other, their lips pressing together as the two rocked back and forth, riding Tom's face and cock.
Erin reached down, rubbing at Kelly's soft, moist clitty, feeling Tom's cock as the blonde rode up and down it. She slid her fist around it, squeezing, letting Kelly slide down against the side of her fist several times before sliding it free.
Kelly sighed in delight as she took it all up inside her once more, rubbing her soft ass against him, squirming and rolling her hips as her breasts mashed in against Erin's and their lips met in lewd, delighted passion.
Erin leaned in then, letting her soft breasts pillow under her as Tom's tongue continued to whip up against her pussy. She watched from inches away as Kelly's pussy slid up and down Tom's cock, then leaned in, licking at her clit, gripping her thighs as she followed her body's movements, riding up and down with her as Kelly gasped and shuddered and reached down to cup her breasts.
"Lick me! Oh, God yes!" she whispered, arching her back, moaning in pleasure, her hips working faster and faster as they rode up and down.
Tom thrust his fingers up into Erin's sopping pussy as he licked, grunting with pleasure as he felt Kelly's cunt milk his hard tool, felt her talented muscles squeeze and release in time to her movements.
The threesome were locked in a lewd, carnal embrace, gasping for breath, panting and moaning in passion as their pleasure rose, as their heat burned them from within. Kelly came first, unable to resist the dual delights of
Tom's long, glistening cock and Erin's soft, lapping tongue.
Seconds later, Erin came as well, jamming her face in against Kelly's snatch as the woman's fingers dug into her breasts. And then Tom blew, the spasming of Kelly's frothing pussy drawing him into the lusty three-way storm.
The three of them cried out in passion and pleasure, rolling and rocking together as their flesh rolled together. Their movements grew frantic and desperate, then slowed, one by one stopping as they sank from the heights of their orgasmic peaks.
"So what did you think?" Tom asked later, sitting in the Jacuzzi together as they sipped wine.
"Nice," Erin said with a coy smile. "But it wasn't like I thought."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I guess...I guess I thought it would be all, you know, giving head. I thought that was basically it for lesbians, but we never even did that. Now that I think of it, she didn't even lick me down there at all. And the only time I licked her was right there when you were fucking her.
"So what did you do?"
"Well, she has some really talented fingers," Erin said with a giggle. "Uhm, and we kind of...well, fucked, just like I do with you, in the missionary position."
"How do you fuck in the missionary position when you have no cock?"
"We lay together and spread our legs and rubbed our pussies together. It was really something else." She started to say she didn't have to wait for Kelly to get hard again after a come, but decided not to.
"I still prefer cock, though," she said reassuringly.
"Well thank heaven for that."
"You don't mind us starting without you, do you?" she giggled. "I wish I'd been there for the whole show. I would have loved to see her doing you for the first time."
"She did it up against the wall in the living room."
"Really?"
Erin blushed. "I guess I was so hot and excited that she made me come in my pants."
"What a naughty woman. Next time, I want to be there for the whole thing."
She nodded and smiled. "Hey, then I get a two-on-one with you and Neil."
"Sure, though Kelly will want a two-on-one with me and Neil later."
"Hmm...I'm not sure I like the idea of you fucking strange women all on your own."
"You know Kelly."
"Well, yeah, I guess."
"Anyway, it's not like it would mean anything if it was someone else. It's just sex."
"Still...I want to know when you're screwing some other woman. Otherwise, maybe I'll go out and screw some guy on my own, hmmm," she said teasingly.
"As long as you tell me about it and it doesn't mean anything, I wouldn't be upset."
"Really."
"I trust you."
"It doesn't...bother you, the thought of some big handsome man fucking me?"
"It turns me on. What about the thought of me fucking another woman?"
"Well..." She paused. "I don't know. I guess as long as it's just...physical, it's...I mean, considering what we've done with Neil and Kelly..."
"Exactly," he said, kissing her.
"God. The very idea of me taking part in...in wife swapping! It's unbelievable!"
"I know," he said, grinning. "Want to do it again?"
She flushed a little, then nodded.
"Good. Because Tom has a friend named Mike, and..."
"What? Wait a second! You mean, do it with someone else?"
"Mike is a really nice guy. He's good-looking, too."
She shook her head slowly. "Man," she whispered.
"Tell you what. We'll just invite them over for the evening, no strings attached. We'll get to know them and see how you feel." He reached over and slipped his fingers between her thighs, rubbing at her soft pussy opening. She sighed and spread her legs, giving him a look of reproach. "Are you trying to get me horny so I'll say yes?"
"Yup."
Mike was a nice guy, as Tom had promised. He had short curly hair and a nice smile. He also had a very firm body, and she tried to sneak glances at it without appearing to do so when he and his wife Amanda showed up.
like Kelly, Amanda was a blonde, but her hair more resembled Erin's own carefully brushed silken locks, long and straight and falling almost to her waist. She had a softer, rounder face, as well, and a slender body, without the muscles Kelly had.
Her breasts seemed high and round, not nearly as big as Erin's own 38-Ds, but quite firm beneath the halter she was wearing. She had a tiny, flat waist Erin envied, and nice legs under a pair of denim shorts. Both she and Mike appeared to be in their early thirties, a couple of years older than she and Tom. For the occasion, Erin was dressed modestly, in long white slacks, a white blouse, and a green silk vest.
She was both nervous and a little embarrassed when the two came in. Tom had told her at the last minute that Mike and he had discussed swapping wives, or doing a two-on-one with her. That made her blush whenever Mike looked at her, which seemed to amuse him. What made that even worse was that Amanda knew nothing about what the evening was supposed to be about. Although she and her husband had done a two-on-one with Neil some months earlier, they had never done anything else with other people-at least partly because she and Kelly didn't get along.
Every time she talked to her, Erin could feel both men watching intently, mentally encouraging them to like each other.
And the way Mike looked at her, polite but flirtatious, eyes moving over her like he wished his hands would. It made her stomach clench and unclench, and her pussy squeeze down on emptiness. She wanted him.
And then, there was Amanda. For the first time in her life, she found herself looking at another woman, a woman she'd just met, as a possible bed partner.
And wasn't that weird?
"It must take forever to brush that out," she said.
Amanda grimaced and then smiled. "It does. I really ought to cut it, but I've had it so long I just can't bring myself to."
"Besides, I like to run my fingers through it," Mike said. "Must be a major jog to run through all that." Tom grinned. Amanda laughed and raised her hand, pushing her hair back. "I suppose we'd both get through the mornings faster if we just cut our hair as short as theirs," she said to Erin.
"I like long hair," Erin assured her.
"Some places she does," Tom said, waggling his eyebrows. "Some places?" Amanda smiled in confusion.
"Tom!"
Tom laughed and then leaned over to whisper to Mike as Erin blushed.
"Really?" Mike exclaimed.
"What?" Amanda demanded.
"Nothing! Tom, you're such a big mouth!"
Amanda frowned, turning from one to the other, then her mouth suddenly formed a soundless O and her eyes widened as she understood. She looked at Erin, then jerked her eyes away.
Erin blushed furiously. "A, uh, a woman I know suggested it so I could, uhm, wear these really high-cut...bikinis..."
Amanda blushed and nodded.
"She also says things are a lot more sensitive without that hair in the way," Tom said, tongue in cheek. "Tom!"
"Tom, really!" Amanda said, red-faced. "Maybe you ought to try that," Mike suggested, grinning. "Maybe you ought to!" she replied. "I will if you will."
"There's an interesting thought," Erin said. "You should shave everything off," she said to Tom.
"I'm sensitive enough."
"I'd like to see it."
"I'd like to see you," Mike said.
"Mike!" his wife gasped, slapping his arm. "You apologize."
"Oh, I'm not offended," Erin said. "All men are sluts. At least he's honest."
"So show me," he grinned. "No."
"Hey," Tom said, in mock anger. "If you see my wife, I have to see yours."
Amanda blushed redder. "You two are both...disgusting!"
She squirmed in her seat, though, and Erin saw a nervous flutter in her eyes.
"If you guys are so anxious to see us naked, maybe you should take the lead," Erin said.
"Huh?" Mike frowned.
"Take all your clothes off and show us what you got." Amanda giggled. "Sure. Go ahead! Do a little dance for us, too!"
"Yeah! We want to see a dance."
"Forget it."
"Mike can't dance for beans," Amanda said, leaning forward and whispering loudly to Erin.
"Neither can Tom, but he thinks he can," she replied.
"Let's play some bridge," Tom said.
He got up and returned with some cards, then pulled his chair closer to the edge of the coffee table and began to deal the cards across it. Mike and Amanda sat next to each other on the small sofa on one side of the table, and Erin sat on the other, facing them. They played a round of bridge while chatting about work-Amanda was in marketing and Mike a computer operator, then Tom shuffled the cards and grinned at them.
"How about we play a game of strip poker?" Mike suggested. "Oh, you are such a perv," Amanda said.
"I want to play strip poker, too!" Tom said with a laugh.
"Forget it."
"If you say yes, I'll do all the cooking for a month," Tom said.
"Really?" Erin looked thoughtful. "Hey," Amanda protested. "Okay."
"Erin!"
Erin shrugged and grinned at her. "This way, I get out of cooking and, since you'll say no anyway..." She shrugged and grinned.
"I'll do the cooking for you!" Mike said.
"You already do the cooking!" Amanda replied.
"I'll..." he leaned in and whispered into her ear and she blushed, staring at him, then giggled helplessly for a minute. "Well?"
"Okay," she said, then covered her mouth with her hand. "You are so strange!"
Mike and Tom winked at each other, then they began to play. At first, the men were annoyed to find themselves losing. Tom had lost both shoes and socks, and Mike both shoes and his jacket before Erin lost and had to take off a shoe.
She felt a nervous tension growing inside her with each hand, looking nervously at both Mike and Amanda.
Amanda lost both shoes, then lost another hand. The tension immediately went up a notch, not just in Erin's stomach, but in everyone else.
"This isn't fair," she protested. "I don't have socks or a jacket or anything."
"Or a bra," Mike said with a leer.
Amanda glared at him and folded her arms over her chest. "Come on. You agreed to play."
Amanda swallowed nervously, but Erin could see her nipples stiffening beneath her halter as she, instead, reached down and undid her shorts. Both the men were looking on eagerly as she unzipped the denim shorts and pulled them down, standing up to slide them down her legs and step out of them. Beneath, she wore high-cut blue string bikini panties.
She sat down again, red-faced, and crossed her legs.
Erin lost next, and removed her vest. Then Tom had to take off his shirt, revealing his muscular bare chest. Erin noticed Amanda looking at him with considerable interest.
Then Amanda lost again, with a ridiculously bad hand that made Erin suspect she was losing on purpose. Her face flushed, the blonde reached behind her back and undid her halter top, then slid it off while modestly covering her breasts with one arm.
"No fair cheating," Tom said.
"Yeah, we have to see them," Mike agreed.
Blushing furiously, and unable to look in Erin's direction, Amanda lowered her arms to reveal firm round breasts with stiff, pointy nipples.
"Maybe we should turn down the air conditioning," Tom said. "It looks like Amanda's cold."
"No. I think she's hot," her husband said.
Erin lost next and tried to keep her fingers from shaking as she unbuttoned her blouse then shrugged it off. Beneath, she had a lacy white half-bra. It was not quite transparent, but...her nipples were visible through the thin material.
Mike lost his shirt, then Tom lost his pants. He stood up to take them off, and Erin snuck a glance at Amanda as the blonde looked on, watching her face flush and her tongue slide along her lower lip as Tom stripped to tight bikini underwear.
Tom wasn't hard, but was not soft either, and his cock made the front of the tight underwear push out in a way both women found fascinating.
Erin lost again, and stripped off her pants, blushing again once she was the center of attention.
"Make her turn around," Tom said with a sneaky grin. "Why?"
"It's a thong," he said. Erin blushed more.
"Yeah, we have to see everything," Amanda said. Erin turned slowly and Mike whistled at her nearly bare behind. Then she sat down, closing her legs.
Amanda lost, and Erin saw her stiffen briefly before she uncrossed her legs, then slipped her panties down and off.
"We have to see everything," she said.
Amanda looked at her, then stood up and turned quickly, blushing furiously before sitting down again.
"I, uh...guess I lose," Amanda gulped.
"Not necessarily," Tom said thoughtfully, stroking his chin. "Maybe you have something else you could do for a bet."
"like what?"
"What do you think, Mike?"
"Well, she'll have to give a kiss to the winner."
"Sit on the winner's lap and give a kiss," Tom replied.
"Sounds good."
"A French kiss."
"Okay."
Amanda swallowed several times then bobbed her head.
Erin lost next, and, heart pounding, she unsnapped her bra and removed it.
"Nice set there, Erin," Mike said.
Her own nipples were as swollen as Amanda's were.
Mike lost, and stripped to his boxer shorts. Then Amanda lost again, in a hand Erin won.
She giggled and shook her head. "I guess you guys didn't think of this," she said in amusement.
"Sure we did," Tom replied breezily. "Go sit on Erin's lap and give her a nice French kiss."
Amanda laughed again, then her eyes went wide. "You're serious?"
"Of course he is," Mike said, licking his lips.
Amanda turned to Erin, who was nervous and uncertain herself, but aroused enough to do almost anything.
Amanda took a deep breath, which made her high riding breasts thrust out even more firmly, then stood up and went around the table. She sat down hesitantly across Erin's lap, and Erin and she looked at each other for a moment before she leaned in to kiss her. Erin had a hand on her back, and could feel her heart pounding furiously as the blonde leaned in. Her lips hesitated, and Erin moved forward, sliding her lips up against Amanda's, her tongue sliding along them.
Erin turned inwards and she felt Amanda's breasts against her upper arm and chest as their lips met more firmly. Amanda's arm went around her shoulder and their tongues pushed out together, touching briefly. Amanda's retreated, but Erin pushed hers forward, sliding it into Amanda's mouth, caressing her tongue, then sliding upwards along the roof of her mouth, their lips sliding wetly as the men looked on.
Amanda stood up with a gasp, her legs shaky, then stumbled back across the table to sit down next to her husband. She was breathing heavily and looking away from the other three as Tom dealt a new hand.
"She needs something else to bet," Mike said.
"How about a lap dance for the winner?"
"Fine."
"W-wait a second," Amanda gulped. "What's a lap dance?"
Mike laughed and Tom grinned.
"You straddle the winner, sit down facing him, and dance...in his lap, twisting and rolling your hips, rubbing yourself against him that kind of thing. Costs about ten bucks in your average strip club."
"I, uh...I..." She stole a glance at Erin, then took a deep breath. "A-all right."
Erin lost the next hand, and nervously stood up to peel her thong off. She blushed as both Mike and Amanda stared at her shaved pussy with interest, sitting down quickly and closing her legs. "Hey, we want to see some more," Mike said.
"You saw it all," she mumbled.
"What does Erin bet for the next hand?"
"Same as Amanda did for that last, I guess."
Tom lost, and he slipped his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear, yanking them down and off. He made no effort to close his legs, and his erection sprang up thick and long and dark with lust. Amanda stared at it, then looked away.
"What does Tom bet?" Erin said with a leer.
"Same as you, baby."
Amanda lost the next hand-to Tom.
Eyes wide, she slowly got to her feet and moved around the table to the chair he was sitting on. Her face was red as she spread her legs apart and straddled his chair, then sat down. She gasped as she felt his hard-on against her buttocks, and then began a weak rolling motion with her hips, gasping and panting for breath as her pussy rubbed back and forth against his cock.
Her breasts pushed into his chest, and she tried to keep her face to one side, not looking at him as her round behind rolled up and down along his thighs. Then Tom's hands slipped around her and cupped her buttocks, pulling her in against him.
Her eyes widened as she turned them on him and he grinned, then kissed her while the other two looked on. She moaned and her arms went around his shoulders as their kiss deepened. She began to grind harder and faster, gasping and moaning as she jammed herself against his erection.
Tom eased her back finally, gasping, and she got shakily to her feet, stumbling back next to Mike, face flushed.
"What for her next loss?" Tom asked.
"Have to be a blow job," Mike said.
Amanda's eyes widened, then closed briefly.
Erin lost next and sat on Mike's lap, feeling his hard-on against her ass while his tongue shot deep into her mouth. His hand slid up to cup one fat breast, too, and Erin groaned softly, looking into the wide, excited eyes of his wife as his fingers kneaded the soft flesh and then his lips bent to suck on one nipple.
Erin lost the next hand, too-to Mike again.
She straddled him and began to grind her pelvis as Amanda looked on, pressing her big breasts against his chest as his hands cupped her ass. He bent forward, sucking fiercely on one nipple, then the other, making her body tingle and burn with need as she jammed her pussy against his hard cock.
But she pulled herself off, moving back to her seat as Tom dealt another hand. like Amanda, she was now facing a blow job if she lost.
She lost-to Amanda.