Chapter 9
"Babe, I've got to work late tonight," Frank said.
Carol scowled at the phone. She knew he couldn't see it. She did it anyway. "Well, now whose work is keeping us apart?"
"Hey, I'm sorry, honey. I can't help it. The boss is staying, too. We have to re-work the annual budget. I don't know how late I'll be."
She didn't know why she got angry. The shoe was on the other foot, and it pinched. "I know you can't, dear," she said, her tone conciliatory. "I shouldn't blow up at you." She laughed softly. "That's how we got into swinging, isn't it? I'm going to get awfully lonely without you."
"Why don't you call Cynthia? I'm sure she and George would love to keep you entertained for a while. I'll join you if I finish here in time. Otherwise, I'll wake you when I get home."
"Oh, sure, I'll just call Cynthia and ask her if it's okay if I come over and fuck them."
"I thought you liked to swing."
"I do, darling," she replied. "Judy invited us to a pool party at her house Saturday night, and I can hardly wait for the time to pass. But I can't just call Cynthia out of the blue. I don't know her that well."
"We've got two different things going here. When did Judy invite us to a pool party?"
"She called a few minutes ago. I was going to tell you when you got home tonight."
"Okay. Now, about Cynthia and George. Why don't I call and ask Cynthia to come over and have coffee with you? If the two of you get along okay, you can go over there tonight."
"You really don't mind if I do it with them?" Carol said hesitantly. "When you're not there, I mean."
"I don't mind at all," Frank replied. "That's what swinging is all about, isn't it?"
"Not exactly. That's more like an open marriage, and I didn't agree to that."
"Well, don't worry about me screwing my boss. He's a man, and I like women."
"So do I," she giggled. "Are any of your pretty little secretaries going to be working with you?"
"Honey, there's only one pretty secretary in this place, and I don't think she would spread for a man if her life depended on it. She's totally into girls."
"Oh. Well, haven't you ever screwed an ugly girl? Don't you believe that old saying about all cats being gray in the dark?"
"Retract your claws," he laughed. "I certainly haven't screwed any ugly girls since I met you. Do you want me to call Cynthia or not?"
"Yeah, call her. It won't hurt to have coffee with her. I won't promise anything more."
"You don't have to promise anything, honey. I was just suggesting a way for you to have some fun and pass the time until I get home tonight. Make up your own mind what you want to do."
Carol made a pot of fresh coffee. She was sitting at the kitchen table when she heard a light tap on the back door. She opened the door and smiled.
"Good morning, Cynthia," she said.
"Good morning," Cynthia replied. "Frank called. He wants us to be friends."
"I know. Come on in. I'll get you a cup of coffee."
Cynthia sat down and took a sip of coffee. She looked at Carol nervously. "Frank said that you walked in the other night and caught us."
"Relax," Carol said. "Everything worked out just fine. He has to work late tonight. He suggested that I call you so I wouldn't be lonely. I told him that I didn't know you that well."
Cynthia relaxed visibly and smiled impishly. "How well do you want to know me?"
Carol grinned. "Oh, at least as well as Frank does."
Cynthia's eyebrows shot up. "I didn't know you went both ways. Frank was beginning to wonder if you liked sex at all."
"I know," Carol replied. "I was so tired when I got home from work, I didn't have the energy to do anything but sleep. It's a long, boring story, but we worked everything out. I quit work, and we got into swinging. We tried it with one of my girlfriends and her husband a few nights ago. We really liked it, so I guess you can say that we're fully committed. I've always liked it with guys. Judy went down on me. I liked it so much, I went down on her. I suppose that's bound to happen when you swing."
"Not necessarily," Cynthia said. "Some of the couples George and I swing with are only into straight swapping. The girls wouldn't dream of eating pussy, or letting another girl eat them."
"Judy would say they're missing half the fun in life," Carol laughed. "I agree with her. If you like, I'll ask her if she and Don want to get together with you and George and Frank and me. She's a cute little bundle of energy, and Don is handsome and well-hung."
"Say the magic word and win the grand prize," Cynthia laughed. "Well-hung does it for me. Do you want to come over tonight? George has had the hots for you ever since we moved next door."
Carol grinned. "George isn't the only one who has the hots for someone in this house," she said. Cynthia frowned, and Carol snickered. "That isn't a dig, honey. I'm glad I caught Frank screwing you. We probably wouldn't have gotten into swinging otherwise. And I didn't know what I was missing until we did. I would love to come over tonight. What time?"
Cynthia beamed happily. "About six? We might as well get an early start."
Carol chuckled sexily. "Sounds like a winner to me.
Carol put on a pair of ruffled white thong panties and looked at herself in the mirror. They didn't cover enough to be useful. They were meant to entice, and she wanted to entice George. And his horny little wife with the doughy tits. She snickered. Cynthia wasn't any hornier than she was!
She put on a white miniskirt that barely covered her ass, a sheer white blouse and white sandals. Her large tits showed so clearly under the sheer blouse, she might as well have been topless. She liked the overall effect. She hoped George and Cynthia would. She felt brazen and bawdy and as horny as a Texas bull as she crossed the lawn to the Parker house.
George's face lit up like a Christmas tree when he opened the front door. "Hello, Carol." He took her hand and beamed even brighter. If that was possible. "Come in. Cynthia's in the bedroom, doing God knows what."
Carol felt George's eyes on her tits and smiled. "Hello, George. How are you?"
George cleared his throat to give his tongue time to soften. Looking at her in that outfit made his tongue stiff and his cock hard. "Fine. I didn't believe it when Cynthia said you were coming over tonight." He led her into the living room. "What would you like to drink?"
"White wine, if you have it." She sat down without trying to keep her short skirt from riding up her thighs. She let her legs falls open a little to tease him. She couldn't help wondering if he had a nice cock.
"Got plenty in the fridge, nice and cold." George couldn't keep his eyes from straying. He nearly did a double take when he saw the narrow band of cloth covering her slit. He also saw a lot of hair straggling out around it, and nearly swallowed his tongue.
George gave Carol and glass of wine and a photo album. "Cynthia said to let you look at this." He sat in his chair across from her and stared between her legs.
Not altogether sure what to expect, Carol opened the album. Pictures of Cynthia in various stages of undress covered the first page. In the last three or four, Cynthia sat demurely on a dining chair.
Cynthia sashayed in, wearing a red peignoir fastened at the throat, and high-heeled red sandals. As she walked, the peignoir swayed open and closed invitingly. She got a glass of wine and sat on the couch by Carol.
Carol turned the page and looked at a photo of Cynthia sitting with her legs wide open. The second photo showed Cynthia holding a vibrator with a crook on the end, designed to get at a girl's G-spot. Carol had one just like it in the box of toys Frank bought. In the next photo, Cynthia had the vibrator in her pussy. The rest were similar, showing her with her fingers and vibrators of various sizes and shapes stuck up her pussy.
Carol's face flushed with arousal. The erotic photos electrified her. She felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter as her eyes roved over the naughty photos.
"Is your G-spot very large?" Cynthia asked. "Is it easy to find?"
"Yeah, Frank says it is. I cum real hard when my clit and G-spot are rubbed at the same time."
"The head of George's cock is real big," Cynthia said. "I really pop my cork when it rubs my G-spot."
Carol turned to the next page, contemplating what she would see next. Nude photos of George seemed to leap out at her. She let her eyes saunter slowly, staring intently at his cock in various states, from flaccid to fully erect. In the last photo, his dick stuck out from his loins like a huge spear. She had never seen a more inspiring sight.
"Magnificent," she breathed.
"He has impressive staying power, too," Cynthia said. "After he cums the first time, he can fuck half the night before it gets soft."
The next page of photos showed Cynthia and
George in various positions. A couple showed her sucking his cock. One showed her on her knees in front him, holding his stiff rod with one hand and his balls with her other hand, and cum dripping onto her lips. Others showed him eating her pussy while she played with her tits. The one Carol liked best showed Cynthia lying on her side with one leg in the air and George's cock clearly visible as it reamed her cunt.
Carol flipped the page. Cynthia and another woman were doing a 69. One shot showed Cynthia's ass with the girl's tongue in her slit. One showed Cynthia's tongue buried in the girl's honey hole. Carol really liked the shot showing Cynthia on her hands and knees. George was fucking her from behind, and she was sucking another man's cock.
"What's it like to have two cocks fucking you at the same time?"
"Outstanding," Cynthia said. "There's nothing like getting a load of cum in both ends at once. Every woman should try it. At least once."
"Yeah, maybe I'll get the chance soon," Carol said.
Her breathing was labored. Her body was flushed with sexual excitement. Blood rushed to her brain, making her reel with anticipation as she thought of having George's dick pounding her pussy.
Cynthia recognized the signs. She took the album from Carol. George got up and came to them. He pulled Carol to her feet and kissed her. She threw her arms around his neck and tried to climb his frame as she kissed him passionately. She tilted her head back and grinned. "Can you tell I'm not wearing a bra?"
George cupped her lush ass and pulled her crotch against his. "You feel wonderful, honey. Your nipples are so stiff, they're about to bore holes in my chest."
Cynthia put one arm around her husband and one around Carol. They each put an arm around her and pulled her close in a group hug. Carol kissed George again, then kissed Cynthia. Cynthia kissed her husband, then kissed Carol. George chuckled and kissed his wife, then Carol.
"Undress me, somebody," Carol whispered excitedly. "I want to be naked for you." She kissed George. "George, can you wait a while before you fuck me?"
"Whatever you want, baby," he said. "Are you nervous?"
"Oh, no! I want your horny wife to lick my pussy first." Carol kissed Cynthia. "You will lick my pussy, won't you?"
Cynthia kissed Carol. "Darling, I'll lick your pussy until you scream."
"It won't take long to make me scream," Carol laughed. "I've got a hair-trigger. A few licks on my clit, and I go bang-bang!"
Cynthia brushed her fingertips lightly across Carol's big tits, smiling as she tickled her already erect nipples.
"Oh, Cynthia," Carol whispered.
"You don't how often I've thought about making love with you," Cynthia whispered hotly. "I'm so glad that you joined us for a rousing fuck."
"You're making my pussy all gooey inside," Carol moaned.
Cynthia chuckled deep in her throat, a sound so sexy it made George's cock quiver. In spite of his wife's bold ambition and brash resolve to entice their next door neighbor into fooling around with them, he never expected it to happen. His eyes burned with lust and his fingers worked quickly to unbutton Carol's blouse and slide it off. His cock uncoiled fully and pressed hard against his pants.
Cynthia skinned out of her dress, stripped her panties off and threw them aside. She turned to George and quickly undressed him. Carol cupped her tits and rolled her stiff nipples between her thumbs and forefingers as she watched them.
Carol reached down and gripped his cock as his lips brushed hers. She tilted her head and opened her mouth to his kiss. His tongue met hers, twisting sinuously. Slowly, his mouth settled against her sensuous lips. She threw her other arm around his neck with a groan of joy. She clung to his cock as he avidly explored her mouth with his tongue. Dreamy thrills rumbled through her voluptuous body. His ringers wandered over one of her lovely tits. Between sensual tongue strokes, he nibbled at her mouth, caught her lower lip in his teeth and bit gently.
Cynthia cupped Carol's other tit with both hands and kissed her tumescent nipple. Carol gasped and shuddered. Getting felt up by the horny couple sparked sweet longings of lust in her heart. Her pussy ached so delicately. Her clit felt an inch long. Juice oozed from her pussy.
George stepped back and watched his two women with growing excitement. Carol shivered as Cynthia cupped both of her tits and gently stroked the thick nipples with her thumbs.
"like hot silk," Cynthia whispered.
She sank slowly to her knees. She gripped the top of Carol's panties and slide them down. Carol stepped daintily out of her panties. She straddled Cynthia's head and curled her pussy forward. Cynthia's tongue circled her lush red lips slowly.
"So lovely," Cynthia whispered, captivated by her moist pink cleft peeking through Carol's thick brunette bush. "So feminine, so enticing."
"She loves the taste of pussy," George said softly.
Carol reached out with one hand, and George stepped closer so she could grasp his cock again. She squeezed his prick and shivered. "Your cock is so beautiful, George," she murmured. "It feels so big and hot." She thought of how it would feel in her mouth and pussy, and licked her lips. "I'm so excited. This is my first threesome."
Cynthia looked up, across Carol's flat belly at her jutting tits. "My husband adores big, firm tits," she said, her voice husky with emotion.
"We sure fill the bill," Carol giggled. "We'll smother him in hot tits."
"Yours are a lot firmer than mine," Cynthia said.