Chapter 9
AFTER THE SWAP WITH THE BAIRDS, Andy and Liz had felt very relaxed with each other and closer somehow.
Now, following the departure of Helen and Jerry, there was tension. This was caused by several factors:
First, Liz couldn't forget what a thrill it had been for her to make love to Helen. She had come as she did it, and she knew that Andy's mouth on her cunt was only part of the reason. Even if Andy hadn't been there, she would have climaxed, she believed. The cunnilingus which she gave the other woman had excited her very much.
Second, Andy was disturbed over his wife's eagerness to go down on Helen. So it was just a joke-Liz doing it to her while Helen thought it was Andy. But would a normal woman have wanted to pull a gag like that? In all the time he had been married to Liz, and before, he'd never had a reason to doubt her sexual normality, but now there was a question in his mind.
Third, Andy had loved the way Helen had responded to him. She had told him how much better he was than Jerry, and a man couldn't help but appreciate the kind of compliment from a beautiful woman. Moreover, Helen was voracious in the way she'd gone after his cock, and that was something else a man appreciated in a big way. Helen was just not the sort of woman that a man could casually shrug off, considering how she had treated him. As for her responding to Liz's cunnilingus, that hadn't mattered, because Helen had thought it was he, not Liz, who was lapping her cunt. If she had known it was Liz, she probably would have been horrified ... and that brought them back to his uncertainty about Liz.
So the swap with the Naylors had left the Kim-broughs with a large-size hang-up. Each of them was aware of the other's tension, and that tended to magnify their own.
They stayed away from each other as much as possible for the remainder of Sunday, but had to get together for dinner. The meal, which Liz prepared, didn't turn out well, probably because she was in a tense state. After dinner, they watched TV and hardly spoke to each other.
When bedtime arrived, Liz went into the bathroom to change into her nightgown. By the time she re-entered the bedroom, Andy was already under the covers, lying on his side, facing the edge of the bed.
She was grateful for this. She got into bed quietly and didn't say good night, as if assuming he was asleep. Actually he wasn't, but he took advantage of the pretense not to speak to her.
He lay there and thought about Helen. His cock threatened to get hard.
He wondered how she and Jerry were getting along right now...
When Jerry emerged from the bathroom with his pajamas on, he was surprised to find his beautiful blonde wife lying totally nude, in the center of the bed, with the covers pulled all the way down.
"Hey. ... ! " he exclaimed approvingly.
She smiled at him. "Does this give you ideas?"
"I'd be pretty dumb if it didn't," he said, as his gaze swept up her bare legs, tickled her in the hairy crotch, caressed her sexy belly, stroked her melon-shaped tits, and finally met her twinkling eyes.
"Then take off your pajamas. Don't be a square."
"What is this sudden passion for nudity?" he asked, as he unbuttoned his pajama coat.
"It's simply because people can have sex better when they're naked. Don't you think?"
"I won't argue with that," Jerry grinned, and took the pajama jacket off. He unsnapped his pajama pants and let them down.
Helen, who was watching him boldly, noted that his peter was still soft.
Well, she had no right to expect it to stand up and salute the moment he saw her in the nude, she supposed.
The sight of his pecker, even limp, warmed her as it seldom had in the past. Peckers had suddenly become very appealing, in and for themselves, since Andy had taught her how to suck them and how thrillingly they could perform in a woman's cunt, provided the man took a little care and patience in the way they were used. She was determined to get her husband to exercise the required amount of care and patience tonight. As for the sucking of his cock . . she was going to let that wait until after he had screwed her once.
She had everything planned out.
After stepping out of his pajamas, he returned his gaze to her. She parted her thighs wider, giving him a delightful view of her cunt. The large lips were parted now, and he could glimpse the delicate pink flesh in between.
This appealed to Jerry, but it didn't make his mouth water. The tender membranes of a pussy were made for only one thing, as far as he was conc-ned, and that was to wrap snugly about a man's pumping prick. They were not to be licked, sucked or otherwise eaten.
Helen wanted him to eat her pussy tonight.
In fact, his eating of her pussy was a major part of Helen's scheme.
As he gazed at her succulent cunt, she steepled her knees and let them fall to the side, which opened her cunt all the way. Her vaginal slit was already congested with blood, causing it to flare a little. A pearl of moisture slid down the rubbery flesh.
Jerry's pecker assumed fatness and began to stretch out.
"Wow, honey..." he said. "The way you're showing off, you must really want it tonight."
"I do," she purred. "I want to get loved every which way."
"Swapping must have had a good effect on you," he commented, as he approached the bed. "You know it!"
He knelt on the bed beside her, and now his prick was sticking up like a pole.
"I'll bet old Andy didn't love you any better than I do, though," he said.
"Andy didn't love me any better than you're gonna love me right now," she replied, altering his comparison subtly.
He didn't grasp the new shade of meaning. He was hot now, and he wasn't thinking well. When Jerry got hot, his mind became utterly single-track. That track led right to a pussy, and his vehicle was his cock.
He lowered himself next to his wife and drew her into his arms. Her full-blown body rolled warmly against him. His hand stroked down her back, over her bottom, and around the top of her thigh to come to rest on the warm, soft curve of her cunt. He tickled its gash and toyed with the inner mouth, then pushed her legs farther apart and moved to climb between them.
"Hey, speedy..." she purred. "Kiss me a little bit first."
Surprised, he hesitated, looking at her sexy face. Then he chuckled.
"Hot as you are tonight, I thought you wanted the real thing fast," he said.
"There are lots of real things, honey," she replied, carressing his face and touching him on the lips, "Real lips, a real tongue..."
"Oh, yeah ... ? " he growled, and pressed his mouth to hers, sinking his tongue deeply.
That felt good and she clutched him around the back. But a French kiss on the mouth didn't mean much. He gave her those quite often. What she wanted was a French kiss on her pussy, and Jerry had never done that for her in a real, complete way-not like Andy had done last night.
Her tongue stirred against her husband's. His hand massaged one of her full, bulging breasts. His thick cock pressed her hip urgently.
He breathed hard as he tore his mouth off hers, leaving her pink tongue standing between her gaping lips.
"Baby, I've gotta have it ... ! " he said, and made another effort to scramble atop her.
"Let's kiss some more first," she said, holding him back. "I want to kiss you. Don't you want to kiss me?"
"You know what I want to do with you right now?" he asked, deciding he would use the forbidden four-letter word which Liz had employed freely with him.
"What's that?" Helen asked, wanting him to say it.
"I want to screw you," he said. "I want to screw you goddamned hard!" "I want you to screw me, darling..." (He thrilled.)
". . . but I want you to kiss me first. Kiss me all over. Make me feel like a banquet."
Finally it got through to him what she really was driving at and, though his mind wasn't at its most alert right now, a certain conclusion could hardly escape him:
"Was Andy oral with you?" he demanded, his mood having changed abruptly.
Helen blinked. "Sure. Wasn't Liz oral with you?" . "Of course not."
"That's funny. I figured they both were that way."
"He probably was like that with you because his wife won't let him eat her. And you put up with it! Helen, I don't know what to think!"
His self-righteous indignation aroused indignation of another kind in her:
"Don't you dare talk to me like that! Andy and I had a great time. We both enjoyed ourselves. I climaxed like the Fourth of July, over and over ... and strong! That's not exactly an everyday occurrence around here."
Now it was his turn to blink. "Are you trying to tell me I'm not a good lover?"
She realized that the situation was out of hand. If she didn't backtrack, it would not only spoil tonight for her completely, but it might also foul up their marriage. She didn't want that. At least, she didn't think she did ... not now.
She forced her expression to relax in a warm smile. "Baby, let's not fight," she purred. "Make love to me nice. Come on..."
His pecker had slumped. He was gazing at her suspiciously, as if he doubted whether she knew, or appreciated any longer, what "nice" lovemaking was.
"Come on..." she purred again, and placed her soft hands against his cheeks.
He relented, bending to kiss her on the mouth. She rose to meet his kiss, her lips parted and her tongue already lifting to enter his mouth the moment that their lips touched. She stroked it heatedly in and out. Her hand found his prick at the same time and stroked up and down across the sensitive corona.
He cuddled up beside her and used his tongue against hers.
She broke the kiss abruptly and jumped up to her knees, her rich tits tumbling forward. She bowed to his belly and began to lick all around his navel, stabbing at the little flesh-cup with her tongue.
"Helen..." he protested. "Hey ... take it easy ... don't do..."
The cry tapered off in a gurgling groan when her mouth seized the gristly knob of his pecker and slid hotly down over it. Her hand held the base of his prick as she licked its head all over, and she began to bob her mouth up and down.
Jerry's feelings were very mixed. He hadn't had his cock sucked since he was in the Marine Corps stationed in Japan, and now to have his lovely young wife do it-and so well!-thrilled him to the roots of his hair. But on the other hand, everyone knew cocksucking was wrong and that anyone who did it was a lousy pervert. He didn't want to think of his wife that way!
His propriety won out over his passion, and he grasped Helen by the head, wrenching her up off his throbbing joystick.
"Jesus!" he croaked. "Holy Christ! Is that what Andy taught you?"
"Didn't you like it?" she panted huskily.
"No!" he lied. "It was terrible! Damn it, Helen, you ought to be spanked!"
This was too much. Letting out an anguished wail, she leaped from the bed, her great tits bouncing, and she ran into the bathroom to have a cry.
Jerry lay on his back, uncovered and exposed, his cock wilting away. Frustration seeped through him.
He grasped the base of his softening cock and looked down as he flopped it back and forth. Shit! She had actually taken that filthy thing into her mouth-Helen, his lovely wife! God, she could never live that down. He didn't know how they could face one another.
As he held his prick, it stiffened up again.
He did want to screw-there was no doubt about that-but there wouldn't be any screwing tonight. Not after what had just happened.
What was he going to do?
There was only one thing.
He got out of bed and picked up the two pieces of his pajamas. Carrying them, he headed for the bathroom in the hallway.
Helen, in the master bathroom, sat on the toilet, her legs wide apart. Still sniffling and choking back her sobs, she defiantly rubbed her middle finger up and down ... up and down the groove of her pussy. The strokes pressed her clitoris and the sensitive nerve endings in the mouth of her vagina.
She jammed her eyes closed and visualized Andy in the nude. She thought about sucking Andy's cock. She thought about Andy eating her cunt ...
Now her finger dipped into her vaginal channel, out again, up across her clitty, down, in and out. She repeated this stroke over and over.
After a while, she added another finger, giving her greater fullness in the hole. Her pussy responded as a sensitive pussy was bound to do.
She concentrated more intently on Andy eating her ... then screwing her...
Eating wasn't everything but, oh God, it certainly helped a girl get there in a big way!
Jerry was such a prude.
No. Don't think about Jerry. Only Andy. Lovable, loving Andy who knew just what to do and did everything so well!
She used her thumb now, along with her two plunging fingers, so that she caught her clitty in a pincers stroke as her fingers sank into her cunt. She twisted her ass on the toilet. Her juice flowed freely, droplets of it falling into the water.
She stroked herself hard. She kept her eyes jammed tightly closed. She re-lived the feeling of Andy's tongue in her cunt, his lips and teeth on her vulva. Now she imagined the feeling of his big cock stroking in and out.
She drew close to her prize.
Closer.
Closer yet.
She had her climax, tremors rolling up through her, causing her to jerk on the toilet and to moan.
It was over, and suddenly she felt let down-badly let down, such as she never did after she had been well-loved by a man. Even Jerry's lovings, before the swap, made her feel better than this.
Damn! What a lousy way to end an evening!
In the other bathroom, Jerry stood in front of the John, applying Vaseline to his big stiff cock. He rubbed it all over the head and over the ridge and groove at the back of it. He began to stroke his pecker, his circling hand riding the Vaseline film as if it were the walls of a woman's cunt. It was just about as smooth and slippery as a cunt right now, and even snugger.
He closed his eyes and imagined Liz lying on a bed with her legs up ... that black-haired pussy of hers with its rosy moist center, splitting wide to welcome him ... to receive and enfold him ... to stroke him voluptuously as he pumped his pecker up and down, in and out ... Liz.
Then suddenly a strange thing happened: He quit thinking about Liz and began to think of Helen; and he didn't imagine himself fucking Helen's cunt-he had his prick in her mouth instead!
His circling thumb and finger squeezed his corona rhythmically, and he imagined they were his wife's lips. He stroked his cockhead with a feather touch, and that was Helen's tongue.
Helen was sucking him off-going all the way with him-and he thrilled wildly. He could never let her do it, but the thought of it turned him on.
He kept his eyes tightly closed. He arched his body. He stroked his pecker with delight. And he vividly imagined his wife's lips around his cockhead, as they had been just a little while ago ... her tongue lapping ... her mouth sucking ... her warm breath striking the slit at the end of his penis...
He bucked and throbbed as his pecker jerked, spewing forth arching jets of thick, whitish come. They overshot the toilet bowl and struck the wall in back of the fixture. But that was all right. He could wipe up the spots.
After he had fully ejaculated, he slumped and felt ashamed of himself. But it had been great while it lasted. What had made it so good was the opportunity it had presented for a dreaming-out of what he really and truly wanted, his wife's mouth on his prick, sucking and laving, taking his rich cream down her pretty throat. That was something his conscious mind and Puritan morals couldn't accept, but in his subconscious the thrill reigned supreme while he was excited.
Now he was ashamed not only of the act but of the fantasy which he accompanied it.
He blamed Helen. It was all her fault, for trying such an awful thing with him.
He thought of the-likelihood that she had done that with Andy and his stomach lurched queasily. He had kissed her since then. Oh ... shit! Swapping was a sinful thing.
He hadn't even enjoyed himself with Liz very much; she was such a cold potato.
Liz was too cold and his wife was too hot-that was all the trouble. It was Liz's difficulty in reaching a climax that had caused Andy to want to swap. When he'd found out how hot Helen was, he probably had taken advantage of her by making her blow him. That son-of-a-bitch!
But it was really Helen's fault.
Jerry didn't see how he could ever forgive her or how they could go on together.