Chapter 4
THE FOLLOWING MORNING, MONDAY, ANDY entered Tom's private office.
The older man looked up from his desk and smiled broadly. "Come in, Andy. Have a chair."
Andy closed the door behind him and advanced to the visitor's chair beside the desk. He felt a little uneasy.
Tom, on the other hand, was sure of himself. He showed no disposition to avoid talking about Saturday night's party at his house. In fact, he brought the subject up before Andy had a chance to do so.
The older man leaned back in his leather swivel chair. "No bad effects from the other night, I hope," he grinned.
"None," Andy affirmed. "In fact, Liz and I enjoyed ourselves a great deal."
Tom grinned stronger. "That's what I wanted to hear! We'll do it again soon."
"Fine. By the way, was that the first time for you and Eloise?"
"Hell, no. We've swapped a dozen times or more, with about half that many couples."
Andy was amazed and pleased.
"We've been at it for the last year or so," Tom added.
"Do you belong to a club or something?"
Tom shook his head. "Eloise wanted to join one, but I couldn't see that. There was too much chance of getting fouled up."
"Liz and I feel the same way about it."
"Oh, so you two have talked it over!"
"Yes. We decided we wanted to swap some more ... but we weren't sure how to make an approach, or with whom. I thought you might give me some pointers."
Tom grinned again. "You shouldn't have any problem, buddy-with such a hot wife to offer in trade."
It occurred to Andy that he should take exception to the remark, but he didn't. Clearly, he and Tom enjoyed a new and special relationship which permitted them to discuss each other's wives freely and without offense.
Andy said, "I can't just walk up to a guy on the street and say, 'I've got a hot wife to trade-how about it?'"
"Of course not. Anyway, you wouldn't want to. He might be married to a dog. "Then...? "
"The best approach," Tom said, "is the one Eloise and I took with you and Liz. Invite another couple over to your house; get as chummy as you can; let the booze flow freely ... and if the guy looks good to Liz and his wife looks good to you, move in."
"Oh, sure. And maybe get a punch in the mouth. You know, Tom, I might have slugged you the other night when you started feeling Liz up."
"But you didn't," Tom grinned wisely. "And the reason you didn't was because you were hot to screw Eloise. You see, that's the clincher."
"Eloise wanted me to. What if another guy's wife doesn't?"
"Then it's tough titty. But that's one of the risks you take. You have to proceed carefully at first, and make sure Liz does her part. That's the most important move in the game."
"How about the couples you and Eloise have been swapping with? Do you think they'd be interested in some added action?"
"Probably. But I doubt that you would care for them. Most of them are older."
"Well, it's a way to start."
"I have a better idea," Tom said.
"Let's hear it."
"You know Jerry Naylor with Sherwood Builders, don't you?"
"Yeah, I've met him."
Tom's eyes twinkled. "Have you ever seen his wife?" Andy shook his head.
"She's got tits that won't quit-even bigger than Liz's. And what an ass! She can damned near give you a hard-on from just watching her walk down the street."
Andy grinned. "You make her sound pretty choice."
"She is, man. And if I'm any judge, she and Jerry are swingers."
"You mean, you think they swap?"
"I think they would. A swinger can be either an actual or potential swapper."
"I don't know," Andy said. "It's risky to approach someone we do business with."
"Not if you pick your man and go about it carefully. And the fact that we do business with him can have an added plus. We ought to do more business with Sherwood than we do. You know, it wouldn't hurt your standing with the company if you could haul in some extra orders from them."
"Well, that's a side issue as far as I'm concerned. But if Jerry's wife is a sexpot, I might see what can be done."
"She's the sexiest." Tom paused and added, "If all goes well with the Naylors, you might work Eloise and me in on the next party. Christ, I'd like to get a piece of that crazy blonde."
"I'll give Jerry a call," Andy said thoughtfully, "and suggest we get together for lunch."
"Sure. Why not? And you just might arrange to take Liz with you. As the old Jewish woman said about the chicken soup ... it wouldn't hurt."
Andy grinned. "Combining business and pleasurethat's pretty good if it works."
"It's the only way to fly!"
Tom beamed in satisfaction. Andy had picked up on this even more readily than he had hoped.
That night, Andy turned to his wife in bed. He placed his hand against her warm, soft belly and slid it upward, on top of her nylon nightgown, until he had hold of a round, firm breast.
"How about it?" he inquired.
She hesitated before she replied, "All right," and her tone was less than overly enthusiastic.
He believed he understood. It was to be expected that there would be some tension between them now. He hadn't touched her since the swapfest of the other night, and she was no doubt wondering how she would react and how he would react to her. He wondered the same thing, but he was determined to find out and to deal with any problem that might exist. Swapping was all well and good as sexual sport, but he and Liz were married mates who were going to spend a lifetime together. He loved her. He didn't want any other woman in the way he wanted her, and he believed she felt the same about him.
He kneaded her full titty with tenderness and felt the nipple rise under the thin nylon which covered it.
He slid his thumb and forefinger to the spike-like crest and pinched it through the sheer cloth.
"Mmmmm," he said. "Your breasts are so much nicer than Eloise's."
"Do you really think so?"
"Of course. Hers are too soft and loose."
Liz thought of saying that Tom seemed to like her titties, too. But she didn't.
"Let's get the top of this nightie down," Andy suggested.
She lifted her shoulder as he drew the strap away, and her beautiful breast popped into the open. There was a soft light in the room, which enhanced the creamy whiteness of the globe and caused the crinkly aureole and risen nipple to appear even more delectable than usual.
He stroked the nipple slowly, bending it back and forth.
"Oh, that gets to me," she said. "I'm glad."
He caught the nipple in a gentle pincers-grip and tugged upward on it, shimmying the white surrounding flesh.
"Suck it?" Liz asked.
He bowed his head and snaked his wet tongue around the little rosy shaft, tickling the coarse but sensitive flesh of the aureole. Then gently he sucked the nipple into his mouth and laved it with his tongue as he drew lingeringly on it.
Warm thrills spread through the breast and beyond, throughout Liz's body. Her anxiety drained away. She was responding to Andy as always. She could relax and swing with it now.
He slipped the other side of her nightie down and placed his warm, wet mouth around the crest of her other tit. While he sucked gently, he wobbled the full, round titty with his hand. Liz moaned. His cock fattoned voluptuously to become a thick, hard battering ram of lust. Liz felt it against her thigh, and she reached down to take it in her hand. Her delicate fingers rolled the foreskin away from the swollen head, and she teased the head with a fluttering touch.
Andy growled and slid lower on Liz's body, drawing her nightgown along. He turned at right angles to her, so that his prick would not be out of range of her grasp.
He rubbed her pliant belly through the flimsy bunched nylon, then drew the nylon further along. She raised her hips, and he pulled it out from under them. He drew it along her thighs and past her knees.
The dark tangled beauty of her sexual zone lured him, and he ruffled the thick bed of curls with his hand. Liz kicked her nightie off and parted her legs for him, drawing one knee up and to the side.
The faint aroma of her sexual need drifted to his nostrils. He leaned closer. His thumbs stroked the soft, rubbery lips of her pussy and gradually eased them apart. Her inner meat was rosy, moist and succulent. He leaned closer still, aiming his rear toward the head of the bed.
Perhaps subconsciously he was remembering what Liz had done for Tom the other night-the fellatio-and he was hoping she would do as much for him right now.
He breathed in the intoxicating essence of her pussy, then blew lightly into the gash which he was holding open. Liz moaned and writhed.
Her hand stroked him more avidly, plucking at his balls as well as caressing his sturdy shaft. Her fingers trailed through his ass crack, tickling him around the anus, then returned to his genitals.
He lowered his mouth fully against her cunt and fastened his lips to the slippery soft folds of her vulva. He gently sucked and dipped his tongue into her slit; he withdrew his tongue, sucked some more and tongued her again.
He could hear her crying softly, as if from a great distance away. Her satin thighs rustled against his head, her belly moving voluptuously against his cunt-kisses.
He turned his body more, as he continued kissing her, and now his ass was very close to her face. He was waiting for a sign from her, and it came in the form of a tugging on his stiff cock.
He raised the knee which was closest to her body and swung it high over her, far enough so that it would land at her other side. He kept sucking and tonguing her pussy all the time, supporting the weight of his upper body on his splayed elbows. He backed up a little, keeping his ass high in the air.
"Oh, darling..." he heard her moan. "Oh, yes, darling...! "
She tugged his cock down, and he lowered his pelvis. He thrilled as her soft lips enclosed the end of his dong.
He and Liz had sixty-nined a couple of times, but not recently. This proved to be the best time of all. He hunched hotly down into the nest which was formed by her belly and thighs, and she held his cock pointed into her mouth. She sucked on it as if it were a candy cane, fondling and plucking at his taut balls, also.
His nose nestled close to her ass-hole, and there was just the faintest scent of that hole's function which tinged the essence of her arousal and the sweetness of the perfume she wore. He licked into her cunt voraciously and gobbled her slick, warm honey.
The more ardently he licked her, the more passionately her mouth responded around his prick. She bumped up and down beneath him. He began gently to pump his cock in and out between her lips.
The sensation was thrillingly good!
He didn't want to reach a climax like this, however. It would shock her to have his come gush into her throat-that had never happened-and he was afraid she wouldn't like it. It might even turn her against cocksucking, which would inhibit their future happiness and cramp their style as swappers, too. (Even in the midst of this exciting dalliance with his wife, Andy was still thinking in the back of his mind about the swaps which were to come.)
When he neared the limit of his endurance, he reared his ass in the air, pulling his cock from between his wife's sucking lips, and he quit eating her meat. He twisted quickly around to place himself in the conventional position, above her.
His cock needed no guidance into her wet and very open quim. Her warm, yearning flesh enclosed it and she began to rock and rotate immediately, even before he could establish a rhythm.
"Come on, daddy..." she panted, her full tits quivering as she gyrated. "Screw me hard. Pump me with your big stiff prick. Oh, shit, how I need it!"
Liz didn't often become so very blunt in the voicing of her needs. Her use of the word shit was practically unheard of during sex.
Andy responded by screwing her fast and hard, as she had demanded. He pumped her with all the furious exultation of a male in the grip of horny lust, and she responded like the complete female she was.
The result was thoroughly satisfying for both of them as they quaked and undulated in a strong mutual orgasm that welded them into a single physical unit and merged their souls in shared ecstasy.
This blissful screwing, and the oral sex which had preceded it, seemed to bode well for their future as swappers. If one little swap with the Bairds could enhance their enjoyment of each other this much, think of how much closer they would be from now on, as they went on to practice swapping with new coupled. It promised to revitalize their lives!
Andy talked with her, as they lay in bed afterward, about setting up a tentative swap date with the Naylors. After he had described Jerry to her, she was all in favor of the idea, and she agreed to accompany him when he met Jerry for lunch ... at a time to be determined when he called the other man. Her presence would have to seem as if it had developed spontaneously at the last minute, which would be easily arranged.
"I'm really excited about what we're going to do," she said, feeling that she could be frank about her feelings now.
"It's going to be a groove, as the kids say. A real groove!"
She laughed gently with him and they hugged.