Chapter 9
Vern lifted his hand and signaled Marty. Marty grinned across the crowded restaurant and started across toward him. Vern carefully went over his prepared speech in his mind and managed to return the grin as Marty dropped into the chair across from him.
"I took the liberty of ordering a couple of Scotches, okay?"
Marty nodded and looked up as the waitress set the drinks down; then he lifted his glass and took a good swig. Vern was keyed up, and he wasn't about to drag it out. He took a deep breath and spit it out.
"I've got a problem."
Marty let his smile fade slightly. For the first time he sensed Vern's mood.
"You look like you've lost your best friend. Let's hear about it."
Vern paused for a second, a little hesitant how to get started; then he took another deep breath.
"I want to get out of this swapping; it's no good for Leona and me."
Marty was knocked right off balance. He had been expecting anything but this. He looked at Vern for a second to make sure he'd heard right; then he leaned back and shrugged.
"I don't understand. I thought both of you really dug it."
Vern flushed slightly.
"Sure, we enjoy it; hell, who wouldn't? That's not the problem." Marty shrugged. "Okay, what is it?"
Vern took a sip from his glass before answering.
"It's Leona. She's never had much experience sexually; I thought this would be good for her to get rid of some of her inhibitions, but I'm afraid it's too much too fast."
Marty hesitated for a second, letting the words sink in.
"I still don't follow you; hell, she must be giving you what you want now."
Vern felt the frustration of the whole thing flooding him as he answered.
"I have no doubt she's ready and willing to give me what I want; the problem is that she doesn't give a damn where she gets it."
It finally began to sink in, and Marty nodded.
"You're afraid she's turned on to the point that you've got nothing left between you."
Vern nodded, relieved to have finally got it across. Marty spun his glass around in his hand for a second, then looked over at him.
"I think you're over-reacting. I felt that way when Sheila and I first went for it."
Vern met his gaze solidly.
"You and Sheila are living in a dream world, Marty. You're not married . . . you're just living together. You get your kicks from others, not each other."
Marty's face hardened.
"Look, I don't mind letting you cry on my shoulder because you're not man enough to satisfy your wife, but don't try telling me how to live my life. At least my wife is satisfied with what she's getting-is yours?"
Vern hadn't intended the conversation to go this way; he hadn't even got to what the whole thing was aiming at. He regretted his statement and tried to push it aside.
"It's nothing personal. Hell, I don't care how you and Sheila get your kicks; that's your business. I'm just worried about Leona and me. I want you and Sheila to let this thing die a natural death; call off tonight and then simply let it drag until Leona gets it off her mind. I know damn well that I can bring her to her senses if I have a few days."
Marty was still bristling from the comment about him and Sheila.
"I'll put it bluntly; I enjoy fucking your wife. I think she's got the right idea. And as long as she's willing, she'll have a spot in my bed. If you want to join in, that's great; but I'm not going to cut it off. She's your wife, buddy-you tell her it's finished."
Marty tossed back the remainder of his drink and stood up.
"I feel sorry for you, Vern; you're blaming Sheila and me because you haven't got enough cock to keep your wife at home. Think about it for a while; it's your doing, not ours."
He was gone before Vern could say anything. He sat for a second staring blankly at the door; then he dropped a bill on the table and stood up.
He crossed the smoke-filled room to the pay phone and pulled out some change. He got Ray's office.
"Vern Johnson ... is Ray in?" The deep, melodious voice of Ray's secretary flowed back to him.
"Yes, Mister Johnson; just a moment, please." There was a slight delay; then Ray answered. "Hi, Vern; what can I do for you?" Vern sucked in a deep breath. "I'd like to talk to you about something; can you spare a few minutes?"
"Sure; I was about to break for lunch anyway." Vern glanced at his watch. "I'll pick you up in about five minutes."
Vern lifted his cup to his mouth and finished off his coffee; then he set it down and lit a cigarette. He flashed his headlights for the carhop, and Ray handed over his mug to add to the tray.
Vern waited until the carhop had left; then he turned slightly in the seat so he could look at Ray.
"At least it's good to know that I'm not the only one worried about this." Ray nodded slowly.
"Yes . . . but we still haven't decided what we're going to do to stop it. I don't know about you, but I'm positive Lola is going to do something crazy if I simply say it's over and that's that." Vern nodded.
"Yes, that isn't going to solve it. There's no way Leona would accept that without complications."
Ray lit a cigarette and exhaled slowly.
"Then we have to arrange for them to be the ones suggesting we stop."
Vern chuckled dryly.
"Sounds great; just how do we manage that one?"
Ray shrugged.
"I don't think our problems are the same. Lola is losing herself in this, pushing aside our problems because she doesn't want to face them. Leona seems to have suddenly been freed to enjoy the fun of uninhibited sex, and she wants to make a feast of it. The problems are different, and the answers will have to be different, even though the end result has to be the same, the end to this swapping."
Vern nodded slowly.
"Yes, you're right. Have you got any suggestions as to how we can do it?"
Ray was silent for a second, kicking it around in his mind.
"First let's make it a little less attractive to Leona. She gets her kicks out of the group thing; having more than one guy, right?"
Vern nodded, and Ray continued.
"Okay, we make a pact to ignore Leona completely; that way she only has Marty to get her kicks from. I don't think she'll be too sold on it that way, do you?"
Vern smiled slightly.
"She sure as hell won't; all she can talk about is having two and three guys at once." Ray nodded.
"Okay, that should make it less appealing to her. Lola isn't going to be as easy, I'm afraid. I've got to convince her that she's got something to lose by swapping. And with the mood she's in now, that isn't going to be easy."
Vern frowned for a second.
"Well, we could use the same thing on Lola; the two of us could go for Sheila and leave our wives fighting for whatever Marty can give them."
Ray nodded, slowly exhaling.
"It would be a start, but we need something more than that."
A smile broke out on Vern's face.
"How about pushing it a little further-not only ignore her at the sessions but ignore her at home, too. Do what Leona is doing to me, laud Sheila's performance and let her know that all of a sudden you don't care if she makes it with you or not because you'd rather have Sheila."
Ray let the suggestion sink in for a second before answering.
"You mean make her jealous?"
Vern nodded.
"Sure, why not? As it stands now, she doesn't lose anything by swapping, but if all of a sudden you're turned on by Sheila to the point of not wanting her, she's sure as hell going to reassess it."
Ray reached forward and ground his cigarette out in the ashtray.
"It might just work. I could set the stage for it before we went over tonight, talk about nothing but Sheila from the time I get in the door."
Vern was beginning to enjoy the pact between them.
"Hell, you could really push it. It's early yet; you could drop in on Sheila this afternoon and fuck her; that would sure as hell make Marty wonder a little, too. Then, when you got home tonight, you could feed it all to Lola, give her all the little details and pretend to be all hot and ready to get at Sheila again tonight."
Ray was a little hesitant about going that far.
"I don't know . . . swapping together is one thing, but dropping in on Sheila alone is something else."
Vern shook his head slowly.
"She's your wife, buddy. I guess it all boils down to just how far you're willing to go to get her back."
Ray turned to face him, and he knew Vern was right.
"Okay, at least it's better than standing back and doing nothing. Drive me back to my office and I'll get my car and pay Sheila a visit."
Sheila was a little surprised to find Ray at the door when she answered it. She flashed him a smile.
"Looking for Lola? I haven't seen her all day. I think she had a hairdresser's appointment."
Ray shook his head slowly. He had been a little uneasy about what he was going to do, but suddenly, now that he was facing Sheila, he found himself instantly craving her lush body.
"I'm not looking for Lola; I'm looking for you."
The tone of his voice, the look in his eyes was enough to give Sheila the complete message, and it knocked her a little off balance. They stood silently facing each other for a few seconds; then Ray grinned.
"Well, are you going to invite me in or not?"
Sheila managed a smile and stepped back.
"Why not?"
Ray moved inside and kicked the door closed behind him; then he reached for her, grabbing her lightly around the waist and slowly slipping his hands up until he was cupping the huge mounds of her breasts.
"Here or in the bedroom?"
Sheila was still reeling under the suddenness of it all. She had never faced the situation before. Swapping had become a natural thing for her, but this was different, and she knew it. A strange, delicious urge filled her; it was different, risky. The suddenness of it filled her with a craving that was intense. She let out a small moan and reached for his hand.
"In the bedroom."
They moved together quickly, and in a matter of seconds they were both nude and rolling together in the center of the big bed. They kissed briefly, raising the level of need in themselves; then Sheila spun around above him and sucked the head of his stiff cock inside her mouth. Ray stifled a wild groan of pleasure at the feel of it and reached up, molding the firm cheeks of her ass in his hands and pulling her down to him.
His surging tongue drove deeply between her damp, swollen cuntlips . . . . . . pressing . . . . . . probing . . . . . . teasing . . . . . . thrilling the hot, eager, inner flesh. The feel of it shook Sheila deeply, and she returned the favor without hesitation. Her mouth worked frantically on the long, thick shaft of his lurching cock, nibbling, sucking, polishing . . .
Ray's teeth sank gently into the hot flesh of her swollen cuntlips as he moaned and shoved his tongue deep into her. He tongue-fucked her slowly for a second; then, as her hips began to gyrate, picking up the steady, rhythmic rotation, he let his tongue find the stiff, throbbing bud of her clitoris and begin to pay homage to it.
They became frantic, both lost in the wild animalistic act. The motion of Sheila's bobbing head increased as she felt him begin to tantalize her stiff little shaft with his teeth and tongue. She let out a moist, muffled moan of pure raw delight and worked passionately on his big prick, stripping it gently as it slipped in and out of her sensuous mouth.
Ray fed her more and more of his hot rod, letting her take the meat up to the balls. Her hands were moving on him now, stroking his back, his hips and finally cupping the dangling, swaying sac containing his aching, tingling nuts.
She stroked them, petted them, urging forth the hot load from within, and Ray couldn't hold back from delivering it to her hot, waiting mouth.
She felt his heavy balls quiver against her palms; then the rich, molten wad that had been burning and bubbling wildly in his sac gushed forth from the end of his big knob and shot into her throat. The second she felt it, she erupted deep inside, and her body went wild as she gyrated her hips frantically, pressing her hot cunt tightly against him and forcing his tongue completely inside to double the ecstatic surges of delight that ripped through her.
They clung together tightly, rolling, twisting on the bed, satisfying the wild urges that reeled through them; then finally, after Ray had emptied his hot balls completely into her mouth, he found the strength to roll off her. He twisted around on the bed and flopped down exhausted beside her.
Sheila closed her eyes and let out a low sigh of gratification.
"Mmm . . . my god, that was good . . . out of the blue like that... it was so unexpected ..."
The bout had simply served to warm Sheila up. She had been thinking all day about the night ahead, and she had been ripe for a session. Coming as it did, unexpected, coupled with the fact that she knew it was illicit in the fact that Marty wasn't even aware of it, seemed to make it even better; and she was hungry for more.
She reached over and grasped Ray's shrinking cock. She squeezed it playfully, then grasped it in a tight embrace and began to stroke it slowly.
Ray had come for the explicit idea of getting into bed with Sheila. He had intended to leave after balling her once, but now he suddenly didn't give a damn why he was there; he found himself wanting more.
His cock grew stiff and began to throb against her moving hand. He let out a soft moan and rolled over onto his side to face her.
His hand moved to the slippery warmth of her cunt and he began to stroke the open, wet lips.
Sheila moaned softly and moved upward, leaning over him, her eyes glued to his cock.
"This time it's all mine; just lie back and enjoy it, lover."
She sucked his big throbbing knob into her mouth and gurgled with pleasure as she began to worship the massive shaft. Her tongue worked over every inch of the bulbous knob, teasing it, polishing it, bringing a gasp of pleasure from Ray's lips.
She worked on him slowly, enjoying the feel of his reacting, sucking the big prick slowly in and out of her mouth as her hands played with his balls.
Ray gave himself to her completely. He closed his eyes and leaned back into the bed. His mouth fell open, and he began to moan softly as he reached down for her and began to guide it slowly, getting the best out of what he was giving.
"Slowly, baby . . . that's it . . . lick the knob, baby . . . oh, that's good ..."
He began to raise and lower his hips slowly, feeding her just the right amount of meat on each stroke to get the best thrill out of it.
Sheila went along with him completely. She was out to give him pleasure and suck back the hot elixir from his nuts, and she was ready to do anything he wanted.
She could feel and hear him reacting to her mouth. It thrilled her, and she built him slowly, raising him higher and higher until his muscular body was soaring and his breathing was ragged and husky.
Ray held back as long as he could, and it took a long time, but finally his big cock exploded deep in her mouth. She moaned and sucked the jerking knob even farther inside as it poured forth a deluge of hot, rich come. She savored it, holding it in her mouth for a few seconds before swallowing it and welcoming the next spurting stream.