Chapter 10
At first Willa was reluctant when I suggested we join a correspondence club in order to meet other swingers. I didn't press her. Her objection was valid enough. She thought it would be somewhat demeaning to advertise for sex, and she was sure at the time she'd never want to answer another couple's ad. So I agreed with her, biding my time and hoping we'd luck onto another couple in the El Paso area like we had that shit-head Woody and Anne. I still think highly of Anne, but Woody pulled something I'd rather not go into because it makes me mad to this day when I think about it.
Anyway, Willa and I both felt the need for sex outside of our marriage once we'd started it. The love was every bit as strong between us as it'd ever been, but there's something extra exciting about swinging. We both missed it and admitted the fact openly to each other. It's strange, I guess, because we weren't at all bored within our marriage. When we made love it was wonderful, but we found ourselves making it less and less for some reason.
We didn't find another couple to swap with, though we seized every opportunity to meet new people and to feel out our old friends who appealed sexually to us. Within two months after my sister and her husband had visited us, I realized the extent of my voyeurism. Perhaps the voyeur in me is what makes swapping appeal so strongly to me. I don't know. It couldn't be the only reason, because I thoroughly enjoy the active part I take in it. One thing became very clear to me, though. I literally hungered to see my wife having abandoned intercourse with another man, and as the weeks wore by I didn't care which man.
Thank goodness Willa had sense enough to decline the night I brought home a strapping young man I'd met in a bar, intending him for her. He was crude and vulgar, and maybe I'd singled him out for that reason, because when I'd gone into the bar I knew it was to find a healthy stud to take home and offer to my wife. I wanted to see her getting it so bad I could taste it, but she wouldn't go for it. Instead she took me into the kitchen and told me in no uncertain terms to get him out of our house and never pull a thing like that on her again.
Since I'd promised him nothing -- I'd only hinted -- it was no problem to simply take him back to the bar where I'd found him and dump him out. Willa was waiting for me when I got back, dressed in high-heeled house slippers and a see-through nylon shortie with no step-ins.
"Go park your car down the block and hurry back. I'll hide you in our bedroom closet," she told me.
"What for?"
"I made a call while you were gone. A man is coming over."
"Who?" I asked, hearing the excitement clinging to my voice. "Your boss?"
"No. It's over with him. We get on better with a purely business relationship."
"Then who?"
She smiled tauntingly and pressed against me. "Does it matter who, darling? As long as you get to watch while he's laying me, what difference does it make who he is?"
"Do you know him?" I demanded.
"Barely," she said. "But he appeals to me enough. If you must know, he's a client I met in the office. We handled a lawsuit for him. He made a few passes at me, but we were involved with Woody and Anne at the time so I rejected him. Now, that's all I'm going to tell you. You don't need to know any more, because he'll only be here this one time."
"You're doing this because of me, aren't you, Willa?"
"Yes."
"I feel rotten."
"Don't, Burt. I wouldn't do it unless I wanted to. Don't you know me well enough by now to realize that?"
"You don't have to go through with it, baby."
"He's on his way over, Burt, and he appeals to me."
"I'll go park the car away from the house then."
She smiled reassuringly and kissed me, then I hurried out to get the car out of the driveway so the guy would think she was all alone in the house. I didn't like the idea of hiding in the closet and being a Peeping Tom, but Willa wanted it that way so I went along despite the bad taste it brought to my mouth.
After I'd parked my car a few houses up the block, I walked briskly home and went in the front door. Willa grabbed me and planted a kiss on me.
"I'm getting excited about this, honey," she said.
I held out my hands so she could see them trembling.
She kissed my hands. "We'll join one of those correspondence clubs."
"I thought you didn't want to. Don't do it because of me, darling."
"I didn't want to at first," she said. "But we haven't found anyone locally and I've been thinking about it. I've decided it's the sensible thing to do ... because I want to go on swinging and tonight makes it pretty plain you do too."
"You're not still afraid it'll make you feel cheap?"
"I don't think so, honey. We'll be very selective about who we meet, and we can write back and forth several times to be sure we'll click, can't we?"
"Sure," I hurriedly agreed, because that's the way I'd felt about it all along. "And we'll not go through with it even after we meet the people we write to if you don't want to. We can always back out right up to the last minute."
She giggled. "Like, pull up our pants and go home, huh?"
I never got to answer. A car pulled into our drive and stopped.
"He's here," Willa breathed, giving me a fast peck on the chin. "Hurry and hide in the closet. I don't want him to see you."
"I don't feel right about hiding."
"Go on, Burt," she insisted, "or I'll send him away."
I'd hidden one other time when she had a guy come to the house, but I'd known during my hiding that I was going to join them later. This time I'd have to wait till the man left. It didn't set just right, but when he rang the bell I got excited and hurried back to hide in the closet as Willa went to let him in.
"Goddamn, baby," I heard him exclaim. "You look good enough to eat! "
"Don't make me any promises you won't live up to, Ed," Willa told him sultrily.
"Ho, ho. I like that! Honey, you could have knocked me over with a sock when you called tonight. Why the change of heart?"
"I was thinking about you. I was all alone. I wanna get laid."
"That's the way, baby! None of that mushy love crap. We both know what we want, right?!"
"You're coming on kind of strong, aren't you?" I heard Willa ask. "You acted nicer in the office."
"We're not in the office, now, baby. We're adults. You got the cunt and I got the cock. Let's put 'em together."
Willa sounded as if she might be having second thoughts about her choice of a lover. "How about a drink first?"
"Fuck a drink. I've had several already. Come on. Give us a little kiss."
All was quiet for several seconds. I knew he was kissing and pawing her, but I did nothing. He wasn't the kind of guy I'd like under any circumstances, but Willa had invited him, not me, so I figured I should leave them alone. (She told me later he didn't act anything like he had in the office and that she'd never have called him if she'd known about his split personality.)
"Don't, Ed," Willa gasped. "Please don't ... you're hurting me."
"On your knees, you cock-hungry little cunt. I'm gonna fuck that pretty face of yours."
It was all I could do to make myself stand in the closet and listen, but Willa hadn't called, and she knew I was back in the bedroom. I figured maybe she was enjoying it and had known he was going to treat her rough when she asked him over. It puzzled the dickens out of me, but I decided to stay put unless she yelled for me to come help her. People affect one another in all sorts of different ways, and I feared the worst when I heard my wife loudly sucking his dick -- that he was a freak who enjoyed hurting women and that somehow his personality had brought out an answering response in her. The thought of Willa turning maso made me sort of sick at my stomach, but I'd promised her I'd stay in the closet, and I did.
"That's enough cocksucking for now," he growled, and I heard a wet slurp, then a thump as he shoved her away. "Get on your hands and knees, you dirty little whore! I'm gonna stick it right up your high and mighty ass!"
"Stop it, Ed! " Willa snapped. "What's come over you?"
"You're lower than a whore, you bitch! A married woman that fucks around is nothing but a tramp, and I fuck tramps in the ass! Now, let on your hands and knees or I'll take off my belt and whip you good!"
Sweat broke out all over me. My feet shifted and I swung open the closet door. Then I caught myself. I'd made a promise, and Willa might, just might, be loving every second of the sordid business. She hadn't called me, so what else could I think?
"Get out of here, Ed! Go home and sleep it off" And don't come back!"
Willa sounded angry, but I didn't know if it was part of a screwy game they were playing or what.
"Huh-uh, slut. You called for cock and cock you're gonna get ... all your tender little asshole can stand. If you won't get on your hands and knees like the bitch you are, then I'll put you that way myself!"
I could hear them struggling, both of them panting and Willa whimpering.
"There!" he thundered. "Now, bitch ... now!
"Nooo ... oh, God! Don't! Not in my assss! AARGH! "
"You got it, hot butt," he hissed. "Every bit of it! Tell old Ed how you like it."
Willa couldn't speak. She made sounds like, "Ung ... ung ... ung," and I could tell he was hurting her something awful. Suddenly it didn't matter if she wanted me to or not -- I had to get the sonofabitch off her!
My fists clenched and ready, I stormed out of the bedroom and charged up the hall toward the living room, where they were. The lights were all still on, and the sight which greeted me ripped at my guts. He was a big, lean, muscular man of around forty or so, and what he was doing to my sweet wife made me want to kill him on the spot.
Willa was on her knees with him bent over her. Her nightgown was pushed halfway up her back. The bastard was cornholing her to beat sixty, holding her helpless there on the floor with her hair jerking in all directions as he slammed brutally into her butt again and again. She was sobbing pitifully and licking her lips. The flow of tears streaming from her eyes had already made a damp spot on the carpet, through which her face was being dragged back and forth.
Screaming in anguish, I ran toward them. He looked up at me with lust-glazed eyes. That was before I hit him. Then he couldn't see at all. I swung with all my might and crashed my fist smack in the center of his startled face. He was out so fast he didn't have time to grunt. The force of my outraged blow sent him sprawling backward, his thick rod making a sound like uncorking a bottle when it left Willa's dilated anus.
"Why didn't you call me?" I yelled at Willa.
"I ... started to ... then ... oh, cats!" she wailed, staying on her knees.
My wife's pretty face had an expression I'd never seen before.
"Are you in pain?" I asked dumbly.
She nodded, her long hair tossing about. Still on her knees, she looked up at me and said, "I'm afraid I'm bleeding. See if I'm torn!"
I knelt and examined her anus at close range. It was stretched, all right, but I couldn't see any tear. "No blood. You're okay, I think."
"Dry," she moaned. "He put it in me dry. God, I thought I'd die there for a minute!"
"I'll kill the sonofabitch!"
But I didn't. I checked to see he was still breathing. He was, and the blood made bubbles at both his nostrils. I dragged him to the door, opened it and pitched him out on the lawn, then shut the door and went back to Willa. She hadn't moved, and I couldn't help wondering why.
"You've got a hardon, Burt," she said, watching me over her shoulder.
When I glanced down, I was amazed to see she was right. I opened my mouth to make any kind of silly excuse, but before I could speak Willa rasped: "Finish me, darling! Take it out and put it in me! "
"In your ass?" I asked incredulously.
"Yesss!"
"But I tho -- "
"Don't talk! Just do it, Burt! I'm on fire back there!"
While I hurried to lower my pants and shorts, I noticed the slippery condition of her pussy. She panted with lust and wagged her tail invitingly, hypnotizing me with her contracting brown anus. I dropped to my knees and fingered up some slick fluid from her cunt.
"Hurry, darling," she rasped, pushing back at my fingers as I wiped her vaginal secretion over her hot asshole.
"You liked what he did to you," I muttered stupidly.
"I couldn't help it! Not at first, I didn't. It hurt awful! But then ... oh, shit ... we can talk later. Fuck me, Burt! Fuck me right in the ass, darling! "
I grabbed her full hips and held her still as I brought the head of my rod to her. She felt so hot I heard myself gasp when I pushed in past my coronal ridge and paused ...
"All of it," she begged. "Hard!"
My fingers bit into her soft flesh. I jerked her back and hunched forward at the same time, sending all seven inches of my shaft rushing into her dark tunnel.
Willa sucked in her breath and shuddered all over. I groaned aloud at the incredible heat in that part of her body, leaving it in her to the hilt and grinding my pelvis in a tight circle.
"Oh, Burt ... darling!
"So hot," I moaned. "Jesus, it's good!"
"To me too," she sighed, clamping her tight anus around the base of my dong till I was nearly delirious with the pleasure it gave me. "Oh, fuck me, Burt ... fuck me like a dog!"
The way she slammed back to meet each of my forceful thrusts, her body trembling and her breath sounding excited and ragged, made me want to go outside and thank Ed for what he'd done. I sincerely regretted having hit him, but not enough to stop cornholing my wife and go out to apologize just then. Willa really loved it up her butt now that he'd opened her up, and I'd never had my cock in anything that felt better. Damn, was her asshole ever hot and tight!
I wanted to tell her how great it felt, but I was panting too hard to speak. She wouldn't have heard me anyway, because she moaned constantly and pumped her soft tail back at me in an abandoned flurry of motion.
Just as I felt orgasm gallop toward me like a herd of wild horses, I fell over her and grabbed her swaying tits.
"Harder ... faster!" she shouted.
The sound of her voice told me she was ready, too. I gripped harshly at her breasts and really hammered it to her, making her sob brokenly for a moment before she yelled shrilly and started quaking with an intense climax.
"Coming! I'm coming!"
The way her sphincter muscle began grabbing my cock was enough without her telling me. There was no doubt of her blissful condition. For a few seconds I feared her anus would snip my organ off inside her convulsing bowels, it was squeezing so powerfully. I gritted my teeth, then exploded, my dick jerking wildly as it blew jet after jet of sperm deep into her writhing body.
"Oh, God ... oh, God!" Willa crooned, collapsing with me on top of her. "Oomph . . . oooh ... oooh! "
I completely forgot about going outside to apologize to Ed. Willa and I were so wrung out we fell asleep there on the living room floor.