Chapter 9
Don telephoned Tina the next morning from his office.
"Hi ... it's me," he said.
When that didn't bring any response, he added. "Don." "Ooh."
He hesitated. This was hardly the reaction he had expected from her. But after that nasty scene the other day, he couldn't blame her for being a little reticent.
He laughed awkwardly. "I hope nobody's still upset over what happened. I'm not. Though I'll admit I'm a little embarrassed. All the neighbors must be talking."
"What do you want, Don?" she asked point-blank. The turn-off was obvious.
"Hey, look ... You're not sore at me, are you?"
"Not sore. Just ... well, it was something of a mess, wasn't it?"
"Was that my fault?"
She suppressed a yawn. "Not entirely, I suppose. Why did you call?"
"Well, I thought it might be nice to talk."
"We can't see each other any more, Don. Lee would kill me if he caught us again."
"Would he really?"
"I'm afraid so. Oh. About your clothes ... I've bundled them, and you can pick them up sometime when Cindy isn't at home."
"Cindy knows."
"Oooh?" This was Tina's first sign of interest.
"That's why I called you." He hesitated. "Look ... Can't we get together for lunch maybe? I want to talk with you about something."
"Don, I said we can't," was her firm reply.
This wasn't very complimentary. Don's doubt about himself grew larger.
"Lee won't know."
"That's what we thought before."
"I just want to have lunch with you, Tina. I want to ... suggest something."
"What is it?"
"I can't talk about it over the phone. Actually, it was Cindy's idea."
Now Tina was really interested. But she remained reluctant to make a date.
"Tell me now," she said. "If we can talk on the phone at all, we ought to be able to say most anything."
"I want to be with you when we discuss this. Meet me at twelve-thirty in the restaurant of the Hotel Dexter. Will you?"
"Ooh, all right."
"Don't sound so grim. What I want to talk about should be good for all of us."
"Well, you've got my interest up. I have to admit that."
"See you at twelve-thirty, then." "All right."
At the appointed time, Don arrived in the Dexter restaurant. It was one of the smartest places downtown and busy during the lunch hour. He ate there quite often, and he had made a reservation for today.
The hostess showed him to a table, and he ordered a dry martini to sip while he waited.
After about ten minutes, he became afraid that perhaps Tina was going to stand him up. But she showed shortly thereafter. She was dressed up and looked very sharp.
The hostess showed her to Don's table. He stood and smiled broadly.
"Now, what is this all about?" was her rather crisp greeting as she sat down.
"Will you have a drink?" he asked.
"All right. Martini."
He gave the order to the girl who was waiting and asked for a second for himself-something which he rarely did.
Tina looked right at him. "Now please tell me the secret before I piss my pants."
At first he was afraid that she might have been overheard, and this embarrassed him. Then he elected to just relax and enjoy her sometimes shocking manner. He felt a little more free and easy than he used to, with an adulterous affair under his belt and the prospect of some mate-swapping in the future.
He grinned. "Okay. Somebody told Cindy about what happened the other day, and she confronted me with it last night. But she wasn't sore, as you might expect." "No?"
"What she told me was..."
The waitress arrived just then with the drinks, and Don stopped talking.
As soon as the girl had left, Tina asked, "What did Cindy tell you?"
"That she-are you ready for this? She would like to play around a little herself."
A wise smile slowly came over Tina's face, and she took a sip of her drink.
Now, what was that smirk for? he wondered.
"But the point is," he went on, "she thinks we ought to play around together-all four of us: You, Lee, Cindy and I."
"The four of us!"
"Yeah." Don was grinning. "A swap. You spend the night with me and Cindy with your husband. How does that strike you?"
She squinted. "Have you two ever swapped before?"
"Nope. Cindy was reading something the other day that gave her the idea, I guess. When she found out about you and me, she figured this was the time to spring the proposition. I have to admit, the idea's interesting." He took another slug of his drink. "What do you say?"
Tina didn't answer immediately. This was something that required a little thought before she committed herself.
She had heard of mate swaps, and she had been mildly stimulated by the idea. It wouldn't be like playing around behind Lee's back. It wouldn't be as much fun, she believed. But it would be better than a dull night at home.
The only thing was, she didn't take to the idea of spending a night with Don. He just didn't make it as a lover. God, it was no wonder Cindy wanted to swap!
And that was something else. Could she trust that blonde witch with her Lee?
Well, Lee had screwed around with lots of them. Cindy probably wouldn't drive him out of his head if none of the others had.
A swap would be an interesting experience. And once she and Lee were broken into it, he would probably want to do it some more, with other couples. That would mean new and different fun.
The sticking point was whether she could tolerate Don for an entire night.
"Well?" he pressed.
She studied him. Perhaps there was hope, if she handled him right. It might be fun to find out what she could do with him.
"The idea interests me, too," she said.
"Do you think Lee will go for it?"
Tina smirked. "You know him. What do you think?"
"Please. Don't remind me of our last meeting."
"I think he might be talked into it," she said.
"Will you try?"
She gave the matter some final consideration, then nodded her head.
Don grinned all over.
The idea had really taken hold of him by now. He was a little surprised how strongly it had, and he was surprised that he didn't care about Cindy sleeping with another man. In fact, he kept thinking of that in a definitely pleasurable way.
"A swap?" Lee repeated to his wife that evening, after she had sprung the idea.
"Mmmmmm," she purred and dropped onto his lap, her dark eyes glinting sexily. "Sounds groovy, doesn't it?"
"Well, that would depend."
"On what, lover?"
"On who we're going to swap with."
"How about blonde big-tits across the way?"
He leaned back to get a better look at her. "You mean Cindy Mitchell?"
"Mmmmmm-hmm." She watched him expectantly.
"Well, yeah!" He grinned. "I think I'd kinda like that."
"I thought you would," she purred, and added in a playfully-sharp tone, "stinker!"
"Oh, come on now. But what makes you think she would go for it?"
"I got the idea directly from her lips." She couldn't tell him Don had suggested it.
"No bull?"
"It's true. I think she has hot panties for you, lover."
"And you don't mind?"
"Well ... if I can have big Don..."
"That guy!" Lee glowered.
"Let bygones rest in peace, or whatever they say. The point is, Cindy knows he would go for it. She found out about Saturday."
"Well, I'm not surprised about that." Lee looked closely at his wife. "Do you really like this idea?"
She didn't dare seem too eager. She shrugged. "It would be all right-better than watching the late show."
"Mmmmmmmm." Lee was thinking of Cindy's large, rounded tits and wondering if she had real blonde hair between her legs.
Then he went on to think of Cindy's husband with
Tina again, driving his cock into the pussy which Lee owned.
"Shall I tell Cindy it's all right to set it up?" Tina asked.
Her husband nodded. "Okay."
Smiling warmly, she got off his lap. "What do you say we go to bed right now? I'm hot."
"Baby, I think that's a helluva good idea!" He swung his hand smartly and caught her across the firm, jiggly buttocks.
A few minutes later, they were in bed. Lee was stretched out on his back, and Tina was bending over his loins, her long black hair tickling his thighs and belly while her mouth worked lovingly on the head of his dong.
Man, this was the way for a wife to act! What a treatment!
He writhed gently against the mattress and thrust his cock as high as he could possibly make it go-nearly jamming it down Tina's throat as she gnawed and sucked on it, like a bitch with a big juicy bone.
Her hand was around his balls, milking at them.
She had never sucked Lee all the way to a climax before, but this time it was going to happen if she wasn't careful. He was dangerously close to the eruption point right now.
Tina kept chomping and sucking on the huge, swollen head of his dick, and she kept pulling on his pent-up balls. He writhed harder. Her tongue swabbed his cockhead. She groaned. Her saliva, mixed with his sex lubricant, streamed down the staff of his prick, into the hair at its base.
She began bobbing her head avidly. This was too much. He couldn't hold back any longer. He only hoped she didn't panic when she got a mouthful of his gooey cream.
The thought set him off and he jerked, growling ecstatically. The warm fluid rose in his stalk and bubbled forth from the tip of it, into her mouth, as he shuddered blissfully.
She ragged and gobbled. (What else could she do?) And she discovered that she enjoyed the thick, heated stream which slid down her throat, f She had thought of this many times and hadn't been sure if she would like it or not. Now she knew.)
She kept sucking noisily on him as he spurted and spurted, giving her every drop his balls had manufactured. Finally he lapsed against the red with a rattling sigh.
Jesus, that had been good!
Tina swallowed for a final time, sat up, and wiped her mouth with her hand. She smiled. "God ... oh, God..." he said.
"Darling, you're mighty tasty," she told him, and she flooped atop his body full-length, finding his mouth with hers.
They kissed, and he tasted his own come in her mouth.
After he had rested for a little while, he got down between Tina's legs, and carefully pried open the large lips of her cunt. He blew into the rcsy, moist pussy. Then, as she keened in pure enjoyment, he protruded his tongue and licked into that delicate, fleshy crevice.
She cried and twisted and let her long hair whip about the pillow. She massaged the top of her husband's scalp with her fingers and rubbed her hot, smooth thighs against his ears as he gobbled her honey with delight. The fact that he was delighted proved itself in his sexual organ, which quickly stiffened again to press sideways against the bed.
He brought Tina to a climax by twirling and tugging at her tingling clitty, then he surged atop her and ran his long cock all the way into her saturated chasm. He pumped it up and down, in and out of her slowly, stropping her clit every time.
She moaned and swiveled and pressed her eager loins up to him.
The bed sighed and creaked softly. Every once in a while the creaking would turn fast and frantic as he screwed her fiercely, then it would slow down again wh'le he returned to long, deliberate strokes that bumped the very bottom of her sexual well.
He alternated the fasts and the slows like that for quite a while and nearly drove Tina out of her sex-loving mind before he settled in to finish the job. stroking in and out of her at a steady pace without letup until she came, kicking and screaming.
He came in the next instant, jetting his semen deeply into her quim.
Tina had the thought that Cindy was a lucky girl to be able to get in on this.
Lee thought, Don Mitchell will be giving her the next injection. He shuddered pleasurably a final time as he thought of Don's prick where his was now.