Chapter 12
They began to roll and tumble, Lee again going after Cindy, and Don after Tina.
But Don was obsessed with the fact of Lee's presence, and his gaze kept turning to Lee and Cindy. Look at him lick her nipples! Now he's petting her between the legs.
As Lee and Cindy flopped passionately, their arms and legs bumped or brushed the other two. Tina lay on her back, more or less beneath Don, waiting for him to step up the action.
"Well, are you gonna watch them, or are you gonna screw me?" She demanded finally.
Suddenly he hated her. He didn't want to screw her. He didn't even want to touch her.
"What's the matter?" she asked as he hesitated.
"Nothing."
"Yes, there is," she insisted. "You act like I'm poison, and all you're interested in is them."
"Quit crabbing, Tina," Lee mumbled against Cindy's squirming, aroused flesh as he kissed her passionately and caressed her golden muff.
"Well, I think I've got something to crab about!"
She glared at Don, and all he could seem to do was to glare back. He had no hard-on and no desire to acquire one, which made the matter pretty conclusive.
"No wonder you couldn't keep your wife happy," Tina ranted on.
"What?"
"No wonder she had to entertain magazine salesmen while you were at work!"
Don pushed himself up on his knees, unable to believe what he'd heard. But Cindy had heard it also, and when he looked at her, her tortured blue eyes told him it was true.
Her sudden stiffness forced Lee to stop making love to her. He lifted his head.
"There was somebody else before this?" Don asked his wife. "Before tonight?" Her look had given him the answer before he asked the question, but he had to have it confirmed.
"Yes," she said, her lips trembling.
"And the reason was that I didn't satisfy you?"
"Yes."
Lee looked from one of them to the other. Tina smiled grimly.
"Goddamn," Don growled. He backed off the bed. "Come on," Tina said to her husband. "Let's get out of here."
Lee glanced at Cindy, then at Don. "No. I'm not going to leave things like this."
"What can we do?" Tina demanded. "They've got to work it out themselves."
"You sure as hell haven't done much to help them," he snapped.
"Listen ... if you'd had to put up with what I just did. you wouldn't he very charitable either. That guy couldn't satisfy a woman to save his life." She gestured angrily at Don.
Lee looked at him in a new light.
Don backed up, shrinking under the scrutiny of everyone. He felt as if his whole world had caved in during the last half-hour.
Lee got off the bed and walked over to him. "I'm sorry," he said sincerely.
Don trembled a little and held the other man's gaze. In that moment, everything seemed to come clear to him.
"Don ... we'd better go home," Cindy said from the bed.
"No. Let's not break up the party," Lee suggested, still looking at Don. "Why don't you girls go into the other room for a while? Don and I want to talk. I think we can get things straightened out."
"Well, I'm all for leaving," Tina sniffed as she got up.
"Shut your stupid mouth," Lee growled without glancing at her. He continued to gaze into Don's eyes.
To Don what was happening was almost eerie. But he didn't want to stop it. He felt as if this was something he'd always wanted. There had been fleeting moments, in the past, when he had suspected it. Now he knew.
Tina and Cindy went into the other room. "Sorry, kid," Tina said as soon as the door was closed, "but I couldn't help exploding in there. Don really gave me an awful time. I know what you've been going through with him."
"If he was so bad, why did you entertain him in your apartment?" Cindy snapped back.
"I thought the first failure was a fluke. I thought he'd improve. But he got worse. Tonight he was impossible. And when the four of us were together, all he seemed interested in was you and Lee. He kept watching Lee make love to you."
"Tina, I think all this was a mistake."
"Maybe it was," Tina admitted. "But it was your idea, or so Don said."
"Yes."
"I didn't mean to tell him what I saw that day-you and the magazine salesman."
"It's all right," Cindy said. "He was bound to know sooner or later."
She felt sick. Not that everything was out in the open, she couldn't see herself continuing to live with Don.
If she had seen what was happening in the other bedroom at that moment, Cindy would have been certain that their future was hopeless. For Lee had guided Don to the bed, and Don had gone willingly.
Lee had had some experiences with other men before marrying Tina. He thought he'd put all that behind him, but Don had reawakened the past.
They sank to the bed together.
When Lee sought to kiss him, Don went along with it. At the touch of the other man's lips, all of Don's resistance seemed to dissolve. He clung to Lee hungrily, and they kissed with intense passion, their tongues stroking and reaching deep into each other's mouths.
Don's cock came up.
"Have you ... ever done this?" Lee gasped excitedly. "No," Don breathed. "Do you want to?"
"What do you think?" Don asked, and carried the other man's hand to his straining, pulsing cock.
It took a while to straighten the threads of four tangled lives, but eventually it was done.
Looking back on the swapping experience, Cindy had to admit that it had produced consequences which had been impossible to foresee. If she'd known how it would turn out, she probably wouldn't have dared to go through with it. But in the final analysis, it had proved to be a good thing.
Don and Lee were living together.
Tina had left town.
And Cindy, at last, had found a man who appreciated her-a man who could truly make her happy. His name was Jack Damson, and he worked in the office where Cindy had taken a job after she went out on her own. On their first date, he had kissed her goodnight. On the second, they sat in his car, parked under the stars, and he petted her thrillingly while their mouths silently spoke love and passion to each other.
On the third date, she went with him to his apartment. He slowly removed the clothes from her yearning body, and his hands spread fire to every inch of her tortured flesh.
His fingers were deft at her nipples, twirling and tugging them, making them stand up big and full, tingling for his kiss. When his mouth closed around one of her eager buds, she felt the exquisite sensation through every cell and fiber of her being. His moist, warm mouth drew gently as his tongue teased the throbbing titty-tip. lashing and bending it this way and that.
He slid her panties from her hips, and his fingertips meandered into the silken fluff which adorned her burning cunt. She spread her legs eagerly, and his fingers parted the moist lips of her vulva. The small, inner lips were even more moist, and they tingled madly as his fingertips manipulated them.
He seemed to know exactly what to do to give her the most perfect sensation.
Now he opened the flower of her cunt and slid lower on her body, kissing and licking until his mouth was in her adorable love garden, approaching the quivering petals of her vulva.
He kissed it fully and warmly ... and deeply, as his tongue sank into her vaginal channel again and again. She moaned and writhed. Her hand groped blindly for his cock and found it big and full, bursting with desire for her.
"Take me. Oh, darling, take me!" she implored him.
He was quick to mount her, and his massive prick slid deep into her pussy, filling her with his throbbing manhood.
"Oh, screw me good!" she moaned. "I need it so!" He screwed her more thoroughly and more thrillingly than she had ever known. His magnificent rod seemed to reach the very bottom of her well on every thrust; then it would slide nearly all the way out. only to come powering in again steadily, forcefully, rubbing her erect, tingling clitoris on each stroke.
Cindy moved with him, twisting her eager twat and pressing it up and forward to sheath his cock to the very base. She felt his balls crash against her.
He took time to maul her luscious, hobbling tits as he screwed her. He even twisted his head once or twice to suck up a tingling nipple and lash it with his tongue as his prick continued to move in her pussy.
He took all the time in the world with her. His endurance seemed unlimited. She felt herself climbing inch by breathless inch, inexorably closer to the prize which shimmered at the crest of passion.
She reached it, grasping eagerly, and only then did Jack unleash the final flurry of rapid strokes, rounding out her orgasm and making it full, deep and blissfully satisfying.
She knew now that she had found the man she'd always wanted.
He seemed to feel the same way, for he asked her to marry him. Two weeks later, they were man and wife.
There were two things Cindy was sure of about this marriage: one, she wanted to start having babies right away; and, two, she never wanted to swap Jack for any other women's husband, or give him the opportunity to make it with another man's wife.
She loved him too much, and when two people felt that kind of love for each other, and knew that kind of completeness, swapping offered no lure. What could it give them that they didn't already have?
Jack gave every indication of feeling the same way-though swapping, of course, was never discussed during the early days of their marriage.
She hoped it never would be.