Chapter 11
The choice of two couples to join the Wellses in a swapping orgy with everything going on in the same room at the same time-this was another one of Paula's conditions-posed something of a problem for Joe. It was left to him because his office contacts seemed to offer more and better possibilities than did the social contacts Paula could have approached.
There was one main difficulty: How to determine through a husband whether or not his wife would be willing to submit to sexual intercourse with another woman.
The Wellses, after talking it over, agreed that Paula would have to take her chances on this score. Joe would do his best to hint at the possibility in making arrangements with male friends at his office, but he couldn't seek to pin them down as to this or even to state the condition in unequivocal terms. Paula understood. She also believed that, given two average women who were swingers and were out for a night of wild uninhibited fun, at least one of them would be willing to sample her wares in return for the attentions she was prepared to pay them.
During coffee breaks, Joe confidentially approached several men, hinting at his desire to set up a date for three couples. He had already talked with these fellows about mate swapping as a general proposition and had determined that they were interested. Now he narrowed down the question and got four who seemed ready to go. What was more, they thought their wives would be just as willing.
Joe had met three of the wives at one time or another. He eliminated from first consideration the least pretty of the three and stalled the husband of that one, along with the husband of the wife he had not met. To the other two men, he suggested that they discuss the matter seriously with their wives.
These two wives went for the deal.
A Saturday night was picked.
And, conveniently, one of the couples owned a cabin up in the woods which seemed to be a perfect place for the get-together.
Paula particularly was looking forward to the party because her affair with Lyle had become something of a drag. He was knocking himself out to please her physically, but she couldn't keep him from blubbering about how much he loved her and how he wanted her forever and ever. To make matters worse, she had gotten a nasty phone call from Jill who had hinted even at murder if Paula didn't drop Lyle immediately.
The mountain cabin where the party was to be held had two beds and a large soft bearskin rug on the floor which could serve as a third. The hosts were charged with the responsibility to make everything ready on the premises; the Wellses agreed to bring the liquor, the third couple would furnish the food.
When the day of the party arrived-, everyone was excited. To Joe and Paula, this promised to be the most stimulating sex adventure yet.
The cabin was owned by Harry and Teresa Dillon. He was about Joe's age, good-looking and personable-if a little boisterous. She was slim and dark, in her late twenties, and alluring. She had especially beautiful legs, as Joe recalled.
The other couple were the Richardsons. His name was Carl and he was blond and husky. His age was about twenty-six. His wife was a flaming redhead named Elaine, who was a couple of years younger and, as Carl had once bragged, was an ex-beauty contest winner. She had been Miss Podunk or something several years ago. Joe remembered her from the company picnic where she had appeared in snug white shorts and a clinging top which had given ample evidence of why she had won the beauty crown and also had demonstrated that she had taken good care of her figure in the intervening time. Joe was definitely looking forward to her.
That evening when the Wellses arrived at the cabin, Harry and Teresa greeted them warmly. He was in sport shirt and slacks, to match Joe's attire, while his wife wore a slinky lounging outfit of red. Her black hair hung down and the effect was topped off by pendulous ball earrings. Paula wore a paisley print shift that rode the high points of her figure to perfection.
Joe broke open the liquor immediately and, even before the Richardsons arrived, the party was swinging. Harry knew some fine dirty jokes. Joe supplied a few of his choicest gems. Teresa and Paula obviously enjoyed them as much as the men did.
It was obvious from the beginning that there was more to the gathering than just sociability. This could be seen in the eyes of everyone. Harry and Paula exchanged glances which measured each other for bed. Joe imagined away Teresa's red lounging pajamas each time he glanced at her, and she was seeing him with his clothes off and his manhood at the ready.
When the Richardsons arrived, more excitement was tossed into the pot.
Elaine was as sexy as Joe remembered her, with tits like grapefruits and a backside that a man itched to get his hands onto. She wore a rib-knit pullover shift of turquoise. Her red hair gleamed with highlights.
Her husband was tanned and grinning and very-muscular. In a knit shirt and slacks, he looked as if he had just stepped off a golf course.
So this was the foursome. The new arrivals immediately began to look over the others and vice versa as the conversation dealt with innocuous topics and the booze flowed briskly. After awhile Carl Richardson chimed out:
"Do we eat first or afterward?"
Everyone laughed because they knew immediately what the first and afterward referred to.
Harry said, "Why don't we make it between?"
There was more laughter.
The idea which he had expressed seemed to meet with the approval of all. So now there arose the question of how they were going to work the swapping.
Music played in the background, but nobody wanted to dance. Three things were on the agenda. Two of these were drinking and eating, but the third was uppermost in everyone's mind right now.
Harry said, "Well, what do we do-draw straws?"
Paula spoke up: "Maybe it would be a good idea to have a little demonstration first. Something to get everyone in the mood?"
Carl grinned at her over his glass. "What did you have in mind?"
Paula looked at black-haired, slim Teresa. So brazenly that she shocked even Joe, his wife said, "How about you and me, Terry? Are you game?"
"You mean., you and I make the scene together?"
Paula nodded, eyes sparkling wickedly.
"In front of everyone?"
"Mm. After that, nobody will hold back. It will be a non-stop orgy. What do you say?"
"Well...." She looked around, her gaze focusing finally on her husband.
"I don't give a shit," he said, pouring himself another drink. "Tonight anything goes, baby. If you and Paula want to horse around together, I'll be glad to watch it. Matter of fact, we all might learn something ... huh, boys?"
"Go ahead," Joe heard himself saying.
Teresa shrugged. "Okay, Paul." (She emphasized the masculine form of the name.) "Where do we do it?"
"Pick your bed," Harry told them.
The two beds were set up at opposite sides of the rather crowded room. In front of the fireplace, a large fluffy bearskin was spread out on the floor.
"How about down there?" Paula suggested.
"Okay," said Teresa. "You'll have to help me as we go along."
"Don't be silly, baby," her husband piped up. "Paula's going to help herself. Right, hon?"
He slipped his arm around Paula's waist and let his hand drop to cup and fondle her ungirdled rear. Joe watched with only a faint twinge of resentment. Even this he told himself he would have to get over, because before the night was through he was going to see these other men (as well as Teresa) doing far more with Paula than just feeling her ass.
Once, just briefly, the question flashed in Joe's mind as to whether this was really what he wanted. It was not answered. Instead, he pushed it out and poured himself some more booze. Rapidly most everyone was approaching the point where they would be stoned, and whether that would make the festivities more or less exciting was debatable. But nobody seemed willing to face what was going to happen unfortified.
As Teresa approached the bearskin, she said, "I feel like a bride."
"Wait until I get you down there," Paula promised and laughed.
They began to strip.
It was amazing, really. Three men and another woman were standing around, glasses in hand, the men leering, while the wives of two of them stripped to the buff and prepared to make love to each other within the view of all. Elaine Richardson gazed in fascination.
Paula's dress was gone and she was opening her bra. Her large well-formed breasts surged into the open. Gazing at them, Harry licked his lips. Carl narrowed his eyes and slipped a hand in his pants pocket.
Teresa's tits were not as showy but were cute-small and out-thrust, with spike-like nipples.
Neither of the women hesitated when it came to baring their loins. Teresa glanced once at her husband and grinned, as if to say What the hell, then slid her dark panties away. Paula removed her own pants efficiently, without glancing at anyone. There were no raucous comments from the spectators. Everyone was too engrossed. The music seemed to have swelled louder, though no one had touched the volume control of the portable hi-fi.
The one thing that was said was a remark from Carl, when Paula bent, breasts swaying, to open the garters which held up her dusky hose. He said, "Leave your stockings on, won't you?"
She glanced at him, said "Sure," and got down on the rug.
As he looked at her, Joe thought, "This is my wife," and the mental observation seemed like some sort of curiosity, as if it had no application to what was taking place except as a footnote.
Excitement exploded to fill the small cabin and expand the walls and to mingle with the booze, creating a euphoric unreality that wrapped itself about the six games-playing adults and isolated them for the evening-from the entire remainder of the world.
Teresa lay on her back on the bearskin, naked, her knees lifted and not quite together, her breasts hardly evident at all when she was lying this way, except for the tall spike-like nipples which projected upward. Her black hair flowed against her shoulders and onto the rug.
Her dark eyes remained trained on Paula as the voluptuous girl in white garters and dark hose knelt beside her, her large breasts cascading forward and down. Paula's black hair created another exotic waterfall. And then her seeking lips touched Teresa's chin ... and her cheek ... and her ear where something was whispered. Teresa giggled and squirmed, her thighs parting farther so that Carl, who was positioned near her feet, could see the .complete delineation of her sex. Carl and his wife stood side-by-side but not touching, each in a separate mental world as they watched the strange demonstration beginning to unfold in front of them.
All three observing males had hard-ons, and if someone were to have examined the panties of Elaine Richardson at that moment, he or she would have found them damp.
Paula's hand massaged Teresa's upthrust brownish-red nipples, and she kissed with greater passion. The other girl squirmed more. Paula's hand moved down to Teresa's loins. Slim feminine fingers raked through wispy feminine hair, traced feminine lips, parted them....
"Jesus...." Harry murmured because his wife quite obviously was responding, and this was something that he hadn't known about her.
Now suddenly the two women were wrapped together, one of Paula's full shapely thighs, half-stockinged, crossing Teresa's slender nude ones, exposing the black-and-brown-and-link playground between Paula's legs as the women kissed, mouth to mouth, and rubbed titties. Nipple bent nipple. Breast rubbed breast.
Teresa gasped and writhed as Paula straddled her and kissed along her middle.
"Yes ... yes," Teresa said. "Ooooh, that's wild!"
And then Paula was pressing her face into Teresa's black pubic hair.
Carl looked at Joe and grinned foolishly. His complexion was florid beneath his tan. Joe gave him a blank look and turned back to the "demonstration" on the floor.
Paula switched about and the women were each face-to-loins with the other. Paula's back was arched and her buttocks twisted. Teresa lifted her slim legs high, bracketing Paula's head. She bicycled them and her muffled crying could be heard.
"God damn!" Harry yelled.
Joe turned away from it and his gaze fell on Elaine who, with lips parted and eyes entranced, turned away from the Lesbian display at the same moment and looked at him.
He moved toward her.
In moments they were stretched out on a bed and he was pulling off her clothes, getting down to the curvaceous soft smooth flesh, as they kissed with pistoning tongues. From far away Joe heard Elaine's husband say, "What the hell are we supposed to do, Harry? Jazz each other?" And Harry replied, "I say we break up those witches on the floor."
"Great idea!" answered Carl.
There were quick footsteps, laughs, gasps and feminine cries of protest, and then there were more footsteps on the creaking floor, followed by creaking sounds from the other bed.
Joe didn't look to see what was happening. His mouth was too engrossed with the excitement of Elaine's and his hands were too happy underneath her dress, one of them feeling her very soft bottom, where panty elastics slanted upward across the fullness of plump buttocks, while the other was at her front, rubbing her mound through the clinging silk of her briefs.
She rubbed his rod through his clothes and her hot breath struck his cheek as their tongues stroked and writhed.
On the other bed, Harry already was atop Paula. His head was bent and he was feasting at her tossing tits while she blindly attempted to open his pants. She finally succeeded and she got his large pecker out. She gently gripped the pulsing head.
Carl, pants and shorts off, lay on his back on the bearskin and Teresa was sprawled atop him. She giggled as she braced herself on hands and knees, her head swinging and her hair dragging against him as she kept moving her moist loins so that he could tickle her every which way but could not achieve penetration. His shaft was thick and long and without covering for its head.
"You witch!" he exclaimed, only half in jest. "Let me get it into you, will ya?"
"No ... no," she laughed. "Mustn't ... mustn't." And she kept writhing and wriggling.
By this time Joe had Elaine's dress and slip working up above her hips and his hand down inside her blue briefs. He was using his finger on her as she caressed his exposed penis. Now he shifted a little so that he could bring the other hand into play at the top of her dress. Eventually he had to use both hands in order to get her dress down and her bra open, and when her round and beautiful tits bobbled into his grasp, he needed both hands to enjoy them while his hungry mouth went from thrusting pink nipple to thrusting pink nipple, clasping and sucking and biting the rubbery erectile flesh with his teeth as the girl squealed and twisted and went at his dong all the more avidly.
Moments, or perhaps minutes, later Joe glanced at the other lovers when he was up on his knees to strip Elaine's disheveled clothes completely away, and he noted with peculiar excitement that Harry was pumping Paula, his bare butt bobbing up and down as Paula's stockinged legs waved in the air. Her bulging pneumatic breasts were agitating against his hairy chest, and the expression on his face was one of sheer rapture as he stroked in and out of her.
On the bearskin, Carl and Teresa had linked, only in this instance the female was on top, pivoting and sliding on his erected pole as he ran his hands all over her and cooed something which Joe couldn't make out because the hi-fi was still going. Teresa's hair was hanging down and swaying, catching and reflecting the light. She looked at Joe as he watched her and she winked, as if to say, "You're next, mister!"
What madness had the six of them unleashed?
But if it was madness, it was a sort which they all seemed to be enjoying. Even Joe, who occasionally could step back mentally and view the scene with some degree of detachment.
Now his detachment disappeared as he tossed off his own clothing and fell atop the gorgeous beauty-queen body of Elaine, her arms uplifted to receive him. Their loins immediately became linked, and he rolled her back and forth on her ass as he twisted one way, then the other, to mouth her nipples some more.
After a time, she rolled on top of him, and he held her ass in his hands as it bobbed and twisted, her slick, snug vagina giving intense pleasure to his passion pylon.
Before he and Elaine had finished, he was aware that Harry and Paula were parting. From the corner of his eye he observed a shape moving from the bed to the table where the liquor was lined up. But Joe didn't turn the inch or so which would have been necessary for him to gain a clear view. He wasn't really that interested and, besides, his attention had all that it could absorb with Elaine panting and crying atop him as her pussy slid up and down on his prick with greater and greater frenzy. He grasped her dangling full tits and squeezed them with momentary cruel force, causing her to cry out and buck violently, climaxing and setting off his geyser-like response.
Carl and Teresa were still going at it lazily when he and Elaine got up.
Everyone remained nude.
Everyone continued to drink.
The evening turned into a blurred haze of alcohol and sex and blatant nudity on all sides. Joe next merged with Teresa while Paula sank to her knees in front of Carl and adorned his resurrected manhood. Harry and Elaine stood and watched her in fascination until they became too excited to remain inactive and they sank to the available bed. Two sets of bed-springs creaked in different tempos as Joe screwed Teresa and Harry screwed Elaine. After Paula finished with Carl, she lay down and let him nestle his head between her hot writhing thighs. He ran his hands up and down the outsides of her upraised legs, on and off her stockings, while she cried and gloried in the exquisite sensations which his lips and teeth and tongue gave her.
And still the evening rolled on.
The haze grew thicker.
Forms became less distinct as they merged and parted and merged again differently. Joe later remembered that at one point he was pumping at Elaine's wiggling bobbing rear while another man-he believed it was Harry-went at her from the front. While this was going on, he glimpsed Paula with her stockinged thighs tented above Teresa while Carl approached her from the back, he also straddling the slim brunette girl.
Joe didn't watch.
And what happened after that he could not remember.
The Wellses had little to say to each other as they drove back to Glenwood Heights the next morning. They both were badly hungover. Paula slept most of the way and Joe would have liked to, except that he had to drive.
In the harsh light of day, his feelings were quite mixed about what had happened the night before. But he assumed he had a good time. Certainly enough things had happened-sensual things which were synonymous with pleasure. When he thought about doing it again, however, his mind rebelled.
Paula's reaction, after they got home and he asked her whether she ever wanted to do it again, was, "Of course! It was exhilarating. It broke down all our inhibitions and freed our spirits. It was wonderful!" But her tone did not quite match her words and the look in her dark-rimmed eyes was haunted.