Chapter 5
The Springs was a small desert town principally composed of motels, restaurants and curio shops. Its assets were clear dry air and lots of sunshine. Every motel had a pool and air-conditioned rooms. In the evening, the restaurants featured high-priced entertainment.
But the entertainment which appealed to the Wellses and the Carpenters and which had brought them to The Springs was free, and this was another advantage of a mate swap. The floor shows (complete with strip acts) were in the rooms, so there was no cover or minimum to pay.
They had arrived around noon on Saturday and they spent some time at the motel pool in the afternoon. Later Paula and Jill made a tour of the shops while Joe and Lyle watched the last half of a football game on TV.
Everyone seemed' in a good frame of mind, except that Lyle occasionally had looked uncomfortable. Several times when the four of them were together, he had glanced from Jill to Joe as if trying to detect some conspiratorial link between them.
But there was no evidence of this, any more than there was evidence of an attraction between Paula and Lyle. The two couples might have been casual friends on a perfectly innocent outing-suburban squares who would sleep with their own spouses that night, perhaps to copulate or perhaps not.
When Paula and Jill were alone momentarily on their shopping jaunt, Paula asked, "How's Lyle really taking this? He seems a little edgy."
"He'll be all right," Jill smiled. "If I'm any Judge, he's looking forward to getting into you."
"But how does he feel about you sleeping with Joe?"
They were isolated right now from clerks and crowd, which enabled them to speak frankly without being overheard.
"That bothers him, of course. He's old Mr. Double Standard in person."
"Joe's picked up on the idea so well, he's got me a little worried."
"Wouldn't it be a joke if we both lost our husbands in this game?" Jill said.
"Yes. Ha-ha."
"Well, I'm not worried. We'll be in charge. And so long as we both know what we're doing, everything will be all right."
"I hope so. I'm the one who asked for this, and now I've got the jitters."
"Relax" Jill touched her arm. "You know your man and I know mine. If either of us had a serious doubt, we wouldn't have agreed to the swap."
Back at the motel, Lyle and Joe weren't talking much as they dragged at cold cans of beer and watched the ball game.
Lyle thought, I wonder how he feels about this underneath? Is he hot to get into Jill or is he just going along to show Paula he's as sophisticated as she is?
Joe thought, the guy's uneasy. He went along with it because he wants to hump Paula, but he can hardly bear to think of me with his wife. Maybe I should feel the same way, but I don't. Funny. I guess it's because Paula's always seemed to take a man's view of sex, recognizing it for what it is and keeping it in its place. A woman who thinks like that won't let herself get carried away. Anyhow, I satisfy her, in spite of what she said about marriage being a rut. she was right about that, too. It is. Maybe this swapping business is the perfect way to pep it up.
After the girls returned to the motel, Paula and Joe went to his room while Jill joined Lyle. They bathed and dressed for the evening, everyone a little nervous ... and exhilarated, strangely, perhaps, there was very little talk about what was going to happen. When the subject came up obliquely, even Lyle indicated complete acceptance of it. The time for taking Paula was close at hand and he couldn't pass it up, regardless of how he felt about his wife being with Joe.
The foursome got. together at seven o'clock and drove in Joe's car to a quiet little restuarant, deliberately shunning the places with entertainment. The conversation was light and dealt with every subject imaginable, except the one which was uppermost in everyone's mind. Joe told a couple of off-color stories and Lyle contributed one which was somewhat less ribald. He kept gazing across the table at Paula, whose exposed breast-tops gleamed alluringly in the light of the flickering candles.
Candlelight and titty, he thought. It was an erotic combination.
As they left the restaurant, Joe suggested, "Why don't we pair off now? Lyle, you and Paula sit in back, and Jill can come up front with me. That way there'll be no embarrassment or awkwardness at the motel."
"Great!" Jill chirped and she slid in beside him.
Lyle said nothing. When he and Paula were seated, she reached across and covered his hand with hers. He glanced at her and they exchanged warm smiles.
In Joe's room, he said as soon as he had closed the door, "Would you like a drink to break the ice?"
Jill's blue eyes sparkled as she smiled at him. "There's no ice here, mister."
He walked up to her and took her in his arms.
The sensation of embracing a woman other than Paula for the first time in over four years was at once peculiar and highly stimulating. Jill was smaller and not as full-bodied. The hard little knobs on her chest poked into him with little spreading, she was thinner and straighter at the middle. Her perfume was different, more piquant.
And her kiss-the lips were thinner and so their pressure seemed more intense, she opened her mouth less wide and, instead of sliding her tongue into his mouth and leaving it there, as Paula usually did, f he flickered it in and out.
The firm flatness of her belly rubbed against him. His passion stirred a little but it did not prick up.
He released her and sighed. He chuckled. "That's what I call a fine start. I think I will have a drink, though, if you don't mind." she laughed softly with him. "What's the matter? Are you nervous?"
"A little. I don't have to tell you this is new to me."
"It's new to me, too," she said, walking with him to the bureau where a bottle of bourbon and glasses stood on a tray. "And I'll join you in that drink, on second thought. Not that I need it, but it's a good social lubricant, as they say."
He poured.
Joe wondered how Paula and Lyle were making out, but he didn't voice the thought.
"To us," he said as he and Jill clicked glasses. They sipped.
He sat in a chair and Jill chose one across from him. The bed was beside them, dominating the room and the thoughts of them both.
He-wondered for the first time if the situation wasn't really puerile rather than sophisticated. And yet he wanted very much to take this cute little strawberry blonde with the slim vital body. Bo he wasn't going to back out. He just had to build up to the main event slowly.
Jill wore a two-piece beige outfit of nylon lace with a taffeta lining. The top was sleeveless and buttoned down the back. The skirt was snug and ended well above her knees. She was putting on a delectable leg show right now as she sat with knees crossed, smiling, holding her drink.
Joe was in a plain dark suit, white shirt and tie.
"Hey, did you hear about little Johnny?" he said. "He asked his daddy one day if people went to heaven with their feet in the air. His daddy said no, why did he ask, and Johnny told him, 'When I came home from school yesterday, Mommy was lying in the middle of the floor and she had her legs up. She was yelling, 'Jesus Christ, I'm coming!' and if Uncle George hadn't been right on top of her, holding her down, I think she would'a went.'"
They both laughed.
Jill said, "Have you heard this one? Somebody told an old man that wholewheat bread would make him potent, so he went to a bakery and ordered a dozen loaves. The baker said, 'A dozen loaves? They'll get hard on you before you eat them.' And the old man said, 'In that case, give me two dozen.' "
Joe laughed with her. The atmosphere had become a little more relaxed.
They finished their drinks and he poured another round.
"I suppose a man in my position ought to be acting differently," he said. "I probably should have rushed you as soon as we walked in here and we should have finished the first go by now."
"I'm glad you didn't," she replied.
"Oh?"
"Quickies don't appeal to me."
"I'm glad to hear that."
"You want me to go into the bathroom and get undressed?"
"No. I think I'd rather take your clothes off myself. Do you mind?"
"Not at all," she smiled. "I like it that way, too. You know, Joe, I think you and I have lots of things in common."
"I know of one thing we have in common," he said softly as he gazed at her, "and that's the night. I intend to make the most of it."
"Please do."
They finished their drinks at the same time and set their glasses down. They both stood up, then came together in the center of the room.
This time his kiss was more dominant and he held her very tightly. When her tongue flickered next to his, he thrust his tongue against it and drove deeply into her mouth. She sucked on it, rubbing his tongue with her own. His right hand found her buttocks and stroked them, enjoying their taut jiggle. She was smaller back there than Paula, but nicely formed. She, like Paula, didn't believe in girdles-at least, not on an occasion like this.
His passion began to rise as the kiss continued and as he stroked her.
He decided to undress her right away. They had wasted enough time.
She let him do it all, and she didn't pull at his clothes while he stripped her. He enjoyed the sensation of his hands moving over a strange body, opening snaps and buttons, working zippers. Her bra and briefs were white and lacy, but opaque. He dropped to his knees on the rug and carefully unclipped her garters, kissing her sleek thighs as he brushed her stockings down. , ;
"Mmm, that's nice," she murmured and wriggled pleasurably, but she didn't seek to rush him.
Her scent was marvelously stimulating. He nuzzled-her firm belly through her clinging pants and she purred. He hooked her panty elastic with his teeth and lowered it so that he could kiss her below the garter belt.
"Joe, that's so good," she said. "Take all the time in the world."
He intended to. It wasn't every day that a married man had the opportunity to sample strange pussy with his wife's blessing.
After he had finally removed Jill's stockings and had caressed every inch of her smooth legs in the process, he stood and carefully removed her garter belt. Then he turned her to face away from him.
He opened her bra.
Moving his hands forward at her sides, he ran his fingers under the slack bra cups and wrapped them around her erect little mounds. The taut, warm, satiny skin wanted to cling to him.
"What perfect titties," he murmured at her ear as he fingered her nipples to rigid erection.
"I was afraid you'd be disappointed," she said, brushing her silk-clad buttocks against his hardness and straightening her shoulders at the same time, to force her breasts more firmly into his grasp. "Paula has such big ones."
Jill realized, as soon as she had said it, that she had violated an unspoken rule of the game. It was all right for each person to make mental comparisons.
That couldn't very well be avoided. But it was in exceedingly poor taste to give voice to them.
Joe didn't pick up the fauxpas, however. He merely continued to gently squeeze and manipulate her pert boobies, stroking the nipples and tugging them forward.
Now he turned her so that he could see them fronton and he bowed his head to take one of the thrusting, delicately-colored tips into his mouth. He twirled it with his tongue and sucked on it.
For the first time her hand moved to him, dropping to caress the burning head of his cock which pressed outward against his clothes. But she didn't attempt to free it.
He dropped to his knees once more and palmed the firm arcs of her bottom, her nylon pants sliding between his hands and her buttocks. He brought his hands to the top of the panties, hooked the slender elastic and slowly drew it away from her middle.
"Honey...." she murmured as he peeled the panties down from her loins, baring her beautiful blonde nest.
He pressed his face into it for a quick kiss and she drew an excited breath, but he didn't apply his tongue to her crease. He ruffled her furry mound with one hand as he drew her panties along her thighs with the other. He bent and worked the elasticized garment off her toes.
Jill was nude before him.
He got to his feet and said huskily, "Lie down while I undress."
She turned to lay the bed spread back and he admired the cute little behind he'd been fondling, she was trim as could be all the way around. Her vital little body was capable of lots of action in bed, he believed. He. anxiously looked forward to finding out if its promise would be fulfilled.
Joe took his clothes off in full view, and thrills heightened through every inch of her as the process neared completion. He wasn't as tall as Lyle and he was a little stockier, but everything about him was manly. And he had shown a wonderful awareness of her needs during the lengthy undressing process she had just gone through. His fingers and lips had started a thousand little fires all over her, and now the conflagrations were merging into one gigantic blaze.
When Joe slid his shorts away and let his passion-gorged rod swing in naked freedom, the consolidation of her excitement became complete and she parted her legs with knees lifted, letting him see all her blondeness and her light-brown crease.
"Come on," she urged passionately as she gazed at Joe's upstanding stinger.
Overall, Joe's erection seemed thicker than Lyle's and not quite as long, but comparisons might not be valid because it had been some little time since Jill had seen her husband's cock on display. Joe's rigidity was fully as great as Lyle's ever was.
Joe went to the bed and pressed Jill's lovely legs wide apart. This exposed the moist rosy vagina. He crouched between her legs and, when she realized what he was going to do first, her flesh fire burned brighter.
Lyle had never kissed her cunt, and she had been afraid to mouth his pecker, since he took a rather prudish attitude toward anything off-beat. So she had stifled her passionate oral urge. She knew she wouldn't have to stifle it with Joe.
He wrapped his arms around her smooth upper legs and spread them as wide as they could possibly go and then he bent and applied his lips firmly and hungrily to her most secret place, letting his tongue part her velvety softness and slip inside to delve and caress.
His head spun lightly over the subtle strangeness of this woman's taste. He twirled her tense little clit, then took it between his lips and nibbled. She cried and pressed herself against him.
It was so great! Oh, God, it was going to kill her, the thrill was so intense!
She rotated to his kiss, rubbing her moist outer lips against his face as her quivering interior gloried in his tongue thrusts and stroking. Now he concentrated on her clit exclusively, stimulating the tiny bundle of nerve ends without letup and with increasing fervor until she came.
Her orgasm was very sharp, if somewhat shallow. It caused her to squeal and shake as she pressed hard against him. Then she fell away.
"Oh, God...." she moaned. "That was heavenly! You don't know!" , He came up over her, intending to drive his piston deep into her well and to go to work in, earnest, but she held him off.
"I want to do you now!" she cried. "It's been ages since I had a taste of it."
He was more than happy to stretch out on his back and let her hold and admire his thick rosy organ which pulsed with tremendous excitement. When she bent her head slowly, he anticipated the touch of her lips and tightened. When the touch came and surrounded him with moist velvet, he growled and ran his hands into her hair.
She worked her lips slowly, up and down on him, and then she let him go and applied just her tongue, slithering and gliding up this side and down that, around his sensitive ridge. Finally she clasped him entirely in her mouth again and drew gently.
A harsh, almost vicious sound escaped his lips and he grasped her cheeks and forced her away.
"Let me get on top!" he demanded.
"No," she panted, "I want to get on you."
And she did, but not in the way he had expected, she straddled him facing his feet and, as she let her blonde bush down, he watched his penis part her velvet portals and disappear as her body swallowed him up. The sensation, both visual and tactile, was marvelously exhilarating. He let out a happy cry and gripped her firm rotating buttocks.
She bent far forward so that good contact between his shaft and her little button was achieved and she moved with all the litheness and vitality he had known she possessed, she looked back and watched the plunging of his piston in and out of her slick cylinder. His hands slid along her rhythmically tensing thighs, all over her smooth butt, to her front and down to aid in the stimulation of her clit as his fingertips felt the stroking merger of flesh into flesh which their eyes were observing.
It was magnificent!
Pressure built up within him to a point where he could no longer control it and he bucked upward, deeply into her. He tightened, hung suspended for agonizing , moments, then climaxed in the midst of her orgasmic release. She cried and her channel rippled as her belly bobbed up and down. The orgasm was one of the deepest and fullest she had ever known and it left her shaken and gasping.
She righted herself and snuggled half oh top of him and half on the bed, her leg thrown across his form. He reached for the light switch and plunged the room into darkness.
"My God, I had no idea it would be so wonderful!" she exclaimed. "I had hot pants for you the other night at the party, but I had no way of knowing you were such a terrific lover. If I'd realized, I would have raped you then and there."
He chuckled and petted her satin length.
"I wanted you the other night, also. Do you realize that when you faced me with your legs crossed, you showed me the crotch of your pants?"
"Well, with these damned short dresses, what can a girl do?"
"She can keep her thighs together, or she can wear long-johns, I suppose., But I'm not complaining. I enjoyed the show. Matter of fact, my dilly whacker almost got hard."
"Mmmm ... it's a lovely dilly whacker," she purred and began to fondle it.
"It's a little undernourished now. I'm sorry."
"Do you think you'll be able to go again?" she asked earnestly.
He laughed. "I hope to. But let's get a little sleep first. The one we had was a world-beater. We'll have to go some to top it. I'll need all my strength."
"Joe...?"
"Yeah."
"Do you think I'm a slut for going down on you?"
He patted her. "Don't be silly. I went down on you first, didn't I?"
"Yes. But sometimes men assume that a girl who does it is no good."
"I don't know what men you've been talking to. The average guy likes that better than any other kind of foreplay, and when he's with a woman who will do it he's grateful."
"I didn't do it just to please you," she said. "I ... enjoyed it."
"Fine. I had a feeling you did."
"And that doesn't make you think I'm cheap?"
"Of course not. Say ... doesn't Lyle play oral with you?"
Now they each had violated the unspoken rule.
"I'm sorry," he said quickly. "I shouldn't have asked. But if he doesn't, he's a sap. You can tell him that sometime for me."
"I like you a lot, mister," she purred, nuzzling him.
"And I like you, too."
Joe's last thought as he held Jill in his arms and prepared to drop off to sleep was, Poor Paula-stuck with a prude. And the whole bit was her idea, too.