Raymond Thomas - The Young Swappers

“You really are horny Sir.” "You're damned right I am. Horny for you, baby. I’m really sorry I didn’t meet you when we were both single. I wish I was married to you right now.”

“Don’t say that, Joel. That’s a terrible dig to poor Sheila. She’s a beautiful girl, even if she might have a few hang-ups about sex.”

“She’s getting me real irked with her hang-ups. I’m getting sick of it, honey.”

Joel reached out and began to unbutton her pants suit. He undid the buttons then tugged at her arm, pulling her over toward the bed.

As she sprawled out on the bed, he began to remove her garments.

When he got his first look at her under wear clad body, his first such opportunity since the past weekend, he thought he would have to orgasm immediately. In order to restrain himself, he had to turn his head away.

When he resumed his finger movements, he reached out and undid her bra.

His fingers moved resolutely at the straps that held her bra together. He pulled off the bra, watching as it dropped down toward the floor.

When her ivory breasts dropped forward, falling and giving him an opportunity to gaze upon them, he knew he had to toy with her breasts immediately.

But first he would finish the act of undressing her by removing her panties. He sank his fingers underneath the white lace, touching her firm, warm, highly inviting skin.

He found himself pinching out at her flesh, enjoying, the reaction he received when her whole body started to quiver.

His fingers went back to the elastic around her panties. He pulled down on them swiftly. Sometimes he liked a longer, more ceremonial undressing act, but this wasn’t one of those occasions. When he was that starved for sex, be was short on formalities and long on immediate action.

He removed her panties, then moved his body upward toward her breasts.

As she lay on her back, wondering what his next course of action would be, Joel brought his cock downward toward the shadowy valley which separated her ripe, pendulous breasts.

Joel liked exercising his cock briskly over her firm flesh, and as he thrust his body forward slowly, he felt the sensations gathering within him. It was like the precipitation of an earthquake. A few hot strokes into the act he could feel the burning itchiness in both his cock and balls. He was convinced that it wouldn’t be long before he would have to erupt, to explode his juices.

Following a few firm, brisk strokes between her breasts, he lifted his cock and brought it into immediate contact with her left tit.

He circulated his cock up and down, letting the throbbing pace develop with a great eagerness as he kept up the dynamic rhythm.

While his cock continued to briskly clash with her hot breast, he reached out with both hands and fondled her left breast and nipple.

After he kept up his steady grinding movements a little while, he removed his cock from her left breast and worked it over toward her right.

‘The searing impact continued as he kept up his thorough pace, driving his cock up and down steadily over her breasts. Every time that they made decisive contact he felt that much closer to climax.

Joel timed his movements very carefully, and, when it appeared that he was on the verge of unloading his juices, Joel quickly released his cock from her breast.

“What a workout,” she giggled.

“I thought you’d like that kind of friction.”

“Should we get into the shower now?”

“I can’t think of a better time to do it,” Joel nodded.

He watched as Faye slowly lifted her beautiful nude form upward from the bed.

He could see the soft sensuality in her calves and thighs as she eased herself to her feet.

Joel looked up at her breasts, which invitingly danced before his eyes. He knew he needed additional contact with them, and once they jumped into the shower together, be recognized that would be one of his chief incentives.

He watched the way that Faye’s hot white globes of ass flesh wiggled seductively as she walked.

Joel couldn’t help but think that Faye possessed as perfectly constructed an ass as he had ever seen. It certainly was as firm and as well rounded as any he had seen, including his wife’s.

Just as Faye was opening the door to the bathroom, Joel reached out behind her and cupped his fingers around her buttocks.

He squeezed good and hard, admiring the firmness of her lovely skin. He let his fingers press firmly against her ass cheeks until he saw lines of redness beginning to form.

Joel decided that it was time to remove his fingers from her ass cheeks and turn his attentions elsewhere.

He walked into the bathroom, leaning over and turning on the shower faucets.

Before he knew it, the water was coming out with just the proper degree of warmth that he desired.

“Just wait until I get you inside here,” he looked at his lover and winked, eyeing her body with lewd desire.

Faye stood with her hands on her hips. Just to give him an indication of what was to come, she thrust her body forward ever so slightly, giving him a good look at her pussy.

He admired the soft way that her pussy hairs sparkled against the penetration of the afternoon sun that filtered in through a tiny window just above the shower spray.

He eyed her snatch for a few moments, observing her pink vaginal femininity beneath the curled white pubic hair.

Joel felt a great sense of exhilaration from the combination of the warm shower spray pelting against his body and the presence of beautiful Faye.

He watched the water splash unrestrainedly against her breasts and nipples, making her look that much more inviting to him.

There was something cleansing about the water’s consistent contact with her inviting form that drove him to new depths of desire.

He reached out with both hands, eagerly cupping his fingers around her breasts.

He squeezed bard, wanting to derive every bit of sensation he possibly could.

His fingers squeezed with such impact that soon she voiced a protest.

“Turn loose, you’re hurting my tits,” Faye said.

“I wouldn’t want to do that,” he briskly replied, removing his fingers quickly.

“I want to make love to you, not hurt you.”

“You just got carried away, that’s all,” she shrugged.

An idea struck Joel at that point. He picked up a fresh bar of white soap, letting it come into contact with her left breast.

He loved the idea of letting the soap briskly stab against her breast, and the longer that the contact continued, the more rapidly Faye’s whole body shook in appreciation for what he was doing.

The soap stabs continued, and he watched closely as the water splashed with devastating eagerness against her breasts. He liked the sight of the white soap being washed away by the warmth of the water, and as he finished with the soap contact on her left breast, he reached out one last time and squeezed her nipple.

After that he let the soap collide with her right breast, moving it up and down, creating just the kind of sharp friction that he desired.

Just as he was finishing with her right breast, a new idea flashed in Joel’s mind. It all seemed so appetizing that he licked his lips several times and smiled.

“What’s up?” Faye asked, anticipating that something new was coming.

“I want inside your beautiful ass with the soap,” he chuckled.

Faye turned around obediently, spreading her legs ever so slightly, arching her body in such a way that be had the best possible angle toward her inviting anus.

He looked at her curvaceous buttocks, reaching out with his fingers and maneuvering them over her crevices of flesh.

She appeared only too willing to cooperate with his every request, and as he watched the water continue to splash against her beautifully rounded ass cheeks, he picked up the soap and glided it toward her inviting pink asshole.