John Morison: Young Swingers

“I think I will take that snooze, darling,” Brett said, standing up from the chair. Victoria had arranged the kind of welcome-home present that he enjoyed more than anything else and he took her in his arms and kissed her. “You really do care about me, my sweet angel,” he said and he squeezed her shapely asscheeks fondly.

Victoria returned Brett's caresses by pressing her cunt into his asscheeks. “I know how it pleases you to keep employees wives in line, but darling, I'm really being selfish myself. It's what you do to me afterwards that I look forward to,” she said, smiling. Brett would always be particularly imaginative fucking her after he had gotten some perverse pleasure out of using his position to force an employee's wife to fuck him and Victoria knew that her husband would easily believe that was her reason for helping him set Anita Hewitt up.

“I'll wake you in plenty of time for dinner, my precious,” Victoria added and she threw a kiss to Brett as he went upstairs to bed.

Pleased and smiling to herself, Victoria checked the time before going down to the den where they held their parties. Everything was going just as planned and she knew that she wouldn't have to be bothered by her husband. He would be taken care of for the evening by Anita Hewitt and Victoria was quite sure that Anita would cooperate without really knowing that she was being cruelly used. Victoria could recognize her type from a mile away as Anita was very much like herself. The main difference was that Anita would fuck with Brett out of her jealousy of Victoria and not because Brett could arrange to have Andrew fired. “No,” Victoria thought, “Anita is out for whatever she can get too, and she'll play up to Brett in hopes of winning him from me.” Victoria laughed loudly as she realized that if nothing else succeeded that evening she would at least have the great pleasure of getting back at Andrew for having taken part in setting her up for her father-in-law. Andrew would be damned mad to find out his young wife was being fucked half to death by Victoria's husband, Brett, Junior.

Nora McCarthy looked in the hall mirror at herself, and she found the stray red hairs that had been tickling her neck. She was wearing her hair up and she nearly ruined the hairdo by twisting the loose hairs back into a knot. She was angry that Victoria had planned a party on her usual night off but thought she could at least console herself by the fact that it would be small. She knew that since the senior Stover was coming, she would only be expected to stay upstairs and the bartending would, as usual, be handled by Gerald. The thought of seeing the older Brett Stover again, if only for the moment it took to open the door to let him in, excited her pussy, but then she thought in some ways, she might prefer they had a big party. At least she would have something to do and the evening would go faster.

The doorbell interrupted her thoughts and she hurried to the entry hall. She was excited by the possibility of seeing her ex-lover and employer at that moment, but when she opened the door she was even more elated. Andrew and Anita were standing at the door, but Nora's eyes looked past them to Jack O'Hara. He was standing out by the Hewitt's car and she grinned as she realized that Jack was playing chauffeur that evening. She wouldn't have wasted a night after all!

“Please do come in,” she said, stepping back and as Andrew and Anita walked past her, she motioned to Jack to come on up. Leaving the door standing open for Jack, Nora led the Hewitt's to the stairs going down to the den.

“Please go right downstairs, the Stovers are expecting you.” She stayed at the top of the stairs for a moment, then she hurried back to the front door where Jack O'Hara was already waiting.

“So you're working tonight, are you?” Nora said happily grabbing his hand and leading him toward the kitchen.

“I was stood up on my date, so I figured I might as well work,” Jack kidded her. “How long is this blast going to take?”

Nora understood what he meant, and she laughed happily. “Don't worry. Two more guests to arrive and my work's finished. We'll have plenty of time!” She took Jack to her room and kissed him before going back to the foyer to wait for the Senior Stovers. She was anxious for Brett and Margaret Stover to arrive now, but her excitement was no longer in the prospect of seeing the older Stover. She wanted them to arrive so she could return to Jack O'Hara in her room.

Victoria and Brett, Junior greeted the Hewitts like long-lost relatives and they immediately led them to the bar to try one of Gerald's famous drinks. Andrew downed two drinks in five minutes, after Victoria told him that Brett, Senior and Margaret were coming too. Victoria saw how Andrew was looking at her that night he drove her to her father-in-law's and when she called to invite him to tonight's party she had been careful not to let on to the fact that Brett, Senior and Margaret would be there too. Victoria figured that Andrew would come in the hopes of making an arrangement with her but that if he knew that his employer would be attending he might be discouraged and stay away. So she intentionally neglected to mention it. She didn't know that Andrew Hewitt was reluctant to face Margaret Stover and that was his reason for drinking heavily.

Andrew was so shaken that he didn't notice Brett's attentions toward Anita so Victoria's practiced distractions were not really necessary. Victoria was pleased by the way Andrew concentrated on drinking as it gave her the good opportunity to assist her husband although she could see by the way Anita was acting that Brett would need a little help.

When Margaret and Brett, Senior arrived, Andrew was feeling more relaxed from his drinks, and he was startled when Margaret walked directly up to him. He thought she was pointing an accusing finger at him as she held out her hand.

“So very nice to see you again, Andrew,” Margaret said, smiling. She had prepared herself for facing him and she was actually feeling gratitude for the fucking he had given her in the Roman bath.

That night had helped Margaret to gain the courage to face her son again but she was still somewhat reluctant to look at Junior for fear she might show her embarrassment. Since his father would be no help, Margaret had decided that friendliness toward Andrew would make her feel more at ease when she greeted her son. It, at least, made her feel like a different person than what she had been when she saw her son fucking with the redhead. Also, she felt that putting Andrew at ease might give her the opportunity to find out how he had come to be in her bedroom the other evening.

“Good evening, Mrs. Stover,” Andrew nodded but his voice caught in his throat. He was surprised by Margaret's friendly gesture, but after a few moments, he also felt relieved. In fact, he was beginning to think that Margaret hadn't recognized him that evening in her private suite and he talked with her and her husband more easily. The drinks had a pleasant warming effect on everyone.

After the usual conversation and the welcoming speeches to Junior, Victoria thought the time was right to get things started. She noticed that Andrew, Margaret and Senior were talking together so she joined in the conversation between Anita and Brett, Junior.

“I understand that you're thinking of remodeling your new home,” Victoria said to Anita Hewitt. She caught Brett, Junior's eye and saw that he was aware of her timing.

“Yes, we do hope to shortly,” Anita replied. Anita Hewitt was exceedingly voluptuous and the make-up she used to make herself look older was completely unnecessary. She looked naturally more mature for her age, mostly due to her remarkable body and the makeup destroyed the very striking effect of her lovely young face. Even with the excess of makeup, however, she radiated a powerful sexiness.