John Morison: Young Swingers

“You know, Anita, we have some rather interesting features in this house you might enjoy seeing. Brett, darling, why don't you show Anita around?” Victoria gave her husband the opportunity he needed to get Anita alone and Brett moved on it quickly.

“I'd be delighted. Let's grab a fresh drink and then I'll show you the best features of the house!”

Victoria thought her husband was overdoing it slightly but she saw that Anita was completely taken with him. Victoria laughed to herself while getting another drink from Gerald and she guessed the drinks had worked on Anita while taking her out of the den toward one of the adjoining bedrooms.

Victoria took a large gulp of her fresh drink, and she went to join the others. Her next move was to get her father-in-law away from Margaret and Andrew and she wasn't aware of the situation that was making it easy for her.

Margaret was glad when she saw her son leave the room with young Anita Hewitt as she felt more like she would be able to move around now. She wanted to try and get Andrew away somewhere to talk and when Victoria joined them she saw her opportunity. Standing up, Margaret looked over to the bar and back to Andrew.

“Andrew, would you be an angel and get me a fresh drink?” Margaret asked in her most innocent voice. Andrew and Brett, Senior had stopped talking when Victoria came up to them and she knew that he couldn't refuse her request.

“Yes, of course,” Andrew said and he excused himself to his employer and Victoria. As he moved toward the bar, Margaret walked over with him.

“Gerald makes wonderful drinks, don't you think so?” Margaret inquired. Andrew was looking back to the table where Brett and Victoria were talking and he turned to face Gerald.

“Yes he certainly does. Indeed,” Andrew answered, realizing that he was stuck and he reluctantly sat down on the stool next to the barstool which Margaret had taken. He didn't want to look directly in Margaret's eyes and he watched Gerald go from behind the bar and leave the room.

Andrew sat quietly for several minutes, waiting for Margaret to speak, but since he just sipped on his drink, she took the initiative herself. “Your wife is really quite beautiful. I feel very flattered that you found me so attractive the other evening.”

Andrew turned and he immediately turned to see if his employer could have overheard what Margaret had said. Andrew was relieved to see that the senior Stover and his son's wife had left the room. “You're very beautiful too, Margaret,” Andrew said quietly. He was still afraid that they might be overheard.

“I want you to know that I am not angry at you, Andrew. Grateful might be the best word to describe my feelings,” Margaret was sincere and she truly wanted Andrew to know it. She understood why he was nervous and she wanted him to be assured that her husband would not find out anything from her ever.

“I'm glad to hear that,” Andrew said. He was trying to figure out an excuse to leave the room.

“There is one thing I've been wondering that I thought you could answer for me. How did you come to be in my bedroom at that time?” Margaret hoped that he would tell her his answer, but his expression changed.

“I'm afraid it's a rather complicated story,” Andrew lied and he stood up from the barstool. “I'm sorry but I've just remembered that I left some papers in my car which I wanted to leave here for your son.” Without waiting for Margaret to say a word, he turned quickly and hurried from the room.

Staring at the martini in the glass she held, Margaret felt saddened by Andrew's obvious fear of her. She had somehow hoped in the back of her mind that he would suggest that they get together and fuck again and she realized that it was impossible as Andrew had become too dependent upon Margaret's husband. But, she couldn't help thinking that Andrew Hewitt was not really attracted to her in the first place. She finished her drink quickly and when she set the glass down and turned she realized that she was alone in the room. She was feeling a dull, aching sensation in her wet, throbbing pussy and she wondered whether it was due to the drink or being with Andrew Hewitt that had brought the feeling upon her. She supposed that it had been from thinking about the fucking experience in her Roman bath the other night and she felt angered by the fact that she could do nothing about it. She wanted to go home and she got up from the bar, wobbling slightly as she stood up. She decided to find her son and have him ask Gerald or even Nora McCarthy to drive her home. As usual, she could say she had a sudden headache.

Margaret walked out of the room and down the hallway toward the staircase. She would have gone up the stairs if she hadn't thought she heard her son's voice coming from a room to the right. The door was closed and she rapped lightly on it, expecting to receive a response. When nothing happened, she opened the door to check the room and her mind was suddenly thrown back to the day at The Oaken Bucket.

Inside the room on a bed, Brett, her son, was in the midst of furiously fucking Anita Hewitt and Margaret stared at their obscenely screwing bodies as if in a state of shock. They didn't even notice her standing in the doorway as they were both nearing their orgasm. Brett's mouth was locked tightly on Anita's mouth, but she was moaning her ecstasy from deep in her throat. Her long, shapely legs were kicking out on either side of him and up into the air each time Brett's prick slammed into the depths of Anita's cunt and it looked as though there was a lever in her pussy that fired her body into spasms when touched by the head of his hardened fuckstick. Anita's arms were wrapped tightly around his back and her fingernails dug deep red welts in his flesh. A white, glistening liquid covered Brett's gigantic pecker as he fucked in and out of Andrew Hewitt's wife's writhing twat and Margaret could clearly see the ragged hair-lined cunny lips at the opening fold in and out as he fucked his large pecker into her. Brett's sperm-filled balls kept slapping against her exposed shithole as he pushed hard into the depths of her womb and Anita had her legs thrown out so wide that it looked like she would rip in two. Her eyes were tightly shut and line appeared around them as she suddenly screamed with her mouth still locked tightly on Brett's lips. Her whole body began lurching violently under his driving whang, and when he rammed hard forward, Margaret could see his groin jerk with equal intensity to hers as they both started shooting their cums together. White-hot, sticky semen gushed out around the base of his thick dong pouring over his bushy cock hair to mat it down tightly against his pelvis. Their mutually intense ecstasy was like the collision of two high-speed race cars hitting head on, and it was so sensuous, Margaret felt her own cunt ignite like an inferno! She too wanted to cum!

Margaret gasped for air as she closed the door on the sight of her own son's fucking her recent lover's wife. She was shaking uncontrollably and she staggered down the hallway toward the den. She had just about succeeded in getting the thoughts of the cocktail lounge and her son and the redhead out of her mind, and now she had another image inscribed indelibly on her mind and memory. She wanted to shout her frustration and anger out loud, but her voice had left her. She ran up to the bar and grabbing the nearest bottle poured out the liquor spilling half the contents on the bar as she tried to stop her hand from its shaking. Margaret Stover drank the burning liquid as fast as she could get the contents of the glass into her mouth and feeling the flaming fluid in her throat, coughed and choked while still draining the glass.

Margaret Stover suddenly felt as though she were losing her mind! Her cunt was gasping and begging to be filled with a huge prick and there was no one around to fuck her. Her husband and Andrew had disappeared and Brett was fucking Anita in the room down the hall. She placed her fist in her mouth and bit down on it. She had to look around for a cock! She had to get fucked, and soon!