J. Bradley: The hog wives

"Jesus, Grace!" he said in the same hoarse voice of his first greeting. "I hope to hell you people can use some more members in this swinging club. Phyl and I are liable to screw ourselves to death with envy, if you don't let us join!"

When Grace and Dot took the Palmers into the house and sheepishly related how they had been surprised, their husbands took one look at the Palmers, saw that the local swingers included another couple, then began to laugh.

When the fun subsided, they sat around drinking together and oriented the Palmers on the coming party. Then Dean got George off to one side and, without mentioning Mary Margaret's name, explained that he had left a friend's dog at the vet's clinic, where he had been told that Doc Lambert was at the McDonald farm.

"Which is why I drove over here," Dean said. "Now I'm glad I did! With threshing done, I'll have a little excess energy to spare, and it looks as if I've found a fun group to spend it with."

He described the surgery the dog's owner wanted performed and asked George if he was familiar with it. The vet grinned and nodded as he lifted his drink for a sip.

"I've done a couple of those," he admitted. "But I can't quite imagine anyone around here…"

"Nor was I prepared to find such goat lovers in this community," Dean remarked. "Seems that Gatesville isn't exactly the squarest place around, after all."

"No, indeed!" Cole said as he and Phyllis joined the two men. "In fact, Grace and Dot are in the showers getting revived, and I wonder why we don't have a warm-up party tonight after dinner."

There seemed to be no other urgent engagements as they talked it over, then George suggested they phone the missing couple and make it a complete "get-acquainted" evening. Everyone agreed, and he made the cad. The Gateses were about to eat dimmer, but they agreed to drive over as soon as they were through eating.

Grace and Dot heard the news when they rejoined the others, and there was a concerted rush by the three women as they worked together to get the meal ready. But there was time for a leisurely dinner and cleanup before the other couple arrived.

Harlan and Barbara Gates renewed social acquaintances with the Palmers and McDonalds over brandy, and the Lamberts helped break the ice for everyone. Soon they were conversing and laughing together in complete relaxation. By eight-thirty, a natural pairing seemed to take place as a result of their animated socializing.

Dean and Barbara found themselves upstairs, peering into the open doorways of several rooms. Dean was uneasy, since there had been no formal assignment of rooms, but this was old stuff to Barbara.

"This looks cozy!" she said, leading him into a bedroom and closing the door behind them. She sat on the edge of the bed and smiled sexily up at Dean, noting his confused, boyish expression. "Just to keep things going smoothly, I'll warn you that I have only one taboo: brutality. I've enjoyed every other kind of fun that I tried. Now, how about you, Dino? Anything bug you?"

"We agree on the rough stuff," he told her. "And I haven't found anything else that bugs me. One thing I really enjoy, though, is watching a beautiful female undress." His eyes caressed her with the same softness as his voice, and she smiled her willingness even as she reached up and began to unfasten her dress.

She shrugged out of the top part as she sat, then stood up to let the garment fall to her feet. Dean consumed her loveliness with a steady, frank gaze that roamed over her physique, then he began to examine her fine points.

Her brown hair fed into a softly curled rob at her shoulders, and it outlined the tender vulnerability of her neck. Her yellow bra and panties emphasized the tan of her skin, and Dean saw that it was satin perfection, unmarred by any visible blemish.

She unhooked her bra, and her tits popped out to claim his attention. Their perfection matched the rest of her; firm, rounded globes of ripe fullness, capped with pertly jiggling nipples. As she peeled off her panties, he felt his cock stiffen and throb. The glistening brown curls of her snatch were out-thrust under a mound of swollen cuntlips that parted slightly to show a pink glimmer of her moist pussy within.

"Mrs. Palmer's little boy is having Christmas in the middle of summer!" Dean said, wetting his lips as she let his eyes tell her how sincere he was in his compliment.

"Did Mrs. Palmer teach her boy how to undress, or would you like me to do it for you?" Barbara asked. Dean had no objection.

"She taught me," he said. "But I remember how nice it was to have a woman's soft hands do it for me."

Barbara's fingers fairly flew as she stripped him to the waist, then slowed teasingly as she unfastened his slacks, her hand lingering as it slid over the bulge of his rigid cock. She dropped his parts and shorts together, then knelt to pull them off his feet, taking his shoes too.

Instead of rising, she simply tilted her head up slowly, letting the soft tendrils of her hair caress his thighs and the underside and tip of his out-thrust cock. As her face appeared on a level with his crotch, she pressed her nose into his balls. He could hear the sniff of her inhalation and feel the cool air stir as she breathed in his male scent. She exhaled warmly on his balls, and Dean groaned at the extra throb in his pulsing cock. "Lady, I'll follow you anywhere!" he vowed.

Her hands grabbed the cheeks of his ass and she pulled him to her, pressing her nose and lips into his balls as she filled her nostrils with his warmth. She released him, kissed the head of his cock wetly, then rose to her feet.

"I follow; you lead," she said simply, standing so close to him that her nipples teased the hair on his chest. He swept her into his arms, their lips met, and immediately their tongues began to battle. As a wet, heated session of kissing began, Dean slid his hands down her back to cup her buttocks. His fingers trailed into the warm, feathery crack of her ass.

Barbara shifted her stance, letting the cheeks of her ass part, as if he had only to give the slightest signal for complete access to any part of her body. His fingers slid to the warm, soft center of her tender, wrinkled asshole. He probed gently at the damp blossom of flesh, and she relaxed it for him.

He eased his fingertip inside, relishing the momentary sensation of entering her body, but she wanted him to know that she trusted him, that he could do as he wished with her. She put her arms around his neck and shoulders, then jumped up to latch her legs around his waist.

Her asshole opened to him and his finger slid in further. Her moist cunt was kissing his belly, her brown pubic hairs tickling the top side of his rigid cock. He groaned and eased her down onto the bed, removing his finger from her asshole.

Their kiss ended, and they panted hotly, face to face, each residing in the other's eyes their mutual desire to make this last as long as possible. Dean took a nipple in his lips and began a series of sucks, nibbles and air-blowings that soon had Barbara humming and gasping with pleasure.

He worked her tit over until he stole her love-milk, then he moved to the other tit and swelled its spongy nipple with the same treatment. Barbara's body was twitching now, and her ass had begun an almost imperceptible dance on the sheet.

Dean kissed a trail over the unbelievable softness of her belly, and his mouth was soon in the mounded forest of her snatch. Slowly, Barbara moved her legs, and as her magnificent thighs spread apart, the pink warmth of her gash grew in its nest of brown hair until it had blossomed out and breathed its female fragrance into his nostrils. He inhaled it, groaned at the heady, compelling scent, then licked at the appetizing sex flesh with a greedy tongue.