Jason Cannon - Secretary for swapping

Moss moved along with her, keeping his finger lodged in her steaming pussy. He came to rest with his face pressed against her firm tits. On impulse, he stuck out his tongue and began to lick and tease her erect pink nipples through her blouse.

Jo Ann had to stop him. She knew if she let it go any further, she would let him fuck her. And that couldn't be. Even with her new sexual awakening, she knew she couldn't live with herself if she fucked on just impulse.

Or could she?

"Moss?"

"Yeah?"

"You're married… what if I tell your wife?"

Moss threw back his head and laughed. "She'd probably want to join us!"

That shocked Jo Ann, but the full import of it didn't hit her. "Look," she said, trying another tack, "I'll tell you what. If you wait, I'll meet you after work. We can go to a hotel and fuck."

"You got a deal, baby," he smiled.

Milt Harris steered the car with one baud and rubbed his swollen cock with the other. Beads of sweat flecked his brow in anticipation.

"You're sweating, honey," Trixie said from the seat beside him.

"I know," Milt replied. "Just thinking about getting my cock in little Gloria's pussy is driving me wild!"

"I wouldn't count on it tonight, Milt. From the sound of Gloria's voice on the phone, when I conned this dinner invitation out of her, she and Mike aren't getting along too well."

"You think we ought to cool it and not try anything with them this evening? I mean, maybe just wait until the weekend at the cabin?"

Trixie chuckled and reached over to pat her husband's swollen prick. "Just play it by car with Gloria when I get Mike away from her, okay?"

"Okay, sweetheart. Whatever you say." Gloria met them at the door and Trixie knew right away that there was indeed a problem. The young girl said very little in the way of greeting, and even less in the next hour over cocktails. Milt and Trixie were pleased to see that the younger couple had been drinking heavily before they arrived. Gloria was practically staggering as she made her way to the kitchen to serve dinner.

"Milt, why don't you give Gloria a hand in the kitchen? I want to talk to Mike."

"Sure thing," Milt replied, then rushed off after Gloria.

When he was gone, Trixie turned to her young nephew-in-law. "Mike, what's wrong between you two?"

"Nothing."

"Crap. I know a problem in a marriage when I see one."

The young man lifted his glazed eyes and stared directly into Trixie's. There was something about this beautiful older woman that had attracted Mike ever since he had first met her. Like her niece, Trixie had a sensual quality about her that radiated sex. But, unlike Gloria, Trixie gave a man the impression that she would follow through with the promise her body offered.

He felt that if there was anyone he could tell his problem to, it was Trixie. He also felt very bold from the many drinks he had consumed.

"Can I talk straight with you, Trixie?"

"Hell, yes."

"Well… do you ever suck Milt's cock?"

Trixie threw her head back and roared, "Every damn chance I get!"

The upthrusting swell of her huge tits in the low-cut dress made Mike uneasy. It wasn't right to want to fuck his wife's aunt. But he found it hard not to reach out and squeeze one of her enormous, ripe melons.

He plunged on. "Does Milt eat your pussy?"

"I'd divorce him if he didn't," Trixie answered.

"Do you fuck a lot?"

"Look, Mike," the redhead said, "if all this is leading up to something, why don't you just spill it?"

"The truth is," Mike said, pausing to take a long pull from his glass, "Gloria doesn't dig sex like I do, and she been thinking about having an affair. And, if I do… well, I don't want you, or her mother, to think that it's all my fault if you find out about it."

"Blame you, Mike? Hell, I'll help you do it!" Trixie laughed. God, she thought to herself, the whole thing is working out just too perfect!

"Help me? How the hell can you help me?" Throwing all caution to the winds, Trixie decided to strike while she had the dunce.

"Ill show you. C'mon!" She grabbed his arm and pulled him through the house, away from the living room and kitchen, toward one of the bedrooms.

"… where are we going?" Mike sputtered, stumbling blindly behind her, his gaze intent on her jiggling ass-cheeks in the taut dress.

"You'll see!"

Trixie pulled him into the bedroom and immediately started to strip. Mike sat on the edge of the bed, watching in awe as more and more of Trixie's beautiful flesh came into view. Soon she stood directly in front of him, completely naked except for a slip that didn't hide the fact that she was every inch a real redhead.

"Now, just wait a m-minute," Mike stammered.

Trixie pushed the slip down past her hips, stepped out of it, and tossed it on a chair. "A minute?" she said, smiling as she walked up to him. "Why, Mike, I've been waiting for months… I've been waiting ever since you married Gloria." She unbuckled his belt, then stood back. "H… take off those clothes."

"But what about Gloria? She…"

"Don't worry about her. Let Milt do that. Your wife's in good hands, believe me. At least she will be pretty soon, if you know what I mean?"

It was all going too fast for Mike and he really didn't know what she meant. And, even if he had, even if he did understand that at that very moment Milt was in the kitchen trying to put the make on his wife, he probably wouldn't have done anything about it. The only thing that was truly occupying his thoughts was Trixie's cuntlips gleaming pinkly in the center of her pubic fur.

"Jeez… you, you mean you, Trixie? I mean, me and you?"

"I don't see anybody else in the room."

"But you're Gloria's aunt. I… I don't know if I can…"

"You'll surprise yourself," she said. "Wait and see." She reached out, unzipped his fly, and slipped her hand into his pants. "Why, it's hard already," she said, pulling his prick out. "Just look at that!" She laughed. "You big tease… you're just dying to fuck me, and you know it!"

That did it. Mike could take no more. He tore at his clothes until he, too, was stark naked.

"How do you want it, honey?" Trixie said, pushing him back onto the bed.

Mike chuckled, at last getting into the spirit of it. "Jesus, I've had it only one way for so long, I've forgotten the other ways!"

"Then how about up my ass? I like it like that sometimes," Trixie suggested, eyeing the size of his prick. It wasn't as big as Milt's telephone pole of a cock and she gauged that it would feel nice and firm in her asshole without too much pain. Besides, from the sound of it, Mike needed a little variety in his fucking, and if she gave it to him, he would be hooked on swinging!

"Jeez, yeah," Mike gasped. "But it'll have to be fast, I'm afraid. We have to get back before Gloria gets any ideas!"

"I told you to forget Gloria," Trixie cooed. "Milt will take very good care of her. In fact, he probably already is!"

"Not a chance," Mike said. "You just don't know Gloria."

"And you just don't know Milt. Ohhh, what a lovely, lovely cock you have, Mike. I've just got to suck it a little first. Do you mind?"

"There isn't time to fuck and suck," Mike said impatiently. "We've got to hurry!"

"There's always time for a lady to suck a cock like this one. Ohhh, what a gorgeous piece of meat!"

Trixie didn't bother with preliminaries. She took the head and three inches of his cock into her mouth at one gulp.

And when she began to suck him, it was like no sucking he had ever had. After a few up-and-down bobs of her head, she paused for a moment, then began to move her mouth in a circular motion, faster and faster, so that his cock pressed hard, first against her tongue, then her left cheek, then the roof of her mouth, then her right cheek, then her tongue again.