Jason Cannon - Secretary for swapping

She wriggled free of his arms and ran into the living room, calling for her husband. When she didn't see him, she continued on through the hall until she heard the unmistakable squeals, grunts and groans of two people fucking.

The bedroom door swung wide at her touch and Gloria quickly put her hand to her mouth, choking off the shocked scream that threatened to erupt from her throat.

For a moment it was like looking at a mirage. But then she realized that it was real. She was actually seeing her husband fucking her aunt, and both of them were obviously loving every second of it!

A thousand emotions flashed through her brain, all of it too overwhelming. She felt frozen, completely unable to move from where she stood looking at the violent sexual intercourse between her husband and Trixie.

They were on the bed, and the sweat of sex covered their bodies. Trixie's legs were pressed far back, and her widespread cunt was completely open and visible as she bucked under the driving lunges of the long, hard prick skewering rhythmically into her pussy.

The silkiness of her pubic hair was parted, flared out by the thickness of the ramming cock that plunged again and again into the moist pink opening of her tightly clinging cunt. The bud of her clitoris was erect and throbbing, responding to the contact of his groin as he speared deep into her belly, and his balls slapped noisily against the open crevice that divided the smooth rounded globes of her buttocks.

When he withdrew, the hard fleshy cock, slick with her cuntal juices, would force the ragged flesh of her naked pussy outward, then inward again as his cock disappeared all the way up inside her. Just below the moist lips of her cunt was the tiny puckered hole of her anus that seemed to suck and work at the softly dancing sac of his balls as they slammed flatly against it.

Trixie was groaning incessantly, her head rolling and flailing ecstatically from side to side, making a tangle of her long red hair. It was ail too obvious how much she was loving it.

Gloria tried desperately to look away, but something made her stare at her husband's muscular driving buttocks as he pistoned into the woman's openly receiving cunt. The trim cheeks tightened and relaxed with the rhythm of his fucking. The lust-hardened shaft, now glistening with female juices, was lined with blue veins that pounded with his excitement, the throbbing becoming more and more intense with each passing second. He was really giving it to her aunt, and she kept begging and pleading for more!

Gloria knew she should screw at them, or turn and run from the lewd scene. But she couldn't. It was beautiful.

"God," she whispered to herself. "Is that what it looks like when he's fucking me? It's beautiful!"

The young wife was spellbound by the seduction of her husband by her whorish aunt. The sight of the wildly fucking couple was stimulating her own body. Her legs felt weak and began trembling as down between her thighs she felt, with mounting shame, the tiny pulsing bud of her clit becoming erect. She had the perverse and vile urge to reach down between her legs and touch her own pussy. Her head was spinning with a lusting desire for satisfaction.

"Put your finger in my asshole, Mike! Uuugghh! My asshole, NOW!" Trixie groaned loudly as she bucked under his pistoning young cock.

Gloria found herself agreeing with the sex hungry woman. She stared at Trixie's tiny, tightly puckered anus as Mike worked his fingers toward it, then wormed his middle finger hotly into her flexing rectum. Gloria was aghast as she saw her husband's long, thin middle finger disappearing into Trixie's squirming back passage.

Trixie screamed out her pleasure as her body was mercilessly reamed by two hard, fleshy instruments at the game time.

Then Gloria felt two hands on the cheeks of her own ass. She turned to see Milt staring down at her.

"It'll be a long time before Mike forgets that fuck," he said.

"And I suppose you don't think I can fuck as well?" Gloria hissed.

"I'd like to find out."

"C'mon," the young bride said, and tugged at his arm. "We can use the other bedroom!"

Jo Ann Henderson had to admit it; fucking her son had turned her inhibitions about sex inside-out. And now she was beside Moss Davis, a married man, driving to a motel, with every intention of fucking him every way she could.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Moss said, wheeling the car off the highway and into a plush residential area.

Jo Ann hesitated for only a second before turning to him and smiling. "I'm thinking about sucking and fucking your cock," she said, a matter-of-fact, straight forward tone in her voice.

"Only a few more minutes," he laughed, reaching over and squeezing a huge tit through the material of her blouse. "Jesus, you got one pair of fine tits."

They wound through a few mare streets and then Moss turned into a wide, sweeping drive and pulled up in front of a house.

"I thought we were going to a motel."

"We are," he answered, moving around the car and helping her out. "It's the Davis Motel."

"Jesus, Moss, you mean this is your house!"

"Hell, yes." He pulled her to the front door and on into the foyer.

"But, what about your wife?"

"You let me worry about Jennie." He didn't seem worried. "How about a drink?"

"Hmmm, why not? It's your funeral. Scotch… no ice."

He poured two Scotches and brought her one. "Let's – go into the bedroom," he smiled teasingly, wrapping his big arm around her slim waist.

Jo Ann willingly pressed her body against him as they entered the bedroom. She figured that, if he was crazy enough to fuck another woman in his own house, why should she worry? At that moment in time, all she wanted was a man's big cock in her cunt. Her son's cock had turned her on and now she wanted all she could get.

Moss took off his jacket and threw it casually over a chair. "Well?" he said.

Jo Ann shrugged and undid her blouse and then her skirt. Slowly, seductively, she slid the garments down, down along her body until they lay puddled at her feet.

"Goddamn, you are ready, aren't you?" he gasped.

"I think I've been ready for years."

Her eyes were heavily lidded, smoky, and she watched his face carefully as she undressed. She stood there, dressed now only in bra and panties. Tantalizingly, like an exotic dancer practicing her art, she reached behind her and unhooked the bra fastenings, pulling it away from her firm white tits slowly, making sure that her aroused nipples were the last to meet his hot, hungry eyes. She dropped the bra and then raised her hands to cup the full, rich mounds, kneading them like a lover. Finally, she dropped her fingers to her panties and slowly worked them down over her long, tapering legs until she was standing before him completely nude.

"You like?" she asked throatily.

"Christ, you're like a damned whore when you get in the bedroom!" Moss rasped, but he wasn't castigating her for it. His eyes roamed over her luscious body, at the fleecy down framing the wet, pink folds of her pussy. "How come you never come on like this at the office?"

"Let's just say something turned me on," Jo Ann replied, reveling in his lusting gaze for a long moment. Then she stepped over to the king-sized bed and lay down on it, spreading her legs wide in a wanton, inviting position, exposing to his eyes the full, wet pulsing opening of her cunt. She rotated her hips lewdly on the satiny spread, arching them up and lowering them again in a measured, intoxicating way. "Aren't you going to get naked, lover?"

"Goddamn right I am!" Moss said. He quickly undressed, throwing his trousers and shirt and tie over the jacket on the chair and pulling his shorts down. He stood there with his great, trembling cock standing out from his groin, the slit in the head oozing thin, clear droplets of pre-cum.