Janet McCoy - Wife on the loose

"Oh, Tom… I love you! I love you!"

"I love you, too, baby! You're beautiful! Uh, yeah!"

Tom had actually despaired of ever enjoying sex with his lovely wife again. Now here they were like newlyweds writhing excitedly against one another. Though their position was obscene and unnatural, the feelings were not. They were loving one another, and that was all that counted.

When they came, it was together, and it was strong.

"Oaoohh, Tom, darling… I'm cummmingggg!"

Heather could scarcely believe the intensity of cumming from getting reamed in the ass. It was sensational. Her whole body seemed to have come unhinged. She was floating in blind euphoria, her body relaxed, discharging a long-pent-up store of emotional frustration.

Now she and Tom were free to love each other again.

"Shit, baby, I'm cumming, too! Oh, yeahhh!"

He lay collapsed upon her for a long time, holding her, loving her. His shrinking prick was still lodged in her asshole.

"Baby, you know something?" he said as he planted little kisses along her earlobe. He felt the need to be honest, too.

"What?" Her voice was lazy, sated.

"You're not the first woman I made love to tonight."

There it was. The new reality for Heather. She wasn't sure for a moment how she would take it.

Then she realized her pussy was throbbing.

The thought of her husband with another woman excited her.

"Tell me about it," she said.

Both Tom and Heather realized their new sexual compatibility was due to one thing. They had both fucked other people. And their new self-confidence had brought them closer to each other.

"Maybe we shouldn't take a chance on getting into a rut again, Tom. What do you think?"

"You mean you want to keep on fucking around?" Tom entertained no illusions now about his wife's sensuality. There was no way he was ever going to rein her in.

"No… not that… well, not exactly. I mean… didn't you enjoy fucking Fay and having her suck your cock? Wasn't it exciting?"

"Well, sure it was exciting."

"Well, maybe we could keep on doing that sort of thing. Not every night, of course," she added quickly. "We won't need to do that. After all, we have each other now."

"You mean swapping?" The word felt a little strange on Tom's tongue. The idea of going out and trading partners with another couple seemed downright perverted.

"Sure… something like that. I thought I might invite Jake and Linda over Friday night."

"You mean they're into that kind of thing?" His eyes narrowed with suspicion. "How do you know?"

"I just know, Tom. Linda and I are best friends, remember?"

"Sure… I remember." He laughed. "I'm just beginning to suspect what that might be all about."

Heather surprised herself. She blushed. "I have tried making love to women a couple of times, Tom. It was kind of exciting."

At that Tom's pride was hurt. His wife had even preferred making out with other women to him!

But he checked himself. That was in the past. He and Heather liked fucking each other now. He didn't have to be jealous of another woman.

The more he thought about his wife lying between another woman's legs, eating her cunt, the hornier Tom got. The idea intrigued him.

"Sure, why don't you go ahead and invite Jake and Linda over? Whatever happens, we're bound to have a good time. After all, we're all best friends, aren't we?"

"Sure… Ooohh, it's going to be fun, Tom!"

For the rest of the week, Heather looked forward to Friday night and the Whitcombs' visit. It had been a long time since she had seen Jake and Linda. She missed them. They had had such a wonderful day together once. The day she discovered what she had to have in her life.

Sex. And lots of it.

Cocktails were ready when Jake and Linda arrived at seven. Linda was wearing a daring, low-cut blue evening gown that left more than half of her tits bare. Heather smiled to herself as she watched her husband ogling the lovely blonde. She had every confidence that her husband would grow to like swapping wives. She could see he already had a hard-on.

Heather herself was preening in front of Jake's admiring glances. She was wearing a simple, figure-hugging black cocktail dress… and nothing else. She felt very sexy and uninhibited. She flirted unashamedly with Jake.

"You're the first lady I've ever seen with her fingernails painted black. And you know, beautiful, on you it looks good."

Heather laughed and bent forward to retrieve her drink from the coffee-table. She knew Jake had a clear view of her naked tits inside her dress. When she straightened up, his eyes were blazing with desire. She snuck a furtive glance at the crotch of his trousers. There was a distinct bulge there. Her cunt throbbed hotly under her filmy dress.

"I'll go and bring out the food, I thought we could all help ourselves. It'll be easier that way." Her voice was hoarse, and Jake's look told her he knew why. Tom and Linda didn't even hear her. They were sitting very close, looking through a photo album.

"I'll help you, beautiful."

Inside the kitchen, Heather began to arrange the food and dishes on a tray. She heard the swinging doors open and close behind her, and she knew Jake was in the room with her. She didn't look around. She waited for him to speak.

He didn't speak. Instead, he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her chest. A hand clutched each ripe tit. He began to plant hot maddening kisses along the nape of her neck. Heather was wearing her thick red hair piled high on top of her head. Just a few curly tendrils blocked the way to her smooth, inviting flesh.

"Mmmm, you taste good," he murmured at last, long after the ridges of goose bumps had popped up all over the redhead's neck and arms. "I can't tell you how happy I was to hear you two had invited us over. Especially to hear you and Tom might be ready for a swap tonight. I've missed you, beautiful one, time with you is definitely not enough."

She groaned low. "Oh, I've… I've missed you, too. You're so big and strong. God, I love the way you hold me."

His arms were wrapped tightly around her. His fingers were playing with her nipples through the thin material of her dress. The pleasure-darts were shooting straight down to her hungry pussy. She was so ready for him.

Heather had been faithful to Tom for the past three weeks, and her body was ripe for sexual adventure. The redhead had accepted one thing about herself. For her, one lover would never be enough. She had to have many. She hoped Tom would learn to be that way, too.

She enjoyed being Tom's wife. But there were some things she would not give up, even for Tom.

Jake was surprised and excited by the way his lovely neighbor was quivering in his arms. "Jee-zuz, baby… you're ready, aren't you?"

"Oh, God, yes, Jake. I want you!"

She turned around and pulled his mouth down to her. Her tongue searched his mouth lewdly, telling him of the intensity of her desire.

Jake slipped a hand wider the hem of her dress and searched out the slit of her coat. He was delighted to find it naked and wet, hot and ready for a fuck.

"Jee-zuz, you've got such a sweet twat, beautiful! Christ, can I stick it in you now? Do you think Tom would mind?"

The urgency of the big man's words further stimulated Heather's sexual appetite. He wanted her as much as she wanted him! They would have such a good fuck together! She found it difficult to consider whether Tom or Linda might be upset if she and Jake jumped the gun, so to speak.

"I think they looked pretty involved in that picture album. Oh, come on, Jake! Do it to me!"

She began to hump her cunt shamelessly up against his hand. He sank a finger deep into her twat and squirmed it around in the heated wetness.