Jason Cannon: Swap mates

"I think I'll turn in," he said, closing the door behind him.

Elsie finished the dishes, waiting until she was sure that Bill had climbed in between the sheets, and then turned the lights off. She entered the bedroom.

She crossed to the bed and stood for a moment. He paid no attention to her. She let her dress slip to the floor.

"Bill?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you… are you in the mood?"

"I don't think so, honey. I've had a hell of a day."

Elsie turned and bent to pick up the dress at her feet, hoping he could see the thin nylon strip of her tights, slipping tautingly into the crease between her buttocks, catching there as she straightened up. She walked across the room towards the closet, the dress folded over her arm, her smoothly rounded ass cheeks quivering voluptuously.

Bill was watching every movement.

She turned around, quietly slipping the straps of her brassiere down off her shoulders, unhooking the clasps at the back, sliding it off so that her full, resilient breasts fell free. Just as nonchalantly, as gracefully, she slipped her panties down over her firm, quivering thighs. She stood before him for a moment, and, he thought he had never seen anything quite so beautiful.

The sight of her magnificent breasts, the breath-taking contours of her big body, even the little triangle of hair at the base of her smooth white belly sent little shivers of joy through him, set his loins on fire.

As slowly, as deliberately as she had undressed, she walked across the room towards her husband. He sucked in his breath as she approached him, feeling his cock jerk and lurch, feeling the hardness encompass it. She dropped to her knees beside the bed, rolling the covers back.

Bill lay on the bed in the silk pajamas she had bought him for his birthday. With a quick but gentle gesture, she cased her hand inside his fly and began to stroke his hotly throbbing prick, pulling the foreskin back and forth, sending thrills up and down his spine.

"Are you sure you don't want to?" she whispered, smiling. "I want to."

"You always want to," he retorted.

That chilled her, but she was determined that tonight would be different. Besides, she had discovered what her big body could do to a man's cock.

And Elsie did have a big, lush body. She was five foot ten of feminine hollows and voluptuous curves. Everything about her implied sex – her thrusting breasts which pushed out sweaters, bikinis, blouses to the explosion point. Her hips, large, wide, hungry-looking. Her thick animal thighs, well-shaped, caressable calves, nicely shaped ankles, perfectly proportioned feet.

She lay next to him, moving her magnificent body gently before his eyes, enticing him, luring him. The light from the bathroom door enhanced her lush curves. Bill couldn't help himself. His eyes widened with lust as he looked at her. His cock hardened.

"Don't you want to put your cock in my pussy, Bill?" she purred, in her pouty, little-girl voice.

"You know damn well I do," he said, running his hand up and down her body, cupping her buttocks and breasts hotly.

"Mmmmmmm," she mewled. "I feel good too… real good."

Without taking his eyes from her beautiful form, Bill began to strip off his pajamas, and soon he lay before her completely naked, his cock swollen with passion, his balls tightening in anticipation.

Slowly, as if in a dream, the two of them embraced urgently, clutching each other's nakedly hot bodies with total abandon. Elsie loved the muscular hardness of his powerful frame, and her hands roamed eagerly over every part… his back, his shoulders, his hips, his buttocks. She gripped the hard flesh hungrily, as if she could devour it with her hands.

"There's not an ounce of fat anywhere," she whispered. "I love your body… I love it!"

God, she was a bitch, Bill thought. It'll probably be like every other time. She won't get enough, and I'll feel guilty because I can't satisfy her. But God, what man could satisfy her? Maybe Jeff Montlan could satisfy her; they say he wears women out.

But even as be thought these things about his wife, he knew he would fuck her. He wanted her, even if he couldn't completely satisfy her.

He was shaking with desire as he ran his hands over the satin-smooth skin of her sculptured body. He kneaded her pliant breasts, reveling in their resiliency, and squeezed the nipples until they tightened and grew hard as rubber. Then he slid his hands down to grip the silky curves of her hips as she thrust her pelvis back and forth, inviting his throbbing cock to realms of erotic delight. His blood-engorged shaft stood erect, hard as a rock, yearning to plunge into her wet pussy.

Elsie clasped his huge tool with her hands and skillfully pulled back the soft foreskin to expose the rubbery head, teasing it with her nimble fingers, rubbing and shaking it with moves that drove him into a frenzy of sensuality.

"Ohhhhh, shit… oh shit," he groaned, "don't do that too much. You know how I am, I'll come right in your hand!"

Yeah, I know how you are, Elsie thought grimly. But tonight's going to be different. Tonight I'll be such a whore for you that you'll never want to stop fucking me!

"Play with my cunt, Bill… hurry," she gasped. "Play with it, then fuck it!"

Quickly his hand found the curling strands of pubic hair that surrounded her warm, vaginal slit, and his fingers snaked teasingly into the moist flesh, exploring every inch of her wet hole. As his fingers roamed lewdly, she cried out with pleasure, and then gasped when he found her tender clitoris and pressed it, making it rise eagerly.

She gripped his swollen cock tightly and began to jerk it up and down, as the young husband thrilled her beyond words with his fingering. Then he moved away from the hardened bud of her clit until his fingers found the puckered ring of her cunt. He explored it for a moment, inserting his middle finger into her creamy hole and then, with one brutal stroke, he shoved his finger in completely.

"Yessssssss!" she shrieked, as his sudden thrust produced a throbbing mixture of pain and delight. She opened her legs wide, to receive his invading finger. "Ohhh, yeeeeeeeesssss!"

"God, you do love it, don't you?" he hissed, his face a mask of anger and passion.

"Ohhhh, shit, yessss, you know I do! I love it!" she moaned, not hearing the sarcasm in his voice, just the lust.

Hungrily, almost viciously, Bill slid his middle finger into the deep, moist interior of her cuntal sheath. He twisted and probed, widening the eager walls, as she screwed herself down onto his hard, impaling finger, moaning happily, while she continued to jerk his cock up and down with her hands.

"I want you," Bill cried out, suddenly. "I want to fuck the living daylights out of you!"

"Oh, then do it, lover, do it!" Elsie cried, driven to the point of quaking lust by his thrusting strokes.

Slowly, she pulled away from him, as he cased his finger out of her stretched and steaming hole. She moved quickly towards the minor on the wall, and knelt down, dog-fashion, facing it.

Damn, Bill thought, what the hell's she up to?

Her shimmering buttocks waved at him lewdly, a vulgar invitation to be taken from the rear.

Christ, he thought, she wants me to take her from behind and watch it in the mirror. She's incredible!

For a brief moment, he was upset by her actions, because he had never met anyone so bizarre and shameless in his life, but after the initial shock, he found himself eagerly anticipating the act. Once again his wife was calling forth the darker, animal instincts within him – and he liked it!

"Fuck me, darling… fuck me from behind," Elsie urged. "Sink that cock of yours right into my pussy."

At her words, he exploded with raging passion. He moved to her like a panting beast; the veins along the length of his swollen tool were fully outlined, and his balls trembled with lust. He positioned himself behind her, and placed his pulsing cockhead at the entrance to her pussy, ready to slice inward.