James Brown - Swap Circle

"Hey," I said, grinning, "you'll end up getting drunk if you go about it that way."

She turned her dark eyes on me and smiled. "I just imitated what you and Mrs.

Burns did."

Jill grinned. "Are you saying you never had a drink before, Miss Doans?"

Nora shook her head. "That was the first alcoholic beverage to pass my lips, as they say."

Jill and I laughed. I tried very hard not to let my laugh sound sarcastic or derisive, but it was difficult to accomplish after hearing that, corny old line.

"What's so terribly funny?" Nora wanted to know, though her tone wasn't an angry one.

"I think we'd all better have another drink right now," Jill said, and poured them herself.

Two drinks later and not only was I feeling pretty good, but I could tell that Jill and Nora were, too. In fact, Jill was sitting on the opposite side of Nora – all three of us were on the sofa – and I saw her run her hand up Nora's leg.

Nora didn't object. Perhaps it was because she was too numb by now to feel Jill's fingers exploring between her legs. At any rate, the next thing I knew Nora had taken my cock out of my pants and was beginning to fondle it, pulling at it, jacking it, playing with it, scratching it, rubbing it, anything, apparently, that she could think of to cause it to grow hard.

It grew hard after a time.

In the meanwhile, I could see that Jill had Nora's dress up over her hips and was kissing her thighs and sighing like crazy. Nora didn't appear to mind Jill's fingers a bit In fact, I saw her spread her legs far apart on two different occasions to allow Jill's fingers to do their work. All this time, Nora had succeeded in getting me very hard and now she bent her head and took my cock between her lips, sucking at the head of it, kissing it lovingly and making little purring noises in her throat. She sounded not unlike a satisfied cat. Jill dropped to the floor on her knees and buried her face in Nora's crotch. Because Nora still had her dress on, much of Jill's face was shielded from my view so I could only guess that she was lipping and tonguing Nora's twat. It was a very good guess as it turned out, for that was exactly what she was doing. I saw Nora undo the front of Jill's blouse and pull forth her titties. Nora's hands were free now, at least one of them was – the other would from time to grasp my penis and insert it farther into her sucking mouth. The woman was beginning to act like a nympho – I had never seen such an abrupt change in a female, never in all my life. A while ago Nora Doans had acted like a prudish old maid – if that is a strong enough term – and now she was acting like the hottest of all wantons. She was getting her cunt lipped and tongued while at the same time she was recklessly sucking and tonguing my hard-on.

I wanted to blow in her throat, but I held it back.

I wanted this scene to last a long time.

But I couldn't manage it.

It felt too damned wonderful.

I felt it happening.

I sighed and filled her mouth with my thick, gray goo.

It was nearly a week later when Mary and I were sitting in front of the TV set watching a newscast when the phone rang out sharply. I told her I would answer it, went to the instrument and removed the thing from its cradle.

"Hello," I said.

"Hello, Mr. Horton," a female voice replied.

I recognized it as belonging to Miss Nora Doans.

"Is that you, Mr. Horton?"

"Yes, who is this, please?" I knew damned well who it was but asked the question just to give me time to think. I hadn't as yet told Mary about Miss Doans, though I knew she wouldn't mind. We have that kind o a groovy marriage, you see, but still I needed a bit of time to think about how I would handle this situation.

"Nora Doans, don't you recognize my voice?" Nora giggled over the phone, which made me suspect she had been drinking a little.

"Oh yes, will you hold the phone a moment, please?" I said to her. I cupped the transmitter and briefly told Mary about the trio session we had had, Jill, Nora and me. I explained how Nora had come here to the house previously looking for a room to rent. Mary never said a word, she just looked at me, grinned, and winked, so I knew it was all right, just as I had thought it would be. I turned back to the phone and spoke into it. "Miss Doans, why don't you come up to the house? My house, that is. My wife, Mary, would like to meet you… just as Jill did."

Nora Doans gasped slightly. "You mean your wife is just like Jill? She likes women, too?"

"Not necessarily. Let's just say that well, you come up. Maybe we can find something to do. Would you like that?"

"I'd love to, Mr. Horton."

"Fine. We'll look for you. Anytime."

"I'll be there in ten minutes, dear."

"Good," I said and hung up.

Turning to Mary, I told her that the woman was coming to the house, that she sounded as if she had been drinking. "Are you set for some hot sex stuff, honey" I asked.

"Who? Me? What on earth do you mean?"

Mary asked, looking puzzled, or appearing to look puzzled, perhaps I should say, for I suspected that Jill had already told Mary about the three-way session Jill, Nora and I had had. Women are funny creatures. They like to pretend sometimes.

"Oh come off it, honey. You know what I mean. This Nora Doans is a wild one once you get her worked up. She'll go for anything sexy once she has the juices flowing inside of her."

Mary looked at me blankly. "Whose juices? Yours or hers?"

I laughed. "Her own, honey. Wait till she gets going. You'll see what I mean."

Mary tapped her upper teeth with a fingernail. "You mean I'm supposed to tongue her box when she gets here, honey?"

"Only if you think you want to. You know that. You don't have to do anything, ever, if you don't want to. I just thought it might be something different for you to try."

Mary was sitting cross-legged in a chair and she was wearing a very short skirt. It was only now that I noted she had on no panties. As she moved her legs to a more normal position I saw her bare cunt, saw the redness of it, saw the wetness of it, or at least I supposed I did. My cock became hard immediately – Mary always had this instant effect on me – and because it protruded she couldn't help but see it – the outline through the cloth of my trousers, I mean.

"Hey, honey," she said. "You got hot pants for this chick?"

I laughed. "My hard-on is due to seeing your bare pussy, not to the schoolteacher gal."

"Would you like to come here, get down on your knees and ram your hard-on up my slit, honey? I'd be much obliged to you if you would."

"I'd like nothing better, honey, but that woman will be here at any moment I can't very well be fucking you when she comes to the door and knocks."

She pursed her lips and put her feet on the floor. "I suppose not. Oh, well, what's one fuck, more or less. I'll get your cock later, probably, if this schoolteacher doesn't drain all the sap out of you."

I laughed again. "You know something, honey? You're quite a gal."

"Seeing your prick sticking out that way makes me quite a hot gal, honey. Unzip your pants and let me see that ram-stick of yours."

I unzipped my pants and took out my stiff cock. She leaned forward, touched the end of it, whistled and ran her lips nervously over her full lips. "Does it make you that hot, honey?' I asked, astonished.

She glanced up at me with her green eyes while at the same time brushing her red hair away from her face. "You think maybe we got time for me to suck your cock before your schoolteacher friend arrives?"

"Wait till she gets here and you can do it while she watches. Wouldn't you enjoy having another woman watch you suck off your husband, baby?"

Mary's eyes glistened. "Might be a good kick at that. Hey, I think you've got something there. Do you think it would shock her if I asked her to stand by and watch me go down on your prick?"