James Brown: Swap Circle

He grinned somewhat sheepishly, waved one hand weakly and closed his eyes. He made no move to push her away from his dick, nor did she offer to knock things off at least until I appeared to be in the process of leaving the room, which I didn't do. Their complete indifference to my presence intrigued the hell out of me and I stood there shifting weight from one foot to the other, wondering what was with these two.

"Hey," I cried, "can't you stop that long enough to look at me?" I meant this for Mary, who was wearing only her pajama bottoms. Her tits stuck out prominently and, strange as it may sound, I was quite proud of them. "Hey," I repeated. "For Pete's sake, hold it a moment."

Mary stopped sucking Jack's dick for about one second, during which time she favored me with a get-lost look and continued with her, joystick gobbling. Jack stiffened his body, and clutched at the sides of the bed, his face a picture of ecstasy, rapture, something. Mary bobbed her head up and down faster, placed her hands under Jack's bare ass, raised him slightly, while he wrapped one leg about her neck lightly. She continued to suck his prick as if her very life depended on doing a good job of it, and then it happened. Jack hollered out and immediately followed this with along sighing moan, while his body, first stiff and rigid, went limp as Mary kept on with her wild, frantic suck job. I think she would have been going down on him yet if he hadn't patted her cheek and told her I was in the room, whereupon she sprang to her feet, grabbed up the tops of her pajamas and pulled them on, very much as if I were a total stranger to her instead of her husband.

"Why the hell are, you here?" she cried. "Were you spying on us, Bull Horton?"

Her face was contorted and I knew she was as mad as could be-I had seen her this way many times before. "Damn you," she went on. "Say something. You were spying on us, weren't you, you fink?"

Jack sighed and sat up suddenly, pulling the bed clothing over his nudity.

"Mary," he said," Bull just happened to stumble in on us. I mean, he wasn't spying on us. You ought to know… he wouldn't do a thing like that… would you, Bull? He…"

"Wait a minute, you two," I broke in. "So what if I was spying on you? What's so terrible about that? Maybe I secretly enjoy seeing my wife suck off my friend. Why get so uptight about it? Anything goes. That's what the four of us have always said. So…" I spread my hands.

Mary sat down on the bed and knocked at her hair with her hand. "I'm sorry, Bull. I shouldn't have accused you of spying. That was nasty of me. Forgive me, please. I don't mind if you see me sucking off Jack."

The tension in the room seemed to melt instantly and all three of us smiled.

"Maybe," Jack said, "I could call up Jill, ask her to come over, and then we could have a four-way fuck-fest. Would that be okay with you wonderful people?"

I shook my head carefully. "Sorry, Jack. Some other time it'll be fine. We should try it in all sorts of different ways, but tonight is out. For a very good reason – I'm pooped."

He laughed and looked at Mary. "Okay, Mary, I'll just pull on my clothing and go home, if it's okay with you."

"You're not mad, are you, Jack?" she asked, looking up at him.

He grinned and looked over at me. "Nope. Not mad. Just want to put my clothes on. Would you…?"

"Sure," I replied, grinning. "I'll step out of the room while you put your clothes on. Sorry. I'm rather slow tonight. Told you I was pooped." I moved out of the room quickly, despite being "pooped" (which I wasn't – not really), and went downstairs. A few minutes passed and Jack came down. "Have a drink before you go, Jack?" I asked, just being polite.

"Think I'll just cut out. See you later, Bull," Jack was out the front door and gone before I could say another word. I wondered if I had offended him in some way, decided I couldn't have. Probably not. Jack was an insurance man whose office was next door to our home. He was thirty years of age, had brown hair, was a fairly good-looking guy, a nice guy certainly, and I definitely didn't want to offend him since offending him (in itself something I didn't want to do) would mean that our four way swap relationship would be ended, something I profoundly didn't want to happen – Jill was too good a piece of ass for that sort of thing.

I had one drink and returned to the upstairs bedroom only to find the lights off and Mary, apparently, in bed sleeping.

"Hey," I said softly. "You sleeping?" No answer.

I said no more but quietly undressed in the dark as best I could and climbed into bed, naked I must have dropped off to sleep. … something very wet and warm was attempting to cover my face and when I tried to lift myself it bore down onto me savagely. With a great burst of energy and show of strength I threw it off and heard a crashing, thudding sort of sound (that is, it was partly crashing, partly thudding, if that makes any sense) and it was then I heard Mary whimpering from the vicinity of the floor.

I say the floor because she had to be there; she wasn't in the bed. Quickly, I turned on a light and leaned over the side of the bed. Mary was sitting on the floor wearing only her pajama tops. She looked at me oddly, brushed her red hair out of her large green eyes, looked at me again and then at her lower extremities.

"I was having the damnedest dream, honey. Guess you could say it was a nightmare. There was this terrible evil thing that kept whispering in my ear to sit on the devil's face and smother him. When I say evil thing that's what I mean, exactly. I never saw anything. I could feel something wet and very warm touching me, rubbing up against me and I could hear the voice, but I couldn't see anything. I… "

"The devil you're talking about turned out to be me, honey," I said crossly,

"which is why I threw you to the floor. You were smothering me." I coughed. "I don't like being smothered by my own wife." I grabbed her under the arms and lifted her back into bed and pulled the sheet over her. "Watch those crazy dreams, kiddo, or next time I may toss you out of a window."

She was silent for a moment. Then: Bull, aren't you angry with me? Is something troubling you, honey? Have I done something to irritate you? Tell me, if I have, honey. Don't keep it inside you."

"I'm not mad at you," I growled.

"Are you upset because you saw me sucking Jack's dick?"

"Of course not. Suck his dick all you want to. After all I had mine buried up his wife's asshole at almost the same time."

She moved over suddenly and placed her red head on my chest and lightly bit one of my nipples. "I'd much rather suck your dick, you know, honey. Any time.

Anywhere." She bit my nipple again, lightly. "Right now if you'd like it. How about it, honey? Want to blow a gusher in mama's mouthy?"

"Too tired," I replied "Besides, you've had enough of cock-sucking for one night, haven't you?"

She lifted her head and slapped my face.

"Hey," I cried. "What the hell was that for?"

She got up out of bed and stood there, her cunt plainly visible. "I don't care for what you said or the way you said it. I think I'll sleep in the guest room tonight."

I grinned. "Oh come on, Mary honey. You know I didn't mean anything by what I said. Get back in bed. By the way, you look charming standing there with your cunt all exposed to view."

She placed her hands over her box and leaned slightly forward, her eyes darting about evidently looking for her pajama bottoms. She didn't find them because I had them in the bed with me. "Damn it!" she cried out. "Can't anything turn out right this night?"

I sat up and stared at her critically. "Now what the hell does that mean?" I asked, my tone considerably louder than before.

"Means nothing," she replied. "Just that you came home right when I was… sucking him off… made me feel… funny… still does… I'm going to the guest room. Good night." Her tone was chilly now.