James Brown: Swap Circle

We crossed the room and went silently down a hallway to the door of the rec room. The door was slightly ajar and I immediately pushed it open a bit more.

We could see Jack and Mary lying naked on the carpet, but alas! they were doing absolutely nothing. Jack looked to be sleeping. I glanced at Jill and saw her make a face. We got out of there and walked back down the hail and into the front room where Jill poured two drinks for us. I sipped mine slowly, but she drained her glass in one fast gulping swallow.

"Get me another, baby, will you?" she asked. She was lying on the sofa now and I got up to make room for her. Getting her the drink, I brought it back and watched her drain the glass again.

"Are you trying to get stoned, Jill?" I asked.

She half-closed her eyes and placed one leg on top of the sofa in a most seductive-looking pose. Her breasts were bared and I knew she was trying to set me up for still another session.

"Hey," I said. "Cool it, baby. How many times have I made you tonight already?"

She opened her eyes wide and giggled, nearly dropping the empty glass, and not answering my question immediately. "Give me another drink, Bull," she coaxed.

"I feel like getting high."

I got her the drink. "You didn't answer my question," I said persistently.

She sat up partway. "Oh… let me see three times… is that about right?"

I laughed. "And you want number four to take place here and now on the sofa.

Right?"

Her eyes were filled with lust just as they had been before. "Right."

I shook my head. "You're going to have to wait awhile. I'm not a machine, Jill, but maybe a couple of fast drinks might help me," I added almost as an afterthought.

She pulled her pajamas down until the pubic hair was visible. "Kiss me, baby," she begged. "Kiss me nice. Please?" Her large blue eyes were beseeching me.

"Did you take something tonight… something that would make you so passionate? I've never seen you so filled with lust. Don't misunderstand. I like it, but, God, baby, you wear a guy out."

"Please… kiss me there. Lick it. Run your tongue around the edges. I swear I'll come quickly if you do."

I put my drink down and leaned over her, kissing her cunt and pretending that it was making me passionate. The truth was, sex was just about the last thing I wanted at the moment, though I knew this lack of interest in it would go away eventually.

"Oh… Bull… baby… there's no one can kiss a cunt like you, honey. Put your tongue in a little… run it over the little you-know-what thing… that'll make me come real quick, I know."

I did as she requested, finding the little button and rubbing my tongue back and forth rapidly on it. She groaned, started to pull my hair, stiffened her body and threw her leg over the back of my neck, turning her body at the same time so that her twat was pressed firmly against my mouth. I increased the speed of my tongue and a minute later she screamed, jerked her body about savagely and nearly pulled my hair out by the roots. Fortunately for my hair, she blew off at that precise moment and this caused her to go limp, which meant she also decreased the pulling of my hair.

"Oh… baby," she groaned for the umpteenth time that night. "You're… so … good… I swear you're driving me right out of my mind tonight."

I gave her cunt one final kiss and straightened up and looked at her lust-filled eyes. I shook my head. "You're one hell of a hot gal tonight, Jill.

I never saw anyone quite like the way you've been so far."

"I guess I'm turning into a nympho, wouldn't you say, Bull?" she cried. "Does that happen to women after they've been married a few years? I mean, does it sound like it makes sense, my turning into a nympho?"

I wiped my lips. Grinning, I patted her butt and replied, "I don't know the answer to that one, Jill. What difference does it make if you've turned into one, are not one, or have always been one? You're you and that's all that matters, really."

She seized my hand and oddly enough kissed the back of it, a gesture I found more than strange. "You have a way of saying things sometimes, Bull baby, that seems to simplify everything. I mean, you have the ability to explain things away so easily."

I grinned. "I wish you would convince Mary of that. Some days I can't explain anything to satisfy her."

"To satisfy her, Bull. I don't understand that." She kissed the back of my hand again.

"I meant to satisfy her mind, Jill. Understand now?"

"Oh… yes… of course. How stupid of me. I swear I've been so hot and bothered with you all evening that my mind is barely functioning."

"Nothing wrong with the functioning of your mind, Jill. It works like mad."

She giggled. "Sure it does, when I want to be kissed off or lipped or fucked."

I laughed. "You speak very bluntly tonight. In fact, you have been far more blunt with me tonight than ever before"

"I suppose it's because I've been so confoundedly hot… and… well… crazy… sort of."

"Don't say that," I told her quickly. "You haven't done one thing that was crazy. You've been beautiful tonight, Jill, the best you've ever been with me."

She put both feet on the floor suddenly and squeezed my hand. "Let's go take a peek at them now," she said, winking at me, and of course meaning Mary and Jack.

I finished off my drink. "Shall I bring along the bottle in case they-er-want us to join them… do you understand me, Jill?"

"Sure I understand you. You're talking about the four-way fuck-fest."

I grinned. "Brother," I said, giving my head a rueful shake. "What a way to put it… but I find it exciting to hear you speak of it in that way."

"It's a four-way flick-feat, so what else could I call it?" she asked, her eyes looking as innocent as a child's. She took my hand again and again surprised me by kissing the back of it.

"What are you doing?" I asked. "What's with all this hand-kissing stuff?"

She giggled and drew off her pajama top and threw it down, her titties now exposed completely and looking very lovely indeed. "You've been so satisfying tonight, Bull. I feel like I'm your love-slave or something."

For some reason this pleased me, but I pretended to brush it off. "Nuts," I said. "You just drank your liquor too fast."

She turned and regarded me with those large blue, lust-filled eyes. "Why don't you have a couple of quick ones, Bull? I'll join you. Then we can take the bottle with us when we go in to spy on Mary and Jack."

I smiled. "I wish you wouldn't call it spying. Makes it sound pretty awful."

"Come on," she urged, paying no attention to my remark. "Have two fast, good-sized drinks. One after the other. I want to see you a bit high, baby."

"I'll have one fast drink, not two. I don't want to get blotto."

"Good," she exclaimed, leaning over to pick up her glass. As she did so her titties brushed my arm and made me as hot as any schoolboy seeing his first pair of breasts. She watched me drain my glass and held out her own, which I solemnly filled but only partially. "Here's to a wild night, the wildest ever," she cried, throwing her head back. She drank her whisky in nothing flat and I had to admit she was able to gulp the stuff faster than I.

We were back at the door of the rec room and peering through the opening at Mary and Jack, who were still on the floor, though they weren't inactive as they had been earlier. To put it bluntly, Jack was on top of my wife and was busily engaged in putting the blocks to her. Both of them were entirely naked and because we stood at Jack's rear we could easily see his cock pumping in and, out of her twat. It caused me to have an immediate erection, one that became so hard so fast I almost cried out from the ache of it. I took Jill's hand and placed it over my quivering tube and heard the quick intake of her breath.