George Werbin - Swap fest galore

"We're just going to have to go on fucking," he said. "Every time that I can convince Terry to come over here and screw with Harold, I can get a chance at your box."

His arms went around her, and she hugged him.

"You know we're rolling around on the floor like a couple of teenagers," she laughed.

"I know it, baby," he said. "And I feel like a teenager. I haven't gotten this hot since I was a kid."

"Neither have I honey," she told him.

They kissed once more, and then she said nervously, "Harold will be wondering what's keeping us so long. I'm sure I heard them walk out of the bedroom quite some time ago."

"All right," he said. "Let's get out of here."

She got up from the floor and brushed herself off.

"Let's shower together," he told her.

"All right," she agreed. "But we can't stay in the shower very long."

She turned on the water and got it to the right temperature, then she stepped into the shower. George joined her.

"Let me wash your peter off," she told him.

Reaching for the bar of soap, she seized his penis and began washing it. As her hands played with him, he got harder and harder.

"You don't have any trouble getting hard for me, honey," she told him as she looked at his erect cock.

"I sure don't," he told her. "You turn me on all the way."

It was evident that Betty had a way about her that was sexually what he needed. He reached for the soap and took it from her. Then he massaged her breasts with it, enjoying the action.

"Honey," she said, "Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could exchange mates for a week? We could get well acquainted with each other."

"I don't think my wife would go for that," he said. "She's jealous as hell."

"But I told you she was crazy about Harold," Betty reminded him.

"That may be true," he said, "But she still wants to hang on to me. Moneybags. That's all I am to her."

"It isn't right for you to go on like that," Betty insisted. "If a woman doesn't love you for what you are, and not what you have, it's no good."

The serious expression on her face revealed to George just how much Betty cared.

"Thanks baby," he told her, "I know it's the truth. Somehow, honey, it's got to work out. Fucking you tonight was a good beginning."

She threw her arms around him, pressing her slippery breasts to his chest as she kissed him.

"Oh, it feels so good to me," she said. "I love holding your slippery body next to mine with the shower water falling on me."

"Kiss me," Betty panted. "Kiss me again, baby."

Their lips merged as the shower water sprayed over them. Both of them were oblivious of everything except their tongue to tongue contact.

When they finished kissing, they laughed.

"We've got to get out of here," he told her. "We have to, baby."

Turning the shower off, they got out. Then they dried each other off.

"You're beautiful," he told her.

"When a woman is really loved," Betty explained, "She does look beautiful. And George baby, I know you do love me."

"You bet your fucking ass I do," he chuckled.

Hand in hand Betty and George walked into the living room.

Sure enough, Terry and Harold were embracing.

"Oh honey," Terry exclaimed, "Harold is such a wonderful lover. He should tell you some of the things he does to make sex exciting."

"Now baby," Harold chuckled. "Take it easy. You're making out that I'm the most fantastic lover in the world."

"You are baby," Terry smiled. "George won't get jealous. Will you, honey?"

"I'm always eager to learn from a pro," George said.

Harold, apparently, was reluctant to talk, and it was necessary for Betty to continue insisting.

"Well if you're not going to tell him about that French tickler you used, I will."

"You use French ticklers?" George asked him.

"Well now and then," he admitted. "Just for variety. Your wife really seems to dig that, so I guess if you want to turn her on you could use one."

"Oh George, you're got to," Terry said. "He has three different kinds. And they are fantastic. You don't know what that does for a woman to be loved like that."

"I'll be happy to," George smiled, "and I sure have to compliment your wife on being a fantastic lover."

Harold didn't know how to take it at first. However, he swallowed his pride and did his best to conceal his jealousy.

"Well I'm glad you two had a good time," he said.

"We certainly did baby," she told him.

"Why don't we have a four-way fuck?" Terry suggested eagerly.

"Oh, we'd better do that another time," Betty said.

She was well aware that George had a problem with his penis. She thought he had done marvelously well to get it up there as many times as he had, and she didn't want to see him in any difficulties.

"I think it's a great idea," Harold agreed.

"Where will we do it?"

"Well the master bedroom is the only one that has a king sized bed," Betty replied. "I guess you'd better do it there. Maybe we should have something to drink before we continue."

George recognized that alcohol might make his cock limp and he didn't want that to happen.

"Just orange juice for me," he told her.

"Sure lover," Betty said, understanding what he was talking about.

Betty brought back the liquor. She let each person take their pick. There was whiskey, bourbon, vodka and orange juice.

"If you have some seven-up," Terry told her, "I'll have a bourbon and seven."

"Sure doll baby," Betty told her.

She went back to the kitchen and got a seven-up. Then the four of them started to drink.

"Let's go into the bedroom," Terry suggested eagerly.

"You're sure hot to fuck, aren't you honey?" George said to his wife, getting a little bit disgusted by how anxious she was to get screwed.

"Well I don't get too much of it at home," she said crisply.

"Now, now," Betty warned, "Let's not bring petty squabbles into our play pen. This is fun time for all of us."

Once in the bedroom, it was easy to see what a good time they could have.

"I've got an idea," George suggested. "Why don't I eat Betty, while Harold gives your ass a good fucking."

"Why Harold," Terry said. "Do you have designs on my asshole?"

"Well now that he mentioned it, it's not a bad idea."

They began arranging themselves on the bed. As Betty threw her legs around George's shoulders, Terry couldn't help become a little bit jealous.

"Don't smother him with your pussy," Terry giggled.

"Don't worry darling," Betty told her. "I want him to eat me."

It was evident why the master bedroom was a better place to fuck. They could all watch themselves in the full length mirrors that covered the sliding closet doors.

"Look in the mirrors, baby," Betty told him. "Watch what you're eating."

Terry was determined to get into the act as quickly as possible. She didn't want to waste any time.

"What's the proper position, sweetheart," she asked.

"Well, I'll tell you," he said. "Get on the bed so you can swing your legs over my shoulders and I'll slide it into you. I like the position where I can play with your tits while I fuck your asshole."

"Oh that's a monster size prick you've got," Terry said, hoping her husband would hear and become a little jealous.

"Are you worried?" Harold asked bluntly.

"Well a little," she admitted. "That is a huge cock. How long is it, Harold?"

"Don't worry about it honey," Harold said, wanting to downplay his super sized prick.

He went to the bathroom and brought back a small tube of surgical jelly that he used on his penis shaft.

"What are you doing?" Terry asked.

"I'm going to get this thing nice and slick, because when I stab it up your asshole, I don't want any problems," he said.