Robert Vickers: Spouse swapping twins

Charlie was one hell of a cocksman, but Stan was showing her what it meant to be a real man.

The ropes cut into her wrists cruelly, but she ignored them. The way her crotch strained, because of the way her legs were pulled so far apart, pained her. The cock thrusting in and out of her pussy seemed larger because of her position. And there was no way she could relieve the tension. She was too firmly tied to the piano legs.

"Now, I will give you what you want, you slimy curt!"

She was startled at Stan's speech. The man hardly ever used words like that. He was totally different. Candy realized in part what she had been missing all these years. How had her mousy twin sister ever achieved any sort of relationship with Stan? Candy didn't know and she knew that was her loss. She could have been the one on the receiving end of such fine fucking all these years. She would never have agreed to swap husbands if Stan had performed like this with her – even once!

The woman heard the man's prick squishing hard and fast into her gooey twat. She couldn't get her head up far enough to see the thick prick penetrating the pink flaps of her cunt lips, but then she didn't have to. She could feel every movement he made.

His prick drove hard into her guts. When his balls wetly slapped against her ass, he began grinding his crotch against hers. The motion of his bush against her clit got her off.

The woman was surprised that she could respond so strongly to her very own husband. For years he had seemed so ineffectual in bed. Now he was turning her on more than any other man ever had.

Charlie had staying power. He could fuck all night long. But this was skill Stan was showing her. He knew precisely how to get her off in the biggest and best way possible. His body ground against her. The feel of his prick buried all the way up her cunt bucking and pulsating against tight pussy walls filled her with sexual need. And the sight of his nostrils flaring as he breathed heavily in her face did it.

She came harder than she ever had before.

Being tied down added to the thrill. She could scream and thrash and buck all she wanted. Her muscles pulled hard at her bonds. The sofa moved a little and the piano began to slip on the carpet, but she was still securely tied down. Never had the blonde woman thought that being tied up would be this sexy. She wondered why Stan hadn't done it to her years before.

What she had missed all this time!

"D-do it again," she moaned out. "Fuck me harder!"

"Cunt!"

He rammed into her softly yielding body repeatedly. Nothing but their hard breathing and the sound of cock sliding into aroused cunt filled the room. She came again and again – and marveled at her husband's prick. It seemed to be made out of steel. Usually he came and that was it. Not now. He seemed capable of fucking forever.

She hoped he would.

"What the fuck's going on?" came a loud voice. Candy managed to turn her head to see Charlie standing in the doorway, briefcase in hand. He had a pissed look on his face.

"Hi ya, Charlie," said Stan, not the least perturbed at being interrupted. "I was just knocking off a piece before I went home. Hope you don't mind."

Candy was appalled. Stan took being caught so easily. Here he was, fucking another man's wife in that man's house and the husband walks in. And he was so Goddamned cool!

"I told you I didn't like it while I was around. It makes me so horny I want to join in. But have fun. I'll be in the kitchen getting a beer. Want anything?"

Candy didn't believe this. Charlie found Stan fucking the woman he thought was his wife and he was as cool as Stan. He wanted to be left alone so he could drink his beer in peace.

"What?" she cried. "What the hell's going on with you two? He's got me tied down and he's fucking me! I'm your wife!"

Candy was having a harder and harder time trying to keep all this straight in her head. She knew she was supposed to be Mandy, married to Charlie. That her real husband Stan came over to knock off a quick piece of ass now and then came as a complete surprise to her, but she could live with it.

For a fucking like she was getting, she could live with anything. But she simply didn't understand Charlie's attitude. He wasn't the least bit bent out of shape at the idea of Stan fucking his wife.

"What's wrong with you, Mandy?" Charlie asked. "You usually cooperate when Stan screws you. Heaven alone knows you like it. Sure you don't want a beer?"

"Why don't you join us?" urged Stan. "We can both fuck her at the same time."

"Like we did last week?" Charlie asked, his face brightening.

Candy was horrified. They had both fucked Mandy at the same time before! And they were going to divvy her body up just like they had that slut of a sister of hers. All these years Candy had thought Mandy was the quiet type. Now she knew why she was quiet. She was getting so much cock she was worn out all the time!

"Naw, I want her pussy this time. My cock would get cold if I pulled out now."

"I don't want to fuck her up the shit chute. I want to feel that nice, tight little cunt around my pecker," Charlie argued.

"Shit-fuck!" Candy cried out. "What the hell is wrong with you two? You're arguing over me like I was a side of beef or something!"

They ignored her. A wet plopping noise marked the departure of Stan's prick from her eager cunt. She felt hollow and aching inside. She had fucked Charlie all night long and was still sore. Being tied sure didn't help her joints any. But what irritated her most was the way the men were dickering over which one would get to fuck her up the ass.

It didn't irritate her, it pissed her off mightily! "Do it, don't talk it, do it!" she finally cried out.

The two men exchanged glances and shrugged. It seemed a matter of total indifference to them what she wanted or felt. Never had she been so alone. She felt betrayed, abandoned. The idea of swapping husbands with her twin sister had seemed like such a good one at the time.

Now she wasn't so sure. She had found out that Stan could fuck with the best of them when he wanted. It had been something lacking in their marriage that had kept him from showing her all the attention she had demanded row him. And her mousy twin had been screwing both Charlie and Stan.

That more than anything else shocked her. She hadn't thought Mandy capable of such acts of sexual duplicity.

"Get her on her feet. And keep her hands and feet tied," said Charlie. "I like her like that, too."

Stan pulled Candy to her feet with surprising strength. She had known he was powerfully muscled, but nothing like Charlie. Now she wasn't so sure. The contemptuous ease with which he dragged her to her feet told a different story.

His next act took her by surprise. He didn't free her hand. He took the loose end of the ropes and fastened it to the light hanging down from overhead. He made sure the rope went around the hook in the ceiling so that she hung suspended. Toes barely reaching the ground, she had to strain to stay upright.

Candy soon found that the way he had her ankles tied prevented her from moving around too much. She couldn't even dangle from the overhead rope and spin around. He had her securely fastened with the ropes, her legs widespread and her pussy and asshole vulnerable to both the men. "Maybe I will have a beer first," said Stan. "I got powerful thirsty fucking her."

In amazement Candy saw the two men leave the room, quietly talking about how they were going to ball her after they finished off their beers! She couldn't believe this. She was humiliated by the idea she was just something to use when they got around to it. A beer was more important to them than stuffing their cocks into her hot, demanding body.

She began to cry. The salty tears raced down her face and dribbled onto the ends of her tits. She felt her nipples stir as the tears dripped off. In an odd way it aroused her. Everything aroused her. The idea that they were so impervious to her nakedness made her vow to give them the best possible fuck when they got back.