Robert Vickers: Spouse swapping twins

"Damn, this place isn't fit for man or beast," Charlie said. "It's too crowded. Let's go."

"There's a table in the corner," Candy said, pulling the man along behind her like a captive animal. She had to elbow a couple to reach the table first, but she didn't care.

The entire disco was afire with emotion. The music sent electric-like shocks up and down her spine. She didn't know if it was the music and the crow exciting her or the idea she was with her sister's husband.

"They don't intend for you to put much more than a drink on these tables, do they?" said Charlie, putting his elbows on the small circular table.

"That's all right, Charlie," she said. Then, in a voice just loud enough for him to hear over the music, Candy told him, "I'm wearing crotchless panties. Why don't you do something about that?"

Charlie did a double take. He looked at her, smiled, started to turn his head and then his attention riveted fully on the green-eyed blonde. He saw instantly she wasn't kidding him. The wicked little smile dancing at the corners of her mouth told the entire story.

For the first time in his life, Charlie was unsure of what to do. This was so unlike his wife that he suspected some sort of trap. She had always complained every time he wanted to feel her up in public. And now she had dragged him to the most crowded club in town and openly propositioned him. He didn't understand her, but he wasn't going to wait far her to change her mind, either.

"How's this?" he asked, both hands still resting on the table.

Candy almost came when she felt the man's big toe prodding between the lacy halves of her crotchless panties. He had run his foot up the inside of her thigh, pushing aside the thin dress she wore, and then rammed his toe into her hot, wet cunt hole. She was sobbing when the waitress brought their drinks.

"You okay?" asked the waitress. "You look like you're… well, you don't look so hot…"

"I… I'm all right. Really. Thanks," Candy managed to get out. She felt her lust mounting higher and higher as she talked.

Charlie's toe never left her pussy. He wiggled it back and forth so that she could get the full impact. The idea that the waitress might figure out what was going on drove her passions to the breaking point.

Just as the waitress turned to another table, Candy came. She came hard, her entire body shaking. She almost spilled her drink. Steadying the glass with both hands, she lifted it to her trembling lips.

"Easy does it," cautioned Charlie. "You don't want to choke."

"I won't," she solemnly assured him. The heat in her belly raged, growing into a fire. She was so hot to fuck that she was almost out of her mind with lust. It was great feeling his big toe slithering up and down her well-lubricated cunt lips, but she wanted his prick. She wanted a piece of the meat that Mandy complained about all the time. She wanted to fuck her sister's husband!

"Come on, let's dance," Charlie said. "We can work our way out onto the floor now."

The crowd had thinned a little and she saw that he was right. At first, she wanted to protest, then an idea came to her. She nodded her head, a tuft of blonde hair tumbling into her eyes. Pushing it back, she stood. The emptiness in her cunt made her moan like a trapped animal.

"It'll get better," he promised her.

"It's got to get closer," she said, rubbing her thigh against his crotch. She could feel his hard prick trying to turn cartwheels in his pants. She moved with the liquid grace of a lioness as she moved out onto the floor.

The lights whirled around her as she abandoned herself to the primitive beat of the music. All she knew was movement. And she moved spectacularly well. The girl felt her excitement mount when Charlie loosened up a little and began to dance with her. His own movements were as good as hers.

His pelvis thrust out in a blatantly sexual way that caused her to move closer, to him. Their crotches touched and their bodies shook as they danced. Together, apart, it didn't matter. Everything they did was intended only for them, every move packed with sexual meaning.

Soon, others watched, cheered and applauded. Candy was oblivious to all that. She wanted Charlie. She wanted Charlie's prick thrusting firm and hard and fast up her twat. Nothing less would satisfy her now.

Foreplay didn't have to be touching. It could be dancing. And she had had enough foreplay to get hot in the crotch.

"Gotta go to the little boy's room for a second," Charlie said, stopping to catch his breath.

"I have a better idea," she told him, whispering passionately in his ear. She took the time to lightly nibble at his earlobe and stroke around the rim with the flickering tip of her tongue. "Let's both go into the women's john."

"Both?"

"Sure. We can see what happens after that." She grabbed his wrist and pulled her hand up to the front of her dress. She was hot to fuck, and nothing but cock would sate her driving desires now.

"God, Mandy, you're so different tonight! Did you find a recipe for aphrodisiac?"

The woman smiled wickedly at the man. He was so unlike Stan. She could imagine Charlie's prick already throbbing with need. And it was a need that only she could satisfy. She would make sure that she was the only one who would satisfy it!

"I'm horny for you!" she hotly whispered. "And let's not talk about it. Let's do it!"

She pulled him toward the women's john. For a moment, he resisted her, then padded along behind like a dog on a leash. She knew that he didn't think she meant what she had said. She meant it. Her pussy wouldn't accept anything less right now than a hard, hot prick reaming her out.

"Wait!" he cried as she pushed open the door. Her hand hadn't released his, and her intention of actually getting him into the women's restroom was obvious now. "We can't… I mean, I can't go in there. I'd be arrested if anyone found me in the women's can!"

"That's all right. I'll be with you. Mamma'll write a note to the principal if you get caught out of school. Now, cut the chatter and let's get it on!"

The door slammed shut behind the man. He glanced around nervously. The layout wasn't much different from the men's john, but there wasn't a urinal on the wall and the stalls seemed larger.

Charlie knew that another woman would come in any second and find him. Then it would be all over for the both of them.

"What's wrong?" she panted. "Aren't I good enough for you?"

Her hands slowly lifted the hem of her skirt. He gulped twice when he saw her crotchless panties. They were made of frilly black lace. The sexy woman's hot, drooling pussy lips poked through the flaps. They visibly throbbed with lust.

The woman's legs parted and she stood with hot desire in front of him. His cock was jerking fiercely now. He had to get it out and ram it deep into that seething cunt.

He forgot all about the fact that he was in the women's restroom and at any second might be caught fucking this wanton woman. All that mattered to him now was getting his rocks off.

"I want you bad," he moaned. "I got to fuck you!"

"Here?" she taunted. "In the women's john?"

Her tits rose and fell as she talked, teasing him. She had always had fantasies of something like this happening to her. Some man would follow her into the restroom and then fuck her before anyone could discover what was happening.

Candy knew that her husband would never do a thing like that, even to please her, to allow her to fulfill her innermost desires. But she could make Charlie do it. The man was as oversexed as she was. He would do anything for a good fuck.

And she intended to make this the best fuck of his life. Screwing didn't have to be measured by quantity. Quality counted. She was hot because of the switch of husbands with her sister, but she was also ready to fuck because of the dancing and the music and the toe-fucking. Now, she was living out her fantasy of fucking in the john. She'd make damned sure he got off on this!