Robert Vickers: Spouse swapping twins

"I don't know, Charlie. Why haven't we?" she asked coyly, running her hands up and down the front of his suit. Her fingers moved under the lapels of his jacket and she pulled him closer.

For a moment, they stood still, staring into one another's eyes. Then their lips met. Once again, Candy could feel the need billowing up inside of her. The sexual tensions were almost more than she could bear.

Her tongue flicked out and drove between the man's lips. He resisted for a second, and this only made her all the more daring. Her tongue slithered into his wet mouth and sought out his tongue. Finding it, she swirled her own around the tip, teasing, promising much more to come.

The kiss deepened, and their hands sought out each other's bodies. She felt her tits begin to heave as her heart, hammered in her chest, making her keenly aware of how turned on she was.

The dancing had done part of it. The simple act of moving out on the dance foot to the sexy disco music had gotten her started. Then she had allowed him to toe-fuck her. Only the two of them in the entire crowded disco had known what was going on under the table. She couldn't have stopped herself from leading him off to the women's john then. Her fantasies had overtaken her.

Candy was not the least bit disappointed in acting out her fantasy of fucking in a public restroom. She had loved every second of it. She had felt more alive and turned on than she had in years, in more years than she cared to remember. Even her honeymoon hadn't been on par with that emotional pitch. Perhaps the first time she had fucked might equal it, but she doubted it.

Fantasies were powerful, and she had lived hers out. But she had others, and didn't think that Charlie would mind living them out too. He would be willing to indulge her and treat her with the respect she wanted. He would also give her all the hard, long prick she could stand.

She broke off the kiss and said hotly, "I've always wanted to go on a big game hunt. Why don't you be the hunter and let me be the tiger?"

"What?" asked Charlie, still thinking more of the softness and passion of her lips than anything else. "What do you mean?"

"I got turned on at the disco. Let's keep going. I don't want to go to bed right now, not like this."

"What do you mean, 'not like this'?"

She pulled his hand down to the crotch of her dress. A good-sized spot had wet her dress where her pussy had leaked out its surplus of cunt juices. There was no mistaking what she meant.

"Goddamn, Mandy, you never wanted to fuck more than once a week before. Something really changed you. You… you're sex-starved now!"

"Don't you like it, stud?"

"I love it!"

"Then let's do something about it. Mighty hunter!"

She slipped away from his arms and dashed off into the darkness of the house. Candy hoped he wouldn't turn on the lights. It would be all the more exciting if he stalked her in the dark. She dropped to her hands and knees and began prowling through the hallways. Coming back into the front room, the woman was surprised to find the man was gone.

"Grrrrr!" she roared. "The mighty beast of the jungle is hungry! She's hunting for dinner!"

As she worked her way through the living room, she slowly stripped out of her clothes. She tossed aside the expensive gown as if it meant nothing to her. Candy knew her twin sister would shit if she saw her callous disregard of expensive clothes. To her, it meant nothing compared to the promise of fucking later on. A million dresses couldn't compare to one great fucking.

She was totally naked, and her bare white skin flashed in the darkness of the front room. She edged out into the hall again, wondering where Charlie had gone. She began waving, her ass in the air as she crawled on hands and knees to the bedroom. He wouldn't have gone there!

But he had. She found his shirt laying on the floor. She bent down, picked it up with her teeth, and tossed it onto the bed. This simple act made her feel even lustier than before. She was becoming a tiger, but not just any tiger. She was a tiger in heat, a savage beast of the jungle, looking for a kill.

"Where is my prey?" she called out. She roared to lend authenticity to it, then listened. She heard sounds coming from the kitchen. Still an her hands and knees, she raced through the house and to the kitchen.

Empty.

She found the man's trousers dangling over a chair. This was evidence that he was playing the game too, and her pussy began to churn and boil with need. Charlie was in the spirit of the game now. He was stripping for hot and heavy action, whenever they happened to find one another.

"Hungry for meat! A man's meat!" she called out.

The only response was a slight shuffling noise from the living room. She crawled there, fast.

She could see nothing. Moving from side to side, she explored the dark room. Stopping for a moment, she listened. She could hear the man's light breathing, which was becoming heavier as he anticipated what was going to happen. He was turned on by the game, too.

She crept up on him, when he least expected it.

The man, was crouched near the end of the sofa. Candy came up from behind, saw his balls clanging limply under his ass, and dived for them. Her mouth fastened over the hairy sac as she began to suck, lick and tease with the tip of her tongue.

The blonde thought the man was going to come right then and there. He screamed with surprise and leaped up. His prick had been hanging limply between his legs, but her brief tonguing made the prick snap to rigid attention.

"Gotcha!" she cried.

"Is that any way for a tiger to talk?" he asked, turning and dropping to his knees beside her. They were both gloriously naked, and ready for anything, he saw.

"I got my prey. Now I claim my prize."

"Which is?"

"Meat!" she cried, shoving her face into his crotch.

Her tongue raked along the entire length of his prick, just like a feline sampling a tasty morsel of meat. She made lewd, noises as she gobbled the cock, licking and kissing and sucking on it. The hot musky taste aroused her even more. She truly felt like a savage beast as she tongued his balls and the hard shaft of his pocket.

"Ummm, I like it when I'm being eaten like this," he said. "I give myself over to the tiger, willingly!"

"What?" she cried her surprise. "The hunter is giving up so easily?"

"You've got my gun. I'm helpless now."

He rolled onto his back, his prick jutting straight up from his crotch. It was apparent that he wanted her to continue giving him head. She clawed savagely at his leg with her fingernails and drew blood.

"Hey, watch it! I… ohhhhh, shiiiiiit!" he cried.

The pain mixed pleasurably with the suction she applied to the head of his cock. Her tongue snared the dancing prick and pulled it in between her ruby lips. Blonde hair falling down and tickling his balls and belly, she began to suck for all she was worth. She knew that her sister hated giving men blowjobs. To her, it was a chore that should be avoided.

Candy felt differently, a lot differently. The idea of having a man's prick in her mouth excited her. She felt so near to the center of a man's being that way. She could control him, make him jump, and give infinite pleasure at the same time.

"Ummn, God! Why didn't I take up tiger hunting earlier?" Charlie moaned. "This jungle is dangerous. The jaws! I love them!"

She made gobbling noises as she took his entire cock into her mouth. The rubbery tip bounced off of the roof of her mouth, then lodged in her throat. She had to hold her breath to keep from gagging, but it was worth it to her. The feel of his cock pulsing hotly in her throat excited her even more. She thought she might come then and there. She concentrated on the intensely pleasant feelings growing in her belly. She wanted to come like she had never come before. Nothing less than total, soul-searing orgasm would do for her now. Living out her fantasies demanded that she attain higher and higher levels of arousal each time, or she would be disappointed.