Roger Fitzgerald - The Hollywood swappers

He clutched at her hips, flexing deeper and harder into the warm depths of her vaginal passage from behind, like an animal, feeling his balls slapping hard against the tiny nub of her clitoris, the pressure of his lunge pushing her head down against the blanket and the ground beneath it painfully.

"Oooooohhhh… ooooohhh, fuck it… fuck it… fuck it good baby," the blonde wife moaned crazily…

… And just a few feet away, in stunned disbelief, stood Charles Radwin, a startled gasp bursting from his throat at the sight he had found in his own backyard. He stood absolutely motionless for a long, breathless second, then his body began to sway and his vision clouded, and it seemed for a moment as if he would collapse. He put out his hand blindly, encountered the patio railing, and leaned his weight against that. With his other hand he rubbed the hot sweat from his eyes, clearing his vision, and stared stupefied at the carnal sight his brain at first had almost refused to comprehend.

His lovely wife… the women he loved and trusted… was being fucked from behind like an animal by Don Carpenter, as his wife Rachel watched rubbing her own warmly secreting cunt with glee.

The shocked husband fought to sort out his wildly swirling thoughts, searching for some explanation to the salacious carnality being enacted right before his eyes, in the cherished privacy of his own backyard. But no answer was ready, and he could only stare as if hypnotized at the lascivious actions of his beautiful wife and the rutting middle aged man fucking long and hard into her from behind.

But then his eyes fastened on another incredible sight exposed to his shocked eyes. The dark hair-fringed cunt, moist and glistening in the afternoon sun, of Rachel Carpenter, who was staring with inviting lasciviousness at him now.

And suddenly, insanely, his cock began to stir and throb crazily in his pants, to rise slowly into an erection as he stared at the lewdness before him. God, it couldn't be true. But he was being wildly aroused by the sight of his wife being fucked like a dog… and his desire was building for the famous actress whose thighs were spread before him.

Then Rachel rose to her feet and began moving towards Charles. As he began to walk similarly toward the dark-haired beauty, his prick was hammering with a fiery intensity and his balls were aching, aching with the need for release, aching with the need to take part in the obscene orgy.

Now, just a few feet from the couple on the blanket, Rachel stood before him, naked and proud, her pelvic region thrust out to him, the sun shining tantalizingly off the dark brown, thickly soft pubic hair partially hiding her wet pink insatiable cunt. Her smile was age-old, her face sheened with excitement and sweat, and she stared straight into his burning eyes. "Hello, Charles, darling," she cooed softly.

"Lisa… my wife…" he groaned mindlessly, his painful confusion returning momentarily.

"Yes, darling… your wife… she's enjoying it, isn't she? She's enjoying Don's big hard cock inside her…"

"Oh God… Oh God…"

"Why don't you and I do the same thing, Charles?" she droned on. "Why don't we fuck like they're fucking… all of us fucking together, Lisa and Don, you and me… your cock is so hard, Charles. I can see that it is, wouldn't you like to have it inside my ass, honey, fucking me with your big cock while you watch Lisa…"

A low, tortured guttural sound purled from the lust-incited husband's throat and by that sound, Rachel knew that she had won. She stepped forward, pressing her hot, voluptuous nakedness against his body, her hand slipping down to cup and stroke his cloth-encased genitals. He didn't move, his eyes still fastened on his wife, and just stood there as the panting brunette unfastened his belt, pulled his trousers down and his undershorts aside, and began to stroke his naked, bulging cock, her little finger extended downward to tantalize the burgeoning sac of his balls. She pressed her naked firm breasts against his bare arm, rubbing the nipples over the hairy flesh, and began kissing him on the neck and throat with her hot, moist lips as she continued to fondle and caress his prick and testicles.

On the blanket, Lisa Radwin had begun to moan in delighted pleasure and her brain was reeling furiously, while her long silken blonde hair swirled like a soft cloud around her head. The totally abandoned, totally aroused young wife buffeted back harder and harder against the dark-haired actors pistoning shaft, feeling his bloated testicles slap harshly against her throbbing clitoris.

"Oooohhhh, yessss, Don," she heard her voice screech, "do it to me… harder, harder, do it, do it, uuummmmmm!"

Charles heard his desire-drugged young wife cry out, the words which she chanted so passionately, so mindlessly, words which now were tremendously exciting to the lust-delirious husband, causing his cock to palpitate with incredible pressure in the tight, hot clasp of Rachel Carpenter's fingers. Charles kissed Rachel now with his eyes wide open, watching his wife before him. Lisa's eyes were closed, her head flailing wildly, and there was such a look of wanton passion on her face that it was incredible. God damn! This is insane.

Below, his throbbing cock lurched crazily in Rachel's hand, and furiously he stabbed his tongue into the older actresses mouth to savor her sweetness. She matched his fury as she sucked back avidly and his hands were brutal now with passion, confusion and anger. For a moment, Rachel released her grip, and Charles knew what he wanted to do… her pussy, gleaming at him in the sun was like a hot molten magnet… He had to eat it, had to lick the moist hot opening to her womanhood. He grabbed one of her full mooned buttocks in either hand and his fingers dug cruelly into the soft pliancy of her flesh, which oozed through his fingers like kneaded bread dough. She moaned softly up into his mouth. At the same time he heard Lisa on the blanket.

"Oh… Oooohh! That… feeels… so… gooood!"

Charles knelt between Rachel's legs and groaned aloud as he dropped his mouth down between the satin smoothness of Don Carpenter's wife's lusciously tapered thighs. Her pussy glistened brilliantly with viscid moisture, and he could see it waiting there, so red in the sunlight, waiting for his tantalizing tongue. He poised there for a moment, and Rachel reached out, put a hand behind his neck and pulled his head down gently, but firmly. "God… Charles…" she breathed. "Don't keep me waiting."

Without hesitation, then, his tongue snaked out to bore deep into the pulsating mouth of her cunt. He heard her sighing moan and felt the erotic shock of it in her body, as she greedily undulated her hips up to his face.

Wave after delightful wave of building sensations shimmered through Lisa Radwin like summer heat lightning, as she lay there naked in her own backyard, while Rachel's husband fucked into her cunt from behind. She was so involved with the ecstatic enjoyment of what was happening to her that she was only casually aware of someone else's presence in the yard. All she wanted was to be fucked and fucked until she exploded like Mount Vesuvius.

Don's mammoth cock was driving her absolutely wild with rapture. "Fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck," she cried wildly as his balls were dancing insanely on the sensitive head of her clitoris.

Kneeling between Rachel's thighs, his own tongue plunging in and out of her moistly warm vagina, Charles heard his wife's plea to Carpenter. The obscene sounds made by the man's fucking cock came clearly to him from just a few feet away. God damn! As much as jealousy still tore at his heart, it was still the most incredibly erotic situation he had ever found himself in.

And then he heard Don Carpenter's wife whispering to him: "God! Charles… lick my clit… keep licking… don't stop!"