Roger Fitzgerald: The Hollywood swappers

Lisa felt the awful emptiness in her unfulfilled vagina now and desperately reached back with her own finger to continue what Don had left unfinished. Now the desperately aching husband was slamming into his wife's mouth with increasing force, drawing his swollen cock nearly out of her tight, moist lips clasping at it hungrily, then plunging in again until his swollen testicles slapped hard against her chin. The pressure was mounting, mounting, in his billowing scrotum, and his head swam wildly with the impending knowledge of his cumming, of his filling his wife with torrents of rushing, hotly burning seed…

"I'll do it for you… I'll do it… Oh Don… darling… eat me while I suck on Lisa." Rachel's voice reached the blonde wife's ears as if from a great distance, and then she felt something warm and sharp piercing her cunt… the other woman's tongue, while at the same time Rachel pushed Lisa's own hand away.

Lisa began now to toss her head in frenzied abandoned ecstasy, impaled on the other woman's tongue while her mouth was impaled on her husband's rock-hard shaft. Her mouth was fastened to his cock and she sucked still harder, trying to milk it, as her pussy was trying to milk Rachel's pistoning tongue.

"I'm almost… there…" Charles shouted in mindless ecstasy and she was almost there herself, as was Rachel, whose own steaming cunt was now being expertly manipulated by her own husband's tongue and mouth.

Charles increased his pace even more, deepening his thrusts as she writhed wildly beneath Rachel, grinding up and down on her tongue with incredible fury, her legs twitching wide, her toss curling as she lurched her legs wide and upwards. He knew that both women were near orgasm now and he pounded deeper, deeper into Lisa's throat.

"Ooooohh, ohhhh, ooohhhhh," Lisa chanted around his cock as she felt her orgasm climbing to the very pinnacle.

And then she convulsed between her husband and Rachel, as her pussy walls began to secrete their warm gushes of wet sticky fluid around Rachel's tongue. She was cumming, cumming… And then Rachel too, felt her own orgasm approaching and suddenly the two women were groaning wildly, uncontrollably at the same time as their orgasms hit simultaneously.

And Charles could hold back no longer as his own hot churning sperm was about to race through his cock to fill his wife's mouth. He jerked wildly, spasming, her mouth sucking at him feverishly, and then his orgasm struck fully and his balls erupted burning fire from within them, causing his body to tremble in palsied motion. His juices spurted from the opening in his prickhead far into the waiting throat of his wife's still moaning mouth… a never-ending flow which almost choked her as she furiously worked to swallow every last drop of his wonderful cum… Until finally he collapsed, spent and satisfied.

But now Don Carpenter's cock was erect and excited once again and he was moving towards Lisa with the idea of fucking her still once more.

Suddenly Charles was alert again. "All right you bastard… You and you're lesbian slut of a wife have had your fun here… Now get the hell out… before I kill you."

"Hey," Don said, in his deep rich baritone, trying to sound both calm and authoritative a ridiculous contrast to his quickly wilting penis. "Don't get the wrong idea Radwin! She's done all this of her own free will."

Charles looked at Lisa. The pleasure of her orgasm had receded and on her face now was a look of total confusion and anxiety. "Did you do all this of your own free will or did they drug you again… The truth Lisa… I want the truth…"

"I… I don't know… I can't remember…" Her mind was still vague and fogged from the Vin Mariani.

"You'd better remember baby… you'd just better…"

Rachel looked imploring at her husband. "Come on love… let's get out of here… We just gave this guy what was probably the best time of his life and he's angry… People…! Well it takes all kinds…"

"You're not going anywhere…" Charles said and something he his tone stopped them cold… "Until I find out exactly what went on here this afternoon."

Lisa looked so helpless and confused now that Charles tried a new tack with her. He went over and gently began to run his fingers through her long blonde hair in a comforting way. "Now just think about it honey… what happened…"

"Well, Rachel came over to visit… and I offered her coffee… and she asked me to try this liqueur…"

"What kind of liqueur… where's the fucking bottle…"

"In the kitchen…"

"Okay…" he said rushing to his feet and running into the house. The bottle of the Mariani was on the table… he read the label… Cocaine! 1893… what the…? Holy shit. This is insane. I can't blame my wife when they keep drugging her… but this stuff is illegal and I'm gonna make those two pay for this so that they'll never forget what happens when you mess with Charles Radwin.

He came back out into the backyard, brandishing the bottle in one hand and carrying the phone with its long cord, in the other. "Okay… you bastards… you took advantage of my wife… and you know what I'm going to do… You broke the law… you're no better than the pusher who turns innocent kids on… And I'm gonna see you pay your dues for this one…"

"What do you think you're doing?" asked Don his voice still resounding with composure and confidence.

"That self-assured act won't work with me… I'm calling the police and this is the evidence."

A wide smile spread across Don Carpenter's face. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"That sounds like a bad line out of one of your B movies," Charles said sarcastically. "But you're full of shit…"

"Well, perhaps you should hear me out first… That is… a man we both know owes me a favor… a biggy… he was indiscreet and I helped him out. And I'm the only one who knows the details…"

"Shit," Charles exclaimed… "You could have been a grade B writer as well as a bad actor…"

Suddenly Lisa's soft voice penetrated the air. "I think you'd better listen to him darling."

"That's right Charles," Rachel said. "Farley Greendawn is the mutual acquaintance Don is referring to… and I do believe you owe all this…" She swept her hand to include the house and the magnificent Bel-Air scenery… "To Farley… It could all disappear tomorrow if you continue to be so silly…"

"Why… why that's blackmail."

Rachel laughed. "Now who's writing the melodrama… It's business darling, merely business."

Charles was crushed. It wasn't that he was not a man of principle… but to give up everything he had worked for so long and so hard not the house and the neighborhood that was just the icing on the cake… but the work itself… it was a passion… a passion grand enough at times to interfere even with his marriage. Shit! The Carpenters had him by the balls, and man, it was painful.

"Charles dear, have a drink to calm you down!" said Rachel and handed him the bottle of Mariani. Before he realized what he had done, he had taken a couple of deep swigs of the cocaine-laced beverage.

A few moments later Rachel was rubbing her smoothly tanned, fully round breams against his still-bare back. "Now honey," she said… "why don't we all just be good neighbors… Doesn't this feel good," she cooed… "Doesn't it…?"

And before the Radwins realized what was happening, they were once again involved in orgiastic pleasure with their corrupt neighbors.

The next morning, when Charles and Lisa were again alone, they realized they had been forever transformed. They had found pleasure and freedom greater than anything they had ever known, but they were all too aware of the price… a double price… which was the loss forever of the innocence of their love, and the knowledge that the demands of the world had compromised their ideals. It wasn't bad and it wasn't good… it was just growing older.