Unknown: Racial swap-night

"Why'd you do that?" she asked.

"I want to know what's going on with that mirror," Eddie said.

He stood before the mirror and saw into what he recognized as a kind of study. In profile view, he suddenly saw in horrified recognition, his young newlywed wife, Alyce, completely naked, bending over a desk and Clay Marsdale slaving away behind her, moving his hips back and forth, shoving his monstrously erect cock into his wife's asshole! He was stunned beyond belief!

"It's Alyce and Clay! Your husband is fucking my wife in the ass!" he roared, bounding nakedly, for the door.

His hand was on the door knob jerking open the door when Clay's Chinese wife's voice stopped him.

"Hold it, Eddie. It isn't what you think! Alyce is fucking Clay because she wants to!" she said with conviction.

She came off the bed with feline grace.

"Would you like to hear what's going on in there," she asked, smiling her inscrutable little smile.

Reaching out to the side of the mirror, she pressed a button. Instantly, the bedroom was flooded with the lewd, amplified sounds from her husband's study.

Alyce's voice came to them unmistakable from the speakers.

"Clay! I want more! I want something shoved in my cunt too!"

Eddie froze!

Jesus, suffering Christ! She's asking for it!

Things began to form together in his mind.

"Did he show Alyce the videotape of me with Sally Dunn? Is that why she's doing this? Did you trap both of us?"

"Really Eddie, are you trying for an academic award or something? Stop being so Goddam melodramatic! It's just a little device we use to get couples to swap. A little subtle persuasion, shall we say?"

"More like blackmail," he grunted.

"That is a little harsh, Eddie. You're a big boy now. You can make up your mind about things. All the others at the club have."

"But my wife… it's not right!"

"Oh, I see. The old double standard rears its ugly head. She has every right to enjoy sex and get the most out of it." She reached down between them to fondle his flaccid prick. It was beginning to grow harder in her hand. Suddenly, he had an idea that came to him in his anger. He had been asking himself questions, but there had been precious few answers coming to him from the welter of conflicting thoughts. Now, the one idea was foremost in his mind.

He put his distorted, single-track idea into immediate use, not thinking, not considering the rightness of it, nor the wrongness of his actions.

"Come on, Nina," he said. "Let's make this a real party! Let's go into the study!"

Nina smiled up at him, her brown Oriental eyes shining, "I thought you'd never get around to it," she said. Then, more loudly, "Clay darling. We're going to join you!"

Marsdale's voice came over the speaker to them. "By all means my love," he grunted, as he ground himself harder into Eddie's wife's tight little asshole.

Nina and Eddie came into the study. Alyce was only partially aware that they were there. She was absorbed, mesmerized. She continued to try and cram the tennis racquet handle full length into her cunt but of course it was impossible.

Eddie was sickened, but he would not change his mind now. He took charge of the scene.

"Get her on the desk! I'm going to fuck her cunt-hole at the same time," he said.

Marsdale glanced up at him, pleased with his employee's inventiveness. Together, they maneuvered Alyce, who was only half-conscious of what was going on, to the desk top. Clay took her again, burying his thick cock deeper up her ass and rolling to his back with Alyce impaled like a fly on top of him.

Her tennis pro husband clambered to the desk top and planted himself astraddle of Marsdale's legs, spread his wife's thighs and pushed the tennis racquet aside and aimed his massive cudgel at her warmly dripping cunt and rammed it home in her vaginal vault.

"Is that enough cock for you now?" he screamed pumping furiously.

Alyce screamed with the realization of what he was doing.

"Have you gone mad? Ohhhhh… aaaauiieeeewwwww!" she cried in uncontrollable ecstasy.

Blindly, he fucked into her, his passion mounting. As he plunged, wildly, into the softness of her open, flowering cunt, he could feel the huge bulge of Marsdale's cock through the thin wall of tissue separating her vagina and anal passage.

Alyce was shocked, almost horrified beyond reason when Eddie mounted her and thrust into her with such violence, but strangely, unaccountable, the two massive pricks ravishing both pelvic orifices began to bring her to an unknown ecstasy. She was beginning to feel completely filled and fulfilled. The delirious transport glazed her eyes, and she was half-unconscious, aware only of the slamming sensations in her loins. She could not move. Could not react. She was skewered on two giant all-consuming cocks. All she could do was lie there and let the two men ram their monstrous shafts into her, however, she could not understand why her husband had joined them.

Oh, Eddie, what's happening to us?

Nina could stand it no longer. She had to have a piece of the action. She climbed to the top of the desk and insinuated her lithe Oriental body between Eddie and Alyce, her crotch over Alyce's face. Alyce had never done it before, but suddenly, she knew what she must do. Her tongue snaked out and began to lick and probe, tasting the femaleness of her, as well as the pungent cum that Eddie had left there, deep in the vaginal vault of Nina Marsdale.

Clay, beneath her, reached his climax. He grunted his satisfaction, as his cock jetted white, hot streams of viscous sperm into her back passage. Her jerked upward, spasmodically, driving deeper and deeper into her backside; finally, he dropped back spent, his cock jerking until the full load of sperm had been expended, deep, deep in the far hidden recesses of the young, lust-crazed wife's asshole.

Eddie was like a machine, as he pistoned into Alyce, and now she was on the brink of orgasmic release. She felt it coming. Her body spasmed, deliciously, the sensations shaking her, slicing into her and leaving her satiated, spent, on the verge of unconsciousness.

Dimly, as in a dream, she heard her own scream, a piercingly high note ricocheting through the room. "Oh you bastards! Fuck me! Fuck every hole! Aaaaahhhh… ohhhhhhhhh… in my cunt… in my ass… fuck me… fuck me… harder… harder… faster… I'm almost… oh… there… I'm… cuuummmuinnnggg!"

Alyce had turned her face aside as she came to her release. Nina atop her realized that she could not function for her, now. Glancing down between her legs, she saw that Alyce's eyes were closed now that she was practically unconscious.

"Fuck me now, Eddie!" Nina said, desperately, sliding back and raising her hips to him.

Eddie knelt up and slid his cock rigidly into her moistly ready cunt in one smooth motion, ramming the shaft all the way home in her. He was a wild man. He fucked with driving fury. He machine gunned into her as she demanded.

Nina responded to him with like abandon. She came back at him with strong, vigorous strokes of her own, and the massive hardness of him filled her and brought her to the heights. She came and came again, her orgasm bringing with it a euphoria and completeness, and her cry of joy resounded, again and again, but she could not relax, yet. Eddie was still driving into her, his own ejaculation delayed. She knew that she would have to help bring him to release.

"Would it be easier for you to cum if you do what we did the other night?" she asked.

"Christ, yes!" he gasped under his mighty laboring.

Reaching back and under, Nina guided his giant phallus, alternating between her softly pliant cunt and the resilient sponginess of her voraciously sucking asshole. In a few strokes… asshole… cunt… asshole… cunt… his sperm shot into her vaginal vault, hosing through him, pumping with unrelenting force, the viscous semen spewing in an almost endless stream.