Rex Taylor - Overeager wife

Maggie's hand was inside Christina's jeans and her lips were sucking Belinda's when the car came to a stop. She looked around to see that they had reached their destination. It was a large stone-built house on the northern edge of town. She and Ted had passed it often on their Sunday drives but she had never dreamed that someday she'd be attending a swap party in that very house.

Maggie sighed. She straightened her dress, replacing it around one exposed tit, shifting her ass to get her panties lined up once more. Belinda zipped up her jumpsuit, all the way to the neck. Her fingers hesitated a moment, holding the zipper tab, and she smiled, pulling it halfway down so that the slick leather front was sufficiently open to reveal the inner curves of her rounded tits.

Christina plopped her wide-brimmed hat onto her head and led the other girls out of the car. Maggie and Ted, holding hands nervously, followed their friends to the front door.

A woman answered the bell. She was strikingly handsome, perhaps forty-five years old. The surprisingly firm swells of her tits, surmounted by large dark nipples, could be seen through the sheer silkiness of her blouse. Her hair was so artfully tinged in gray that Maggie suspected the woman of using a streak or rinse to achieve the effect.

"Hello," she cooed to them, leaning forward to kiss each new arrival on the cheek. Her tit brushed Maggie's arm, sending a tingle of good vibrations through the younger woman's body. "It's so nice to have you with us. But I don't think…"

"This is Ted Spencer," Belinda said, "and his wife Maggie. They're friends of ours." She slipped her arm round Maggie's waist and gave a squeeze. "Very good friends."

The woman was looking at Ted with interested eyes. "I hope we'll all be very good friends," she said softly. "Come inside. Everyone's in the drawing room. Why don't you take Ted and Maggie inside and introduce them around?" She closed the door, fastening its lock from the inside, and walked them down the hall, through a set of double doors, into the drawing room.

It was a large room, neither too bright nor too dim. Chairs and sofas were placed here and there, and a bar stood in one corner, near a table of hors d'oeuvres. Maggie looked around as she entered the room, her eyes searching for familiar faces, but there was no one here she knew.

"Drink?" Belinda asked, and Maggie nodded. The three girls went to the bar and Belinda did the honors. "Would you prefer to be introduced to everyone or would you rather make your own acquaintances?"

"I think I'd like to play it by ear," Maggie replied. "This is going to take some getting use to."

"Not really," Belinda said. "Basically this should be closed swinging, you'll find someone who turns you on and, if both of you agree, you go upstairs. The upper story has six or eight bedrooms. I see we have a large crowd tonight so there may be a bit of doubling up, but you shouldn't mind that."

"It won't be entirely closed," Christina observed. "I see your Uncle Dan is up to his old tricks."

Belinda and Maggie looked to their right. A graying man sat on a couch in a dim corner with a petite young blonde. He was talking to her, puffing on a pipe as he spoke, while her hands toyed with his formidably erect cock, protruding through the open zipper of his trousers.

"Come on," Belinda said. "You have to meet Uncle Dan. After all, he's the host."

"Is he really your uncle?" Maggie whispered, just a bit shocked by the suggestiveness of it.

"Honorary," Belinda replied. "He used to be in business with Daddy but he sold out his half years ago and retired to enjoy the money. I suppose it's kind of freaky, in a way. I thought it was, the first time I met him at a party, but we're all cool. I couldn't make it with him, of course it would almost be like balling Daddy, but Christina says he's dynamite. Maybe sometime I'll conquer my inhibitions and give him a shot."

Dan looked up as the two girls approached. "Hey!" he said enthusiastically. "I'm glad you could come."

"It's nice to be here," she smiled. "Uncle Dan, this is my friend Maggie. She's new."

"Hi," Maggie said, shaking Dan's hand. Beside him the little blonde was still fondling his cock.

"You know Mary Beth, don't you?" Dan asked. Obviously he liked his women young – the girl barely looked of age. Eighteen would be a long shot, Maggie decided. And she was aware that Dan's eyes were appraising her frankly, staring at the way her nylon dress clung and molded the curves and swells of her body. No, she told herself. She couldn't do it with him. He reminded her too much of her own father.

A few pleasantries exchanged, the girls walked away, leaving Uncle Dan to his nymphet partner and her coy hands. Maggie had always thought of swinging as a young people's game – somehow it startled her now to notice that most of the people present were older than she and Ted. Indeed, she and her husband, the Rodgers', Christina, and Mary Beth seemed to comprise the entire youth contingent at the party.

No – there was a young man, delicately handsome. He appeared to be in his very early twenties. He and Ted and David were carrying on a conversation some distance away, too far for Maggie to pick up their words.

"Hmm," Belinda observed. "I see Andrew Dawson came out of the closet for the night."

"Is that him?" Maggie wondered. "He doesn't look like…"

"I'll bet he's propositioning our husbands right now," Belinda replied. And, as Maggie watched, she saw Ted's face go scarlet red. His lips swelled in anger and his fist clenched by his side. David turned to him with a quick smile and Ted's anger subsided a bit.

"Ted doesn't go for that kind of stuff, I take it," the blonde said. "Too bad. I hear Andrew is marvelous in bed. Of course, I scare him a little. He feels more at ease with Christina, because she's had the gay side herself. Maybe someday…"

David and the other man went out together, talking softly. Ted watched them go, a startled, stunned expression on his face. It didn't last long. Someone bumped his shoulder and when he turned around he saw the sheer-topped woman who had met them at the door. She took one of his hands in hers and began what appeared to be a very animated conversation, which he soon reciprocated.

"That's Aunt Marion," Belinda commented. "I don't know whether I got you properly introduced or not. She's Uncle Dan's wife. I'd love to make it with her – she has such hard, sexy tits, especially for a woman her age. Can you tell that she's in her early fifties?"

"She's very good-looking," Maggie said. "Why don't you give her a try?"

"Oh, same thing," Belinda shrugged. "She used to bounce me on her knee when I was a baby. It just wouldn't seem right."

Belinda's "Aunt" Marion seemed to blossom into full flower as she talked to Ted in the midst of the party. Her cheeks were flushed and lively, her eyes active, darting, her lips moving in sensuous promise. Maggie became aware that this older woman was in the midst of making a play for Ted.

"Aunt Marion likes them young too," Belinda said. "Why shouldn't she have that right, anyway? I mean, look at Uncle Dan. Good Lord! That teenybopper is actually going down on him right here. Look for yourself!"

It was true. Blonde Mary Beth, her corn silk hair shielding most of the details, had her head in Dan's lap, but the expression on the graying man's face left no doubt whatsoever as to what was going on. He was steam boating his pipe, blue-gray smoke puffing into the air in thick bursts.

Couples were leaving the room now. Maggie saw them go, some talking in a serious manner, some laughing drunkenly. She looked for Ted but he was nowhere in sight.

"Aunt Marion works pretty fast," Belinda said. "So does Christina."

Christina had already removed her floppy hat and placed it under the bar counter for safekeeping. Now, as she talked to a thirtyish man in a safari suit, she was flipping open the snap-buttons of her denim jacket, slipping it off her shoulder. Underneath she wore nothing but her firm, conical tile, their nipples big and – green?