Rex Taylor: Overeager wife

Maggie sighed, the action causing her tits to rise even higher in the bodice of her dress, and she saw David smile, showing some of his even, capped teeth. He must be dynamite in a courtroom, she taught, especially if there are women on the jury.

She realized that weakness was seeping into her system and she tried to fight it. Hastily Maggie tried to imagine David and Belinda at their swapping sessions, each of them fucking on a bed with a stranger. Her mind stripped the clothes away from their bodies, strove to conjure up partners for them. Did they fuck on the same bed? she wondered, or did they have the common decency to take their temporary lovers to separate bedrooms. It was depraved and disgusting, she reminded her conscience. To know that your mate was enjoying sex with another person while you did the same. How could they live with themselves? What did they say to one another afterward? "How was your girl, David?"

"She was a spectacular fuck, Belinda. How about yours?"

"Gad, darling, you should have seen the way he could swing his cock!"

Maggie stared at their faces, searching desperately for the signs of immorality, which she knew must be there. And still David reminded her of nothing more than a straight-A college senior, while Belinda might be the granddaughter of Mary.

Something stirred her to full consciousness, breaking into her thoughts. Ted was rising from the sofa.

"Come upstairs," Belinda was saying, "and I'll show you David's study. I designed it myself and I'm very proud of it."

"Okay, honey?" Ted asked his wife, and Maggie nodded. She watched as her husband followed Belinda's twitching ass into the hallway and up the staircase. When she looked back David was on his feet, walking toward her. A gulp caught in Maggie's throat.

"Can I freshen your drink?" he was asking. "I'm not as good a bartender as Belinda…" but Maggie shook her head, raising the three quarters-full glass. He smiled and went to the bar. She watched over her shoulder as he mixed himself a new drink. He didn't use much gin, she thought. That was a good sign. Too many people drank entirely too much and it was nice to see someone else who could use alcohol in a restrained fashion. Instead of returning to his chair he sat down on the floor beside Maggie's perch on the sofa, still smiling in his infectious way.

"If you're that nervous about it," he said, "maybe you should forget the idea altogether. Some people aren't cut out for swinging."

Maggie took a hasty drink, smearing her lips with vodka Collins. She dabbed tern with the back of a finger, heart fluttering in her chest. "It-it – wasn't my id-idea," she stammered, unable to believe that the burden had been lifted from her soul so easily.

David nodded. He sipped at his drink thoughtfully for a few moments, then put it down. "Well," he said, rising slowly to his feet, "why don't we go upstairs and find our partners and break the bad news to them. I'm afraid Belinda is going to be disappointed, and so am I, but it can't be helped. Neither of us believes in forcing other people to do what they don't want."

Maggie should have been more grateful than she was, and she knew it. Once again her feet seemed to be made of lead and, for a moment, all she really understood was that David had regretted not being able to fuck her. It was the nearest to a pass she'd received since marrying, and she felt uneasy as well as flattered to know that he had found her attractive.

Side by side they climbed the stain. David broke the silence. "They should be in my study," and he pointed to the room at the right of the stair head. He hung back and let Maggie precede him. She turned, her lips staffing to form her husband's name as she peered through the open door of David's study. The word never left her lips.

They presented her with a perfect profile. Ted stood before the big desk, wearing only his undershirt. His shorts lay in a pile around his ankles. Belinda, still fully clothed, knelt before him. One of her hands stroked Ted's bare leg up and down, the other cupping his oversized nuts in a firm grip. His cock thrust out, thick and long, but Maggie couldn't see his full hard-on, for most of it was buried inside Belinda's sucking mouth.

Her long blonde hair swishing and swaying with energetic motion, David's wife gobbled avidly at the stiff cock belonging to Maggie's husband. Ted's eyes were closed and he was petting Belinda's head, encouraging her with his hands and his words.

"Yes," he sighed, "use your tongue on me. God, it feels good!"

Maggie's vision blurred and there was a roaring in her ears. In spite of that roaring she could hear Ted's obscene encouragement, not to mention the greedy slurping sounds that emanated from Belinda's sucking mouth. Sickened to the pit of her being, Maggie turned to David. His face was calm and smiling. She looked back through the open doorway, wondering if she had seen only what she feared, not what was real.

No – it was true! Her husband was reveling in a blow job from another woman! Maggie made a fist and hit her thigh with it. She didn't know what to do, what to say.

David put a shushing finger over his lips and tugged at her wrist. She went with him down the hallway. He led her into a darkened room and turned on the light.

"This is our guest room," he said. "Why don't you sit dawn on the bed and try to pull yourself together?"

Maggie dully nodded her gratitude as she sat on the edge of the bed. Her entire body seemed numb, from her brain to her toes. She hadn't counted on this at all. No, nothing like this! She'd agreed to come over to Abe Rodgers house tonight, meet David and Belinda, and talk about the subject that seemed to totally occupy her husband's mind lately – but she hadn't given Ted her permission to start the ball rolling.

Her eyes lifted and she saw David standing beside her. How could he be so cool when his wife, his lovely young wife, was in a room down the hall sucking the cock of a man he'd never met before tonight? Was rage seething just beneath his placid exterior? Was he internally contemplating the prospect of hunting up a gun and killing Ted where he stood?

David dropped to his knees beside her and she felt him take her hand in his. "You really aren't cut out for it, are you?" he asked gently. "Did it bother you that much?"

"Of course it did," Maggie replied. She was too distraught to cry, but then, she'd never been an easy weeper. Instead, she tended to go numb, as she was right now. "Of course," she repeated.

"Doesn't it bother you?"

He shook his head. "Why should it?"

"She's your wife! And she's…" Maggie searched her mind for the clinical phrase, not wishing to be vulgar in the presence of a virtual stranger.

"Sucking Ted's cock?" David suggested. "Is that what you wanted to say? And of course she's my wife. We love each other very much. And what you just saw in the study won't have the slightest effect on our feelings."

"Then it doesn't mean anything to you?" Maggie challenged. "It's just meaningless?"

"Of course it isn't! Love and sex have their own meanings. Sometimes they come together and it's wonderful, but they don't have a horse and cart relationship. Belinda isn't going to lose her heart to your husband just because she has sex with him. Tell me. If you hadn't seen them, if you hadn't known about it, would you be this upset?"

Maggie shook her head.

"All right," David declared. "Maybe I shouldn't tell you this, but Belinda fucked Ted for the first time about two weeks ago. I think it was the second day she was on volunteer duty at Community Services. You didn't know that, did you? You didn't even guess it? Ted didn't turn into a brutal monster of infidelity? You're shaking, Maggie, and there's no reason for it. None at all. Calm down."

His hand was secure as it gripped hers and some of David's security seemed to filter into Maggie's body. Feeling returned to her limbs, slowly at first, and the chill that had swept up her spine thawed. Her head still felt giddy and no words would rescue her. She tried to cast her mind back, to recall how Ted had spoken and acted over the last couple of weeks. He'd talked about Belinda Rodgers all the time, it seemed, but she had harbored no suspicion that her husband was being unfaithful. She remembered the sex they had shared during the same time span. It had been their normal, healthy, energetic lovemaking. Ted had shown no reluctance, no lack of interest. If anything, he had been slightly more demanding the last week or two. Once he had swept her off her feet, settled her ass onto the kitchen table, and fucked her royally before supper. That hadn't happened since just after their honeymoon.