Rex Taylor - Overeager wife

Cam wasn't aloof toward her son-in-law, but relations between theta were tense and nervous. Shortly after lunch next day she invited Maggie and PJ to come to the club for tennis and, once Ted had assured his wife it was all right, the three of them departed.

When they got back, late in the afternoon, Ted took Maggie into the bedroom. She slipped out of her sweaty tennis outfit and turned to him expectantly, certain that he'd gotten a hard-on and was ready to share it with her.

He shook his head. "While you were gone," he smiled, "I made a phone call. I had a lot of time to think today, and it occurred to me that maybe Belinda and David might know some people on the West Coast."

Maggie laughed. "I hope you used our credit card. I'd hate for Mom and Daddy to have to pay for our sex services. So, tell me. Did you get any hot tips?"

"Belinda didn't know anyone, but – guess what? Christina has friends out here."

"Trust Christina," Maggie grinned. "Surely it's not those Tarzana people PJ was joking about the ones with the key drawings and all that crap."

"I don't think so," Ted assured her. "They sounded okay on the phone. A little nervous, but you know how it is since Watergate. Everyone in the country is afraid his phone is being tapped by the government or by Bell or by somebody. She wouldn't tell me her name or listen to mine. But I hate the directions. If we can borrow a car, we would be able to find it. You know, it sounded just like that Johnny Carson routine. 'Take the Ventura Freeway to the Slosson Cutoff, then head down Sepulveda until you come to the Fork in the Road.'"

"Are you sure you want to try it so soon, with strangers?"

He nodded. "I don't think I have to ask you, do I?"

"I'll tell Mom we're going out tonight. PJ will let us use her car. Maybe we could invite her along? She might like it."

"Better not," he warned. "It might be rushing her too much."

Maggie returned in a moment. "Great! We can have the car and, second, Mom just found out they have a dinner date with friends for this evening and she was hoping we wouldn't be too upset if they went." She melted into Ted's arms, hugging her husband lovingly. "Some days everything comes up roses. Hey! Wannna make it once before we go?"

The California freeways were a frightening experience but Ted clutched the wheel firmly, shot in and out of lanes just like everyone else, and, in less time than either had suspected, they were in the community to which they'd been directed. It was far enough from Tarzana that Maggie stopped worrying about being computer matched by a door key inside a hat.

House numbers were painted on the curb and they soon found their destination, far don the block. Three cars wore in the driveway and more were parked along the curb. Maggie and Ted scarcely noticed as they parked their own and made for the door of the house.

The lights were dim in the living room and they hesitated a moment before ringing the bell, but Ted's finger pressed down at last and within moments a smiling man, in his late twenties or early thirties, was opening the door and welcoming them in.

"So you're Christina friends?" he asked, and Maggie nodded eagerly. "Very good friends, I'll bet," he grinned, and his fingers pinched gently at the tip of Maggie's tit.

"Well," he added, "come on in and join the party. Jessica invited some of our best friends over. You'll like them, I'm sure. They're all good, open people, and we should have some fun together. So, come on! Everyone's dying to meet you."

He led them into the living room and Maggie could see now why it was unlighted. At one wall a motion picture was being projected onto a screen.

They'd missed the beginning but, apparently, not the best part. Two women were hungrily lapping at one another's cunts while a fantastically endowed young man fucked another girl in the ass. The color was very good and the photograph wasn't bad either. Maggie stood a moment in the arched entryway, smiling as she watched the frantic gyrations of the two lesbians. They were both lovely, and they certainly knew what they were doing. Every time the brunette jabbed her tongue and fingers into her black-haired friend's furry cunt, Maggie's own twat seemed to ache in response. It had been so long since she'd really made it with another girl! She looked around the room at the dark, shadowy figure whose faces seemed to be aimed at the movie. Some of them were women, he could tell, and she wondered just which of these ladies would quench her own cuntal fires this night.

The scene cut to a big close up of the man's cock invading a redheaded girl's asshole. He was ugly as a mud fence but his prick – God, it must have been a foot long! How could that girl stand to take it in the ass? It was big in diameter too, and Maggie knew that it must be the most incredible kind of agony to feel a cock like that riding and ramming inside a snug asshole.

Cut to his face. It hurt Maggie to look at him, and he wasn't a very good actor, either, but dearly his facial contortions were an indication that he was ready to blow his cookies, of course! Cut back to the battlefield. He pulled his cock out as the girl twisted around. His hand shucked quickly on the shaft, and the film speed cut in half as his cum began to fly. He could really pour out his cum, Maggie thought. Some of his cream splattered on the girl's belly, some on her face. She licked madly with her tongue, scooping up the droplets on her cheeks and chin, and then she grabbed her tits, licking at the globs of jism hanging there in sticky bunches. Her head shot back, mouth opened, and the man rammed his cock between her splayed lips. She closed her lips over the shit-smeared cockhead and sucked as he jerked himself dry. Cum dripped from her lips and her face seemed more appropriate to a praying nun than to a porno starlet.

The cock slid from her mouth and the last shot in the film was a close up of the gorgeous redhead with a mouthful of jism. The screen went white and someone was quick to flip a light switch.

Their host hopped in front of the screen, waving his hands. "Okay, swingers," he called, "our special guests have arrived. I'd like you all to meet – uh, I didn't get your names, kids…"

"Ted and Maggie," she began to say, but the words died on her lips. Heads were turning to get a look at them but the only ones Maggie really noticed were the pair belonging to the couple on the couch.

Cam Villinger went pale as milk and her husband seemed to be turning green under his California tan as they stared back at their daughter and son-in-law, the guests of honor at this particular swapping party.

Ted saw them too and he wished there were someone to steady his body as he was steadying Maggie's. His wife leaned against his shoulder, swaying like a willow in a hurricane, and he could feel the nervous gasps bursting from her lips, vibrating through her body.

"I think we'd better go," she whispered. "Now!"

They got lost on the way back, taking the wrong turnoff from Sepulveda, getting onto the San Bernardino Freeway by mistake. Ted managed to get straight and they headed back toward the Villinger house. There was no place else for them to go right now.

When they arrived, Jake's car was parked in the driveway again. The Villingers had gotten home first. Still unsure what to think, Maggie and Ted went inside.

Cam was sitting a the bar, gulping a double Collins. She looked up as the kids entered the room and her face was still white. "Oh, God," she sighed.

"Oh, God?" Maggie repeated questioningly. Her legs were stronger now. She walked toward her mother and father. Jake was behind the bar mixing himself a stiff drink. Maggie sat dawn on the stool next to her mother.

"I know what you're thinking," Cam said defensively. "You think that your father and I are degenerates of some kind." She swallowed the rest of her drink and bumped the glass on the formica top, signaling Jake to refill it quickly. "Well, it's not true! Life here is different from back in Idaho and Montana and all those other dreary places where we lived dreary lives."