Viola James - Getting Hubby Promoted

Harry came over to her, and put his arm gently around her shoulder.

"It's nothing, Jill. This is just a little game we play with all of our new members. You might call it a kind of initiation rite." Everyone standing around laughed appreciatively.

Jill felt her heart pounding with trip hammer speed in her chest, and her wetly throbbing cunt was tingling with the beginning flow of her lubricating fluid. She knew that this game, whatever it was, could only lead to an evening of… what? She hadn't allowed her mind to really consider the potentialities inherent in a party like this, a party of swingers of the magnitude of Harry and Gay Sommers, for the simple reason that she might not have come if she had. There was still inside her vestiges of her old self, paled considerably by the emergence of the new Jill Parker, but nevertheless still alive and with a strong voice which only passion seemed to muffle. And so, knowing this, Jill had both unwittingly, and by a conscious effort put such considerations far back in her mind, refusing to dwell on them at all.

Now, however, the voice of her old self was growing loud and shrill in her brain, demanding to know what kind of lewd, carnal debaucheries she was allowing herself to be a part of, what new perverse activities the evening held in store for her. And yet, with the advent of that voice, there also came growing arousal… perhaps the weapon of the new Jill Parker in order to combat and destroy what remained of the old. Her nipples hardened beneath her blouse (she did not have a bra on), and her warmly tingling cunt continued to flower with the juices of her passion. She caught her breath sharply, standing rigid and waiting for some further explanation.

"It's very simple, Jill," Harry continued. "It's a way to… well, to get everybody warmed up, so to speak."

"You don't have to get me warmed up," laughed Will Prescott. "I'm hotter'n a pistol right now.

"What we'll do," Harry continued, laughing, "is to all strip down, completely naked, and watch two of the older, wiser, and more. experienced members of our little group perform for us."

Perform? The word chilled Jill to the very marrow. Did she have to watch two other people making love? Was this a part of it? Horrifying visions of her husband hunched between the spread legs of Gay Sommers came back to haunt her, and Jill trembled.

"Well, my friends, what do you say?" Harry stood patiently with a questioning look on his face.

Jill looked up at Tom, and found that he was nodding yes to her. She hesitated, and then, suddenly, it didn't matter anymore.

Why couldn't she? She was free now, wasn't she? She'd done most everything else, why should she draw the line now? And yes, she was becoming more and more aroused… her cunt was becoming more heated and her nipples were hard and she wanted and needed desperately to be fulfilled. The thought of it was exciting, why deny it? It was tremendously.

God, almost overwhelmingly exciting! The more she thought about it, the more thrilling it became

Jill looked up at Tom, and there passed between them a mute look of love and of conviction to go all the way, now that they had committed themselves. Both knew that the other was excited, and eager, and both respected that and wanted fulfillment and happiness for the other, knowing that they would be together afterward.

"Yes," Jill said slowly. "Yes, all right."

"Then we won't waste any more time," Harry said, and then turned laughingly to the rest of the group. "What's the matter? Everybody's still dressed!"

The next few seconds were ones of intense confusion, as almost every possible kind of masculine and feminine garment were hurled every which way. There were gleeful shouts and giggles and panting breaths, and Jill found herself tugging and pulling at her blouse and dress with fumbling eagerness. Tom was equally fumbling, but soon they stood completely naked, along with all the others.

"Well," John Barnett called to Harry, "Who's my lucky partner?" "I am!"

It was Beth Wellington's voice. There were laughter and shouts, and a red-necked grin from John. His long throbbing cock was already hard as he stepped into the middle of the room to meet Beth. Her small, high proud breasts, with tiny ruby-red nipples almost as rigid as his cock, swayed ever so slightly as she moved unashamedly forward. They stood facing one another, grinning and Jill saw that the pale natural blondeness of the woman's pubic hair was already glistening with the moisture of her arousal. Jill was breathing harshly by then, her mind awhirl with mounting and seething passion that rendered all else insignificant in her brain. Once more, the arousal of her burning desires effectively fended off the old Jill, bringing into even stronger prominence her free-spirited new being. She stole a glance around the circle, seeing that all of the men had powerful erections, including Tom, whose penis seemed to shudder with inner heat. Then her gaze, like the gazes of the others, fastened on the couple in the center of the circle.

"Well, Beth baby, it looks like you and me, doesn't it?" Barnett said.

Beth ran her hands sensuously up and down her smooth, pale-ivory, almost translucent flesh. She moistened her lips provocatively. "So it does, John," she said. "How do you want to do it? Your wish is my command.

"I'll lie on my back. You get on top."

"Whatever you say."

The others watched with passion-glazed eyes as the blond man lay prone on the floor with his cock standing straight up like some quivering battle standard. Beth Wellington moved to straddle him, her thighs clenching his waist, her petal like flowered cunt poised above his thick erection as she reached down to hold it steady. To Jill's eyes, the two blond people on the floor looked like perfect specimens of the Aryan race about to partake of a great pagan religious ceremony in some exquisite temple.

"Now, honey, now!" George Wellington suddenly shouted from the ring of faces. "Shove your cunt down on his cock right now!"

And Beth obeyed her husband's command, levering herself down hard to drive Barnett's long hard penis far up into her soft, warm vagina. She emitted a low wail of pleasure-pain, her face contorting with lust and little beads of sweat breaking out on her forehead. Barnett reached up to grasp her waist, raising her up so that just the head of his thick shaft of hot flesh was embedded in the stretched pink lips of her hair-fringed cunt. then drove her down harshly as he flexed his buttocks off the rug in an upward thrust. Beth moaned again, her eyes squeezed tightly shut now and her mouth open in a mindless desire. Then, using her knees as leverage, she began to slide up and down John's wetly glistening penis with slow, expert strokes.

"That's it, Beth, that's it!" Will Prescott shouted with passion-crazed excitement, taking the hand of his wife, Edie, and placing it around his long, thick, blue-veined cock. "Ride that pecker, girl!"

"Ooooo, I wish that was me out there," Gay Sommers whispered heatedly.

"It will be, soon enough," Tom said, his voice hoarse with lust as he felt the intense lewd excitement which filled the room at that moment.

Edie Prescott released her husband's thick cock after giving it a wifely squeeze, and stepped over to Tom. She looked at him briefly, her big sensuous breasts with their dark aureoles and rigid nipples were taut on her chest, then her eyes returned to the wildly undulating couple on the floor. But her hand dipped down, cupping the new male member's sperm-filled balls in her small palm and rubbing them gently. His arm went around her and found one firm breast and squeezed it possessively, his forefinger and thumb tweaking the nipple.

The other naked forms in the wife swap club were slipping down onto the floor now, never losing sight of Beth and John performing so lewdly before them. They were pairing off as they did so. Edie was with Tom, and Will Prescott went to where Gay Sommers was kneeling on the rug and began to rub his already palpitating cock along her right cheek and around across her wetly parted lips. Her mouth opened and her tongue came out reflexively to lick the hardened rod while her veiled eyes watched Beth and John. George Wellington gathered Laura Barnett into his arms, his outstretched right middle finger dipping between her slender, alabaster legs and entering the wet warmth of her vaginal tunnel while one of her long, tapered fingers curled around his body and found his anus. She toyed with it for a moment, then the nail flicked inside the tiny, puckered nether ring… then her finger to the first joint, then all the way to her palm as Wellington cried out at the same time in pain and rapture.