Frank Markser - Teaching swapping

Then at last Fred's wanton young wife let her body collapse back onto the floor, her long legs falling out limply to the sides as Tommy collapsed lamely on top of her between her lewdly out-flung thighs, their heavy breathing and moaning mingling in the room like that of exhausted runners at the end of a race. He felt her perspiration-soaked breasts and flat belly heaving under him for a long time, and then his slowly deflating cock slipped back out of her cum-filled pussy, making a soft sucking noise as the battered tip-end left the gently clutching outer lips. The thin sticky trails of their mingling orgasmic fluid seeped slowly out of her still wide-stretched vaginal opening to trickle down the narrow crevice between her buttocks and form a small pool beneath her on the floor.

When he had recovered his senses after the wild race to fulfillment with Grace Furness, Tommy released his agonizing grasp of her still slightly quivering ass-cheeks and slowly lifted himself up from her lewdly spread-eagled, satiated form.

"Mmmmmm, that was good," she moaned, her eyes looking up at him from under half-closed lids. "How can Linda resist spending all her time in bed the way you can fuck?"

"For her, it's easy," he answered thickly, his mind already preparing his temporarily relieved lust for another round with this nympho wife of his friend and working colleague. "She doesn't like fucking, and that's all there is to it," he added with a touch of bitterness in his voice. God, he was thinking, if Linda would only come on strong like that, our marriage would be heaven.

Suddenly, his heart stopped.

There came to his ears a noise that was unmistakably coming from another part of the apartment!

My God! he thought as the adrenaline began to flood into his veins. Fred must have been here all the time we were screwing! His first impulse was to grab his clothes and leave, but then he remembered. This whole thing was Fred's idea. Who knew, maybe the poor guy wanted to at least get the vicarious thrill of hearing his wife Grace getting fucked, even if he himself couldn't do anything about it.

Then he heard another sound, more distinct this time.

It was a woman's high-pitched mewl of obvious sensual pleasure!

Without wasting any time, he stepped over the still reclining figure of Grace Furness and headed for the bedroom at the back of the apartment, feeling the chill of goose-bumps scattering over his skin as the dead certainty of what he would find in the other room struck his mind like a thunderbolt. The whole depraved scheme thought up by Fred Furness abruptly became clear to Tommy's frantic brain, and he mentally cursed himself for falling prey like a stupid kid to the conniving lecherous bastard he had been calling his friend.

If only it wasn't too late to save Linda from being debased and humiliated beyond all redemption, he thought. Then he was struck by another worse thought just before he reached the partly open door to the bedroom: Christ! What if Linda actually is in there – and she heard or saw me with Grace in the kitchen! But he knew it was too late to do anything about that now, and he rushed headlong into the bedroom.

He stopped suddenly, frozen to the spot by his utterly shocked disbelief at what he saw. Unable to move or say a word, he stared goggle-eyed at the obscenely lewd picture of Fred Furness energetically bobbing his head as he licked and sucked Linda's openly spread cunt. And his own wife, writhing and moaning in the throes of passion in an abandoned manner Tommy had never seen in her before now! She was obviously enjoying herself, giving herself up to this perversely depraved attack on her responsively swiveling cunt. This definitely was not a rape!

"You bitch!" he finally managed to choke out. "You cheating, lying bitch! Acting like an innocent nun with me at home, and then this!" He was so confused and shaken by what he was seeing that he didn't know whether to strike out at his wife, or Fred, or both of them. He stood fuming like a steam-engine about to burst from internal pressure, clenching his fists till the nails dug into his palms.

Linda was squirming and bucking under the maddening torture of Fred's flicking tongue until she thought the pounding of her heart would break through her chest. Then when her husband Tommy's voice filtered into her somewhat drink-dimmed mind through the wildly confusing sensations driving her almost crazy, her whole naked body flushed hotly with feelings of shame and humiliation.

"Oh, no!" she managed to gasp breathlessly, trying to focus her lust-glazed eyes on the face of her obviously outraged husband. But she was too far gone in her overwhelming new feelings of conscience-numbing sensuality to stop now and slowly she raised her head from the bed to get a better view. It was then she noticed that he was stripped naked and that behind him, with a knowing smile of triumphant sexuality on her face, stood Fred's wife Grace, also naked. It suddenly came back to Linda that the two of them had actually been making love in the other room, oblivious to the fact that they were both married to other people. She closed her eyes tight and, with a sudden resolve to get whatever small revenge she could, she shut her mind and delivered her body wholly over to the pleasurable rolling sensations emanating from her ever moistening, throbbing pussy. All her instinctive reactions against the lewd act were cast aside. She was enjoying it! She was actually beginning to enjoy being sucked and kissed down there between her legs! She liked having her pussy licked by a man!

In spite of his sense of outrage still making him tremble in fury where he stood watching, Tommy felt an intense quiver down in his naked loins. His eyes were riveted on his wife's lovely sculpted form, on the jiggling fullness of her ripe young breasts, the curving white buttocks dancing beneath, the sensuous flush on her heavy-lidded face. She looked more enticing and provocative than he'd ever have thought possible, and he was aware of a powerful surge of jealousy and envy that it was Fred and not he having such an effect on her. He could just barely make out the naked wet pinkness of her widespread cunt, squirming and contracting obscenely around the swirling length of Fred's viciously probing tongue. My God, she's really hot for it, Tommy thought excitedly. She was like a madwoman, her naked white ass-cheeks clenching and unclenching frantically, her thighs like steel grips around Furness' face, her desire-inflamed cunt flexing upward to meet him with lewdly lurching thrusts.

The young husband felt his recently depleted penis slowly climbing up into manhood again as he gazed as if hypnotized at the shameless exhibition of sheer unadulterated lust before him. It hadn't been long since he had fucked Fred's wife, but even so within moments, he could feel his cock throbbing and aching in full burgeoning erection once again.

With all his strength he reeled in his frustrated anger and jealousy, and was just starting to move forward to take his rights as a husband and fuck Linda in her passionately aroused state. After all, Fred wouldn't be able to finish her off himself, he thought. Then suddenly he caught a glimpse of his friend's lower body.

He had an erection! Standing out from below his slight paunch was a rigid, club-like shaft of very potent cock-flesh, jerking and throbbing as Fred moved and slaved over Linda's pussy.

He didn't know what to think then, and suddenly from behind he felt Grace's fingers slip around his waist and possessively grasp his hardness, appreciatively fondling its length and holding him in place as though it were a handle.

"Let 'em have their fun," she whispered into his ear. "We can watch, honey." Tommy did little to resist as she pulled him toward the chair at the foot of the bed where they would have a good view of what was happening.