David Ingram - Swinging Teachers

“I think you should give old Barn a nice big kiss for being so helpful,” Chet shouted.

Marva dropped into his lap, directly on his bulging cock, her arms sliding around his neck, her naked tits pressing hard against his chest. She kissed Barney, and at the same time dropped her hands to his and lifted them up to her lolling tits. It was impossible for Barney to resist cupping the ripe hills. Her nipples strained hard against his pressing palms.

Her arms were around his neck again and her tongue was deep in his mouth. Barney tried to resist, knowing that his own wife and this young woman’s husband were only a few feet away, but it was difficult; he felt so drunk, so out of control. He guessed it was all right if Chet wanted to let Marva do a striptease and act like this, but he would never let Leslie be touched and kissed by another man.

On the couch, Chet Putnam had pulled Leslie into his arms, rolling her slightly onto her side to face him. His hand was behind her, easing her dress up the back of her thighs.

“God, Leslie your legs feel so smooth,” Chet whispered. “Do you like mate swapping?”

“I’ve never done it… not until tonight. I think I’m going to like it; it’s stimulating, but Barney isn’t exactly the type to instigate such a move. He’s a prude.”

“No!” Chet said. “Yes,” Leslie said, giggling. She knew he was kidding, and she gripped his cock tighter. “You feel smooth, too… and hard,” she said. “I like it hard.”

He kissed her then, his tongue in her mouth, and his hand reached her panties. He caressed her ass through the thin nylon.

Barney couldn’t see what was happening on the couch; Marva was blocking his line of vision, even if he had wanted to look.

He was busy feeling her tits while they kissed. He was completely confused now, and abandoned himself to Marva. One hand left her breast and slid down to her tummy, down to her sheer panties. She naughtily parted her legs and gave his hand a push.

“Yes, honey,” she hissed, “feel my cunt.”

His hand was on her warm mound and moved down the deep cleft between her legs. He felt the ooze of wet, warm moisture through her panty crotch. He was completely out of control now and pushed the crotch band to the side and felt her wet lips. At the same moment, Chet was feeling Leslie’s cunt, his hand inside her panties.

“Ohhhh, darling,” Marva moaned, “you’re really getting to me now… really getting me hot. Yes, yes, feel it, put your finger inside… ooooooh, honey, good!” She leaned sideways to rest her head on his shoulder.

With Marva’s head out of the way, Barney looked across the room at the couple on the sofa. His wife’s dress was up around her belly, her leg lifted in a funny way. He couldn’t see because Chet’s hand was behind her, but it was to let him have complete access to her open cunt. His mouth dropped open as he watched Leslie slowly pull Chet’s cock out of his pants.

Leslie looked up at that moment to stare into her husband’s wide eyes. She gave him a half smile, an apologetic smile, but slowly started to masturbate the huge cock in her hand.

Barney was shocked, even dismayed, yet he felt a terrific lurch inside his pants. Marva got onto the floor, pulling Barney with her. He was all but on top of her and his hands were pulling her panties off. He felt her hands on his belt buckle and rolled over to let her get him undone. She got his pants open and pushed them down; he arched his hips to help her. When his pants reached his knees, he rolled on top of her, his cock stiff between her open legs. She found his cock with her hand and pushed it into her cunt. It glided into the wet-slick groove effortlessly.

“Oh, Goddamn, Barney, nail me to the floor; fuck me hard,” she gasped, lifting her ass to meet his thrust. “Don’t come too quick.”

Barney didn’t see Leslie’s panties come off, or Chet’s, for that matter. Chet had lifted one of Leslie’s legs over the back of the couch and pushed the other to the floor, leaving her wide open. He climbed aboard, his thick tool easing deep into her wet cunt. Leslie sighed with pleasure, her legs coming up over his back.

Both couples rutted hard, moaning and straining, fucking like wild animals.

Barney looked up at the couch, a mixture of dismay and excitement racing through his mind. It was a bizarre experience to see his lovely wife taking the hard cock of another man while he fucked another woman. He was strangely stimulated by the sight.

It was different for Chet Putnam; he had seen his wife fuck another man before, yet seeing her wiggling and thrusting under Barney, and knowing that she was getting supreme ecstasy from Barney’s cock stimulated Chet, too.

“Nice, Barney, nice,” Marva moaned. “Don’t come too quick… yeah, like that, keep fucking. I’m getting close, honey; make me come… please, make me come.”

Barney tried to hold himself off, but her cunt was too snug, too hot. “Aw, Marva, I can’t stop it… I’m coming,” he gasped.

“Go fast, lover, faster! I… I’m almost there… don’t stop, not yet.” Marva was lurching against him, lifting up, ramming herself hard on his cock. “Yeah, yeah… I’m coming, coming with you. Oh, Barney so good, feels so fucking good!”

Barney felt his hot sperm squirting into Marva Putnam’s belly. It felt good to come inside her, not caring if he knocked her up. He gave a final lunge and went limp, his cock drained dry inside her hot pussy. With a gasp, he rolled off, pulling his cock free. He glanced up at the couple on the couch.

Leslie had her legs locked over Chet’s back humping furiously. She gasped and moaned, then locked her lips to Chet’s. She gave a little scream, bucking under him, shaking from head to toe. Chet stiffened and jerked rapidly into her.

Barney lay on the floor completely bewildered. He knew that Chet was coming inside his wife’s beautiful belly, filling her with his seman, pumping his scalding stuff into her, foaming high inside her cunt. He knew she was enjoying it, too, enjoying it immensely and that hurt. He wanted to leap up and pull them apart, but his body wouldn’t respond. He lay weakly and watched while Leslie got her rocks off with another man. She was coming hard, too, holding Chet tightly while she enjoyed his squirting prick.

They were finally still and he heard her say, “Aw, fuck, Chet, that was wonderful… I came so hard, so fucking hard. I didn’t want it to ever stop. Don’t pull out, just leave it in for a while.”

“I need another drink,” Barney said. “I can still think.”

“I’ll get you one,” Marva said, and got to her feet.

Marva went to the punch bowl, filled Barney’s glass to the brim. She was a little disgusted with good old Barney Thorn, the he-man, the big jock. He was a big jock, all right. He enjoyed kicking or throwing a ball more than fucking, and it bugged him when his wife fucked another man, bugged the shit out of him. She took a long drink from Barney’s glass and refilled it.

Barney was still lying on his back staring at the ceiling, trying to focus on something, anything. He had just witnessed his own wife let another man fuck her, and she had enjoyed it and made it big. Why did she have to come? He could understand letting Chet have her; he guessed it was expected, after all, he had fucked Marva, but why did she have to come? He felt terribly drunk and kind of sick.

Marva kneeled beside him and lifted his head. She put the glass to his lips. “Drink up, big jock, I know just how you feel. I felt the same way the first time I saw Chet screw another chick.” She hadn’t felt the same way, she had enjoyed watching Chet fuck another broad, but she figured it would make Barney feel better. “It’s not so bad, you fucked me and I enjoyed it. Come on finish the drink.” She held it up until it was empty. She let his head back down and came forward and kissed him, on the lips, on the cheek, on the ear. “I’m gonna do something for you, Barney,” she whispered, “I’m gonna go down on you. I’m gonna suck your cock and make you come again, and I’m gonna suck all that nasty stuff out and swallow it.”