David Ingram - Swinging Teachers

That afternoon after they had gone, Barney sighed and said, “It was nice to have them, but it feels good to have the house to ourselves again.”

“Yes,” Leslie answered, “it gets tiresome having someone around the house all the time. I’m tired, let’s go to bed early tonight.”

After Bud and Grace left, the house seemed quiet and subdued. Ben was a big, boisterous, hard-drinking man, Barney just the opposite, and Leslie missed the excitement his presence generated. In the month that followed she met Mac Lancaster twice at a little motel at the edge of town. He was a masterful lover and never failed to excite her thoroughly. She spent one afternoon with Chet Putnam, the next door neighbor. He was completely perverted and brought all her whorish instincts to full flower. She even, against all her better instincts, let one of Barney’s young footballers ball her. The boy came by one Saturday afternoon to see Barney, who was gone, and it just happened – or so Leslie told herself – actually she engineered the thing from start to finish. It was probably the most exciting thing she had ever experienced because it was so forbidden and dangerous. The boy was so nervous and inept, and his thick cock so excruciatingly hard. Leslie swore it must never happen again. The football season was over, though, and Barney was home more, and he was less tense; he was like any other husband again.

Preparations for the annual faculty Christmas party were in full swing. Leslie was on the committee as a teacher’s wife and after an afternoon meeting met Winnie Lancaster on the school steps. It was cold and starting to snow.

“Hi, Leslie,” Winnie said.

“Hi, Winnie. Geez, it’s sure getting cold.”

“I don’t have any more classes today, why not stop at my place for a drink? Sort of a warm-up on the way.”

Leslie hesitated, looking at her watch.

“It’s early, Les, only three, and it’s right on your way.”

“Okay, why not?” Leslie said. She really didn’t know this bouncy, sexy woman very well, maybe it was time to get better acquainted.

She pulled up in the driveway behind Winnie and got out of the car. It was damn cold, and the wind was starting to blow, a nice stiff drink would be welcome.

The drinks were strong, and both women finished them quickly. Winnie made two more. By the third, Leslie was feeling mellow and warm inside, even a little drunk. She found she enjoyed Winnie.

Winnie jumped to her feet and started unbuttoning her blouse. “I hope you don’t mind, Leslie, but I have to get free of this goddamn brassiere. It’s killing me.” She got her blouse open and reached behind her back, sighing deeply when the garment came loose. “Ah, that’s so fucking much better,” she said. “I think I’ll get it all the way off.” She took off her blouse and then removed her bra. Her tits were huge, the nipples big and darkly circled. She put her blouse back on, but didn’t bother to button it up. She sat down and picked up her drink. “I could get drunk if I don’t watch out,” she said.

“Yeah, me too,” Leslie said, “I feel pretty loose already. I feel so good, I think I’ll tell you something I haven’t told a single soul. I think I’m pregnant.”

“Really?” Winnie cried. With a harsh laugh she continued, “Who’s is it?”

Leslie blushed, realizing that Winnie knew she was less than a faithful wife. That goddamn Mac was a blabber mouth, and apparently Winnie didn’t care if her husband slept around.

“Why… Barney’s, of course,” Leslie said.

“Are you sure?” Winnie kind of giggled, her big boobs bouncing loose inside her open blouse.

“Damn right, I’m sure,” Leslie snapped.

“Say, that father-in-law of yours is quite a stud,” Winnie said, taking a sip from her drink.

Without thinking, Leslie answered, “Yes, he sure is.”

Winnie laughed, her eyes twinkling. “He fucked you, too, huh?”

Leslie blushed again, felt foolish for blushing, then angry. “You undoubtedly knew it. He probably told you the night he screwed you.”

“No, he didn’t tell me, I just guessed. I didn’t mean to make you angry.”

“It’s okay, I’m not mad. Mac probably told you, though; I foolishly confided in him.”

“Yes, he told me; he tells me everything. When you’re as deep into swapping as we are it’s best to tell each other.”

“I suppose so, but I don’t think I care for swapping.”

“What’s the matter with it? Think it’s wrong? Guilty conscience?”

“Not really, Winnie, but swapping to me is when both partners trade each other with other couples, and Barney just doesn’t approve. We tried it once and it made him very unhappy. Besides, Barney inhibits me when he’s present and I find it more exciting to cheat on him. It stimulates me.”

“That’s interesting to hear, because I find it more exciting when Mac doesn’t know, even if I know I’ll probably tell him later. Have you ever made love with another woman?”

“No, of course not. I’m not queer, Winnie.”

“Neither am I, but it can be fun.” Winnie pulled her blouse open. “Wouldn’t you like to suck another woman’s breasts, say mine?”

“No,” Leslie said.

“I’d like to kiss and suck yours, make them come hard and alive. Doesn’t the idea turn you on a little?”

“Well, I’m turned on a little, I’ll admit, but it’s from our conversation about men.” Leslie was pink in the cheeks again.

Winnie got to her feet and went over to Leslie’s chair. “We could have a little fun,” she said, sitting on the arm of the chair and kissing Leslie on the lips.

“This is silly, Winnie, I’m not at all interested,” Leslie said.

Winnie kissed her again, her tongue in play, and reached under Leslie’s sweater. With little effort she pushed Leslie’s tiny net bra up and felt her tits. Leslie sat stiffly, unmoving while her nipples rose to hard points under Winnie’s fingers.

“Oh, God, Les, your tits are wonderful. Let me see them.” She started unbuttoning Leslie’s sweater, pulling it wide when she freed the last button.

“Winnie, Winnie, this is so silly. We shouldn’t,” Leslie said.

“Gorgeous, gorgeous,” Winnie gasped. She slid from the arm to the floor in front of Leslie, her mouth quickly finding an already hard nipple. “They’ll be so wonderful after they fill with milk,” she blubbered.

Leslie was astonished, first at Winnie Lancaster, second at her own reaction. She felt terribly stimulated. Her legs were open and Winnie was on her knees between them. She thrust her tingling nipple harder into Winnie’s sucking mouth. She felt Winnie’s hands on her thighs under her skirt and was helpless, utterly helpless to stop the aggressive female. Winnie’s hands had moved up and were tugging at the waist band of Leslie’s panty hose. “This is crazy, Winnie,” she gasped, yet she lifted her ass from the chair. Her panty hose slid down under her ass, and Winnie released her tit to move back and pull them down her legs, remove her shoes, and pull the hose off her feet.

“Open your beautiful thighs, Leslie, “I’m going to kiss your pussy,” Winnie said.

Leslie dropped her head back and closed her eyes; if she couldn’t see it, it wasn’t so bad. Her legs came open. She felt Winnie’s lips on the inside of her thigh and shivered. She knew when Winnie’s mouth closed over her pussy that it didn’t matter if it was a male or female, a mouth on her cunt was heaven.

“Suck it, you perverted bitch,” Leslie moaned, and pulled Winnie’s head in tight. “God, yes, Winnie, eat me, I love it!”

It was good, the best head Leslie had ever experienced. Winnie was an expert, and being a woman, she knew all the little places that felt nice. Her lips, her tongue, worked feverishly at Leslie’s cunt. She felt the tiny point of Winnie’s tongue enter her pussy and shuddered with instant orgasm. So good, so very good. With heavy lids, Leslie’s eyes fluttered, the rolled upwards, a happy, pleasant feeling consuming her. She floated in the languor of orgasm. And then Winnie got up.