Gale Roman - Swinging wife

Sally nodded in agreement. She watched Ralph, she rose from his chair, all six feet three inches of tanned and muscled man. His tight ass-cheeks barely moved as he walked to the kitchen to get the booze and mixers. But his back fairly rippled and Sally found herself getting that old familiar twitch between her thighs.

"Put on some music if you want!" Ralph called in to Lisa.

Lisa rummaged through the albums, selecting Herb Alpert. As the brass hit their ears, Lisa winked at Sally.

"Nice, huh?" she asked, gesturing towards the kitchen.

Sally winked. She knew Lisa got a big kick out of fixing her up with handsome men when she wasn't out on the prowl for herself, or when they didn't just pop up on her doorstep.

Ralph returned then with the drinks and handed each girl a glass.

"How about you?" Lisa asked him. "Aren't you drinking?"

Ralph shook his head and produced a joint from a plastic vial.

"Nope," he said emphatically. "This is my summer for grass and nature! No artificial anything!" And he smiled at Sally.

Sally flushed, though she didn't know why. She was as real as shit!

As she listened to the conversation Lisa was having with Ralph, it dawned on Sally that Lisa must have met Ralph before she got married. Certainly the restrictions her husband and children placed on her didn't allow her as much freedom as Sally had. She would ask Lisa later for details. Right now, she was just happy that Lisa knew such a handsome dude.

Her thoughts were interrupted as the screen door banged in the back and Ed and Mike bounced in.

"Hey!" they cried in unison upon seeing her. "Long time no see, honey!"

And they toned her high in the air, doing a little dance in the process.

"So this is your friend Sally!" Ed cried.

He peered down at her as ho stood over her chair. Sally thought to herself that he was handsome enough to be a movie star, certainly much better-looking than the pudgier Mike who seemed used to playing the clown.

As they sat around drinking and making small talk, Sally thought with a little ruefulness that she wasn't getting much sun. In fact, if they didn't move out to the deck pretty soon, she would return in the same condition as she had arrived.

Just then, Lisa asked if there was a phone.

Mike pointed it out to her in the bedroom and Lisa disappeared. Sally suspected that she was calling her mother with some excuse why she wouldn't be home until later, and when Lisa once again reappeared, she announced that she could stay awhile longer.

"Why don't we go on the deck?" Ralph suddenly suggested.

The group moved outside and Sally was grateful. Though it was cooler in the house, that wasn't the reason she had come to Fire Island.

From the deck, they had a great view of the narrow strip of land that was the island. As the gin and tonic began to mellow her out, Sally refused Mike's offer for another drink. All she would have to do was get drunk and be carried to the ferry. As it was, Lisa was drinking so heavily, Sally feared it would be she who ended up driving them home.

"Here," Ralph offered. "Try this," and he pushed his joint upon her.

Sally took a deep drag on the acrid smoke, her eyes smarting.

"Just hold it in your lungs for a long time," Ralph instructed. "You'll feel it in a few minutes."

Sally did as she was told. She welcomed any excuse to remove herself from the reality of her life and trying grass was just one more way out. Ralph was sitting in a deck chair next to her now, his long brown leg dangerously close to her own paler one.

"Feel anything yet?" he asked curiously. Sally smiled into his light-brown eyes. She could see yellow flecks in them now that she hadn't noticed before.

"I don't know," she admitted. "Maybe it's the drinks."

Ralph smiled. "Sure," he said. "Maybe it is!"

And he took a deep drag on the joint himself before extending it to her once again.

Sally took the smoke as deep into her lungs for as long as she could stand it before passing it back to Ralph. Her whole body seemed to be suffused with a wonderful kind of dizziness. Her nerves seemed close to the surface of her skin so that even the rays from the sun were like a kiss. The closeness of Ralph was comforting to her, and though she desired him, she felt none of the eagerness to get on with the fucking as she normally would have.

"You're a very pretty lady," Ralph was saying. His voice sounded near, then far away, but very familiar.

Sally sprawled on the deck chair, her hands resting on the arm rests, her toes moving back and forth. Her eyes were closed and she could feel the faint breeze from the ocean side brush against her face. Then, wondering what had happened to the others, her eyes flew open.

"Where's Lisa?" she asked.

Ralph chuckled. "Probably getting it on with Ed and Mike," he said. "You know, double your pleasure, double your fun?"

Sally smiled. "Yet, right," she said.

Then she felt something hairy brush against her arm. It was Ralph's arm as he pulled his chair closer to hers.

"How about it?" he asked her. "Want to join the others?"

Sally thought about it. With three guys, she could take one cock in the mouth, one up the ass and one up her cunt. Though normally this idea would have held enormous appeal for her, she felt as though she couldn't move out of the chair.

"Not right now," she told him, holding her breath for his reply.

"Good," Ralph said. "I wouldn't want to share you."

The next thing Sally knew, she was being lifted off the chaise lounge and being placed on an air mattress on the deck. Then she could feel Ralph's fingers fumbling around on her bikini, swearing softly to himself as he struggled with the bottom half.

Now Sally enjoyed the luxury of lying nude on the deck, her two tits jutting up towards the sun, her blonde beaver getting even blonder from the powerful rays.

Ralph let out a low whistle. "I can't understand any man letting you out of his sight," he told her. "If you were my wife, I'd keep you chained to the bed!"

Sally smiled to herself over the compliment.

She raised her hand to his he ad, letting her fingers drift through his dark hair lazily. The house wasn't exactly secluded; in fact, it was possible to see other decks with people on them, but Sally no longer cared if everyone in the world watched Ralph fuck her. She was so carried away by the grass, sun and this male next to her, she almost wished she was being watched.

Sally need not have worried about that at all. Several people in the surrounding houses has flashed on her blondeness and had gathered around to watch the proceedings.

"You know what I'd like you to do?" Ralph asked her.

"What's that?" Sally replied, knowing very well what he wanted, but preferring to hear the words from his own mouth.

"I'd like you to suck my cock," Ralph told her. "I'd like you to swallow my cum, every last drop!"

Sally opened her eyes to see Ralph standing now and stripping out of his trunks. It was instantly obvious to her that he must have sunbathed nude quite often. Except for the pinkness of his cock and balls, his skin was evenly tanned.

Sally reached out with her hand for his swollen prick and began jerking its velvety skin back and forth in her soft hand.

"That's nice," Ralph told her. "But get on your knees!"

Sally felt almost too lazy to move, but the idea of sucking off his beautiful prick was incentive enough to get her up off the air mattress. Ralph spread his legs and took his cock in his right hand. Then, with his left hand, he brought her head to his prick and thrust it into her open mouth.

"That's it!" be told her as he began to rock back and forth on his heels, plowing his prick deeper in her throat.

Sally relaxed her throat muscles in the way she had trained herself to do after seeing Linda Lovelace's famous performance. She prided herself on the fact that she could take just about any cock up to the hilt, but she didn't always like to do this right away. She pulled Ralph's cock out of her mouth and held it up to his stomach so that she could suckle his balls.