Gale Roman - Swinging wife

They were in a restaurant famous for its steaks, and flushed with the success of their client, meeting, both of them were in good spirits. Suddenly Bill had stopped his praise of her performance to say: "See that guy at the bar?"

Fran had swiveled her head around.

"What guy?" she had giggled. "I only have eyes for you!"

Bill smiled in appreciation at her flirtatious manner. "That guy there," he said. "The one with the blond hair."

"Oh, him!" Fran said. "Wow! He's really cute!"

Bill grimaced in annoyance.

"I think that's Jason Hedges," he said. "An aid Army buddy of mine. Excuse me. I'll be right back."

And he left the table for the bar. Fran took another gulp of her Tequila Sunrise. She was higher than a kite and she felt nothing could spoil the way she was feeling.

In a few minutes, Bill returned to their table with the blond man and introduced him to Fran.

As they ate, Bill and Jason yapped about their Army days, much to the annoyance of Fran who preferred the conversation to center around her. But despite her alcoholic haze, she did gather that Jason was up for a construction job not far from where Bill and Sally lived.

"Here!" Bill announced. "Take this key. Stop in my house and make yourself at home. If my wife hassles you, just set her the fuck straight!"

Fran sobered up instantly at this remark. Bill had possibilities!

"Gee," Jason was saying. "That's very generous of you." And he pocketed the key.

For the rest of the evening, they continued their man-talk and Fran was relieved when Jason finally split.

"I'll be seeing you back home," he told Bill. "I hope your wife doesn't mind me being there too much."

"Fuck her!" Bill said raucously. "You think I'm going to worry about that bitch? She's lucky I feed and clothe her and keep a roof over her Goddamn head!"

Jason left shortly after that, nodding at Fran and telling Bill he would catch him later.

"Your wife sounds interesting," Fran said as they enjoyed their after-dinner brandies.

Bill snorted. "Maybe to you she does!" he said.

Fran was smart enough not to pursue this conversation in-depth, but she was anxious to take advantage of the fact that Bill had had too much to drink and might therefore reveal his true situation.

"Come on," she said softly. "You must love her if you're married to her."

Bill laughed shortly. "She's the coldest fish I've ever known!" he said.

Fran listened, with both ears flapping, while Bill recounted how hot his wife had been prior to their marriage and how she had turned out to be frigid.

"I'm not worried about sending Jason there," he said. "She doesn't fuck around at all. Believe me, in the town I live in I'd hear about it."

Fran doubted this. She knew how many long hours Bill worked in the agency. In fact many times she had wondered why he was so reluctant to go home when the other men did. But she didn't comment. She was just pleased as shit that the two of them seemed to have something going that might be promising.

Now, riding back on the plane with Bill, she nestled closer to him. Bill thought how differently they were relating to each other now compared to the flight out to Ohio, but he was too grateful for the change to comment about it.

"Are you going back into the agency tomorrow?" he wanted to know. "We could just pretend we were still out in Ohio and have some time together, you know."

Fran knew this, but she didn't want to appear too easy.

"It's something to consider," she said.

Bill looked around the plane. They were flying first class since the agency was picking up the tab. Hardly any other passengers were sharing their cabin.

"I'd like to fuck you right here and now," he told her. "What do you say?"

"I say you're, out of your mind," Fran shot back, but the idea had appeal for her.

"Come on," Bill insisted. "If you don't want to fuck, why don't you give me a blow-job? I'll just cover your head with the blanket!"

"You're crazy!" Fran said, but the idea of sucking on his cock while they flew 22,000 feet in the air struck her as exciting.

Bill was already covering the two of them with the brown, scratchy blanket.

"If the stewardess comes by, I'll just tell her you're taking a nap," he assured her. "Come on. Don't be such a fucking prude!"

Fran allowed him to cover her head with the blanket and found herself snuggled next to his cock.

"Take it out," she told him. "I want you to present it to me as though you were nursing a baby!"

"And you said I was crazy!" Bill said. But he was happy to do as she asked.

Now Fran's mouth was being brushed by the head of Bill's prick. Though it was dark under the blanket, she found the roar of the engines comforting in her ears and she opened her mouth to receive his prick. It slipped in easily enough and Fran began sucking and nuzzling his cock like a child starved for a lollipop.

"Oh," Bill groaned. "You're the best, baby. The fucking best!"

Fran wondered how this might appear to the stewardess or any other passenger that might be passing by. She knew her head was bobbing up and down under the blanket and it was all she could do to keep from moaning aloud in enjoyment.

She was holding his cock in her left hand now, pushing it in and out of her mouth faster and faster. It tasted so fucking good to her, she had to restrain herself to keep from biting its head off, but that would defeat her whole purpose so she fought against this cannibalistic tendency on her part, contenting herself with the rubbery, velvety taste and feel of his prick. Meanwhile, her own cunt-juice was growing, her twat itching for a cock to plow through it, but, this she knew was impossible. At least here in the seat.

Meanwhile, Bill was trying to maintain same expression of normalcy on his grimacing face. He jerked open his day-old issue of the newspaper and tried to cover his lap and Fran's bobbing head with it. Just then, the stewardess came by.

"Oh," she said. "Where is your companion?"

At that particular moment, Fran (under the blanket) had taken both his nuts into her mouth and was sucking and licking away at them furiously.

"My WHAT?" Bill shouted.

"The young lady who was riding with you," the annoying stewardess insisted.

"I guess she's in the john," Bill croaked. "Why?"

"I just wanted to see that everything was all right," the stewardess replied. "Here," she added, grabbing for the blanket. "You don't need this, do you?" And she tried to jerk it off his lap.

"Yes!" Bill practically shouted. "I DO!" And he found himself engaged in a tug of war over the blanket with the stewardess.

"Well!" she sniffed. "Some people!" And she waltzed down the aisle.

Fucking bitch! Bill thought to himself. Her interruption had almost cost him his hard-on, but Fran's busy tongue and lips soon had his cock twitchingly erect once again.

This had to be the best, Bill found himself thinking. Getting a blow-job by just anyone wasn't his cup of tea. But getting this brilliant young copywriter to suck his cock off, fist-class, was something else!

"I'm going to come!" he told her in a choked voice. "I'm going to come!"

Fran heard his strangled voice and sucked his cock even harder. Come! she wanted to shout, but she held her peace. In a few moments she was rewarded by Bill's hot, tasty fuck-sauce shooting deep into her throat. Swallowing his sperm in quick little gulps, Fran stayed close to his withering prick. When she was able to stuff it back into his pants and zip up his fly, she emerged into daylight once again.

"That was nice," Bill told her in a weakened voice. "Real nice."

Fran wiped her mouth and gave him a great smile.

"I enjoyed it, too," she told him. "Really!"

It was true, but Fran was now so horny, she was glad it was a short flight to New York.