Gale Roman - Swinging wife

"Why don't you have dinner over at my place this evening?" she suggested. "That is, if you're not in any hurry to get back to Sally and Jason."

"Fuck Sally and Jason!" Bill said. "I'm coming with you!"

"Good," Fran said, straightening herself up in the narrow seat. "Because you have to do me now, honey. I want you to eat my pussy until it's raw!"

"It'll be my pleasure," Bill assured her. "My pleasure!"

After they had landed, Bill was able to get a taxi to take them both to Fran's East Side apartment. As he entered the apartment, he thought to himself that suburban living sucked. He decided right then and there to spend a tad more time at Fran's place.

"Do you want a drink?" Fran asked when they had set their bags down in the foyer.

"Not unless you do," Bill said. He was tired of drinking. No longer did he need an artificial stimulus to get it on with Fran. Just the idea of sucking her cunt was enough for him.

"I'll be right with you," Fran said, going into the bathroom. "Make yourself at home!"

"I intend to," Bill told her. He looked around the living room. It didn't surprise him that a copywriter making at least twenty thousand a year should live this well. It was his pleasure to share her comfort.

He strolled into her bedroom, pleased with the fact that she had a huge waterbed. He could hardly wait to go down on her with the sensation that they were floating on a raft.

When Fran reappeared, she had showered and changed into a thin, white nightgown that did nothing in the way of making her look modest. Bill let out a low whistle.

"You look good enough to eat," he told her.

"I'm glad to hear that," she teased, "because that's exactly what I want you to do to me! Eat me until I come, honey!"

She got onto the waterbed instantly and whipped up her white nightgown. Bill stared at her spread beaver. Though he hadn't even made a move towards her, he could see the moist secretions leaking out of her horny cunt.

With a little cry of lust, Bill jammed his face into her box. Whatever perfume she had used was like a heavenly scent to him. He mashed his face between her hairy cunt-lips and began licking away at her box like a maniac.

"Oh!" Fran moaned. "That feels so good, honey! Don't stop! I love it!"

Bill liked it when a woman expressed her desires and pleasures to him verbally. It only served to increase his own desire and pleasure.

"I could eat you forever!" he told her. "You taste so fucking good!" And he dug his tongue even deeper into her hole.

"Not there!" she protested, spreading the lips of her cunt wider apart far him. "Up here!" And she flicked her clit with her finger.

Bill started sucking on her passion-bud with such fervor, Fran feared she might blow right then and there without the long drawn-out sensations she preferred.

She grabbed his head so that she might better guide his tongue. By pushing and jerking gently his head all around, she soon had Bill covering her entire cuntal area with his thick, wet and warm tongue.

"That's nice!" she told him. "Now you've got it!"

Bill began licking faster then, feeling as though he wanted nothing in the world better than to give her as much pleasure as he was receiving from simply sucking her cunt. It was times like this that Bill thought he was born to eat pussy. He was flooded with her scent, with her juices and with the whole idea that he was going down on a chick.

If his mouth wasn't stuffed with her snatch, he might have told her that, but words seemed insufficient now to him. All he wanted to do was suck her to orgasm! He was making such headway, giving head, that Fran's hips were humping up and down in his face, slamming into his nose and bruising his eyebrows, but Bill didn't care. This was it! She was worth going down on, after all, she had shown no hesitation in giving him a blow-job back on the plane in a relatively public area.

Just then, interrupting his own senseless train of thought, Fran cried out.

"Oh my God!" she shrieked. "Don't stop! I'm coming! COOMMIINNCGG!"

And she heaved and bucked and shook all over the bed until she couldn't move any more.

Bill raised his head from between her thighs, his face covered with her cunt-juice, a dazed grin on his face.

"Are you all right?" he asked her.

For an answer, Fran reached down with both hands to drag his head towards her mouth.

"Oh, God, yes!" she moaned. "That was just wonderful. Really, Bill! Just fantastic!"

And she kissed him deeply.

While she was kissing him, she thought to herself what a terrific person he was in bed. Why his wife couldn't get along with him was beyond her. But then, since Fran had never been a frigid person, how could she expect to understand another? To her, Bill was the complete man. Sensitive, ardent, intelligent and a great fuck. There was surely something wrong with Sally!

Well, if there was anything wrong with Sally, Fran would have a hard time convincing Jason!

After Sally had showered and changed, she found herself once again comfortable in her own house. If Bill was so foolish to send this attractive man to her, even to spy on her activities, she would give them both a good report!

When she descended the stairs to face this new challenge called Jason, she found him lounging on the couch, watching television.

"Anything good on?" she asked in an effort to communicate with him.

Jason turned to face her. "Naw," he told her. "It's just the same old shit!"

He yawned and stretched his tall body and Sally flashed on the way his muscles seemed to ripple up and down the entire length of his frame. If there was one thing for sure, Bill's sit-down type of job hadn't done anything toward keeping him in shape. The contrast Jason's lean and muscled body presented to her was so stark, she almost came right under her lounging gown.

If being in construction kept you that well-preserved, Sally thought, maybe she ought to become a crane operator!

She was, in a sense, she reminded herself, remembering her afternoon with Ralph on the sun-deck. She was the best Goddamn crane operator in the fucking state!

As a matter of fact, she realized, it was nice to have a man around the house. Bill was never home this early, and she usually watched the evening news by herself. Now, with the very male presence of Jason, she felt content in a way she hadn't experienced in a long time.

When she had first been married to Bill, she had the illusion of being contented. He was attentive in those days, but this period had been brief. No sooner had she tucked her wedding gown away than her own body needed mothballs.

Fuck that shit! Her first reaction had been. What was she, nothing more than a receptacle for those times when he felt like watering her? Sally was romantic enough at heart to desire more than that! And though she had chosen the only alternative open to her, she had been able to salvage her marriage only through the liaisons site kept burning on the side.

Now, a new one was presenting itself to Sally and as she was never one to turn down anything presentable, she looked with new interest at the muscular man on the couch.

How would he react to her, knowing that she was married to his best friend? A man who had given him a home when he needed one, a place to stay when he had little money? She hoped that Jason would realize that Bill's relationship with her wasn't all that great, but she had no guarantee that he was aware of these personal facts, or that they would make any difference. Maybe she would have to become the aggressor. But was that a good idea? She decided to just take it as it came.

When Jason's interest in television seemed to wane, she decided to jump into the breach.

"Have you ever been married?" she asked him.

Jason gave her his flail attention before answering this question. "Yes," he said. "Once."