Gale Roman - Swinging wife

"Oh," Sally said. What else was there to say?

She hoped that he would pick up the conversation, and not leave the burden of discovering their mutual needs on her, but she didn't know if he would do this. If he didn't, it wouldn't necessarily mean he didn't want to pursue this line of questioning, only that he wasn't up to contributing on his own.

But then Jason said something that cheered her immensely in her desire to get to know this man who was now living under the same roof.

"Yeah," he continued. "I got married when I was in the Army. I was lonely, guess. Married some chick I met in a bar. Not like Bill!" he was quick to add. "I understood the two of you had dated quite a bit before you got hitched."

He looked questioningly at her.

Sally gulped. It was true they had dated. But they certainly hadn't spent much time in getting to know each other! She was eager to get out of her house, and he was eager to get out of his. So, in essence, the two of them had merely set up residence apart from their restrictive parents.

"Yes," she replied. "We dated for some time before getting married."

"Bill always talked about you," Jason volunteered. "He adored you."

"No kidding?" Sally asked, genuinely surprised. "Yeah," Jason went on easily. "He said you were the greatest."

"Oh?" she asked. "That was flattering."

"More than that, I'd say," Jason continued. "There were plenty of guys I knew that got married, but none seemed to care about his wife the way Bill did."

"Well, I'll be damned!" Sally said cheerfully.

Shit! she thought to herself. If he had loved her so much, why did he carry on the way he did after they had been together for a few months?

"Yeah," Jason was saying. "He bragged so much about you, we all were jealous."

"Huh!" Sally said. She was beginning to like Jason a lot!

"All of us used to kind of hope that we would meet someone like you," Jason continued. "But after a while, I guess we all gave up."

This was heavy shit for Sally. She never knew Bill had praised her so highly in his discussions with the guys.

"Yeah," she said. "He's all right!"

She hoped that didn't commit her too much to his cause. Because whatever his cause was now, she wasn't even a part of it! As far as she was concerned, her husband was a lost item, something that paid her bills and enabled her to live out her groovy life-style.

"I hope someday I'm as fortunate as Bill," Jason was saying. "There's nothing I'd work harder for than to find a chick like you."

"I guess everyone wants essentially the same thing."

"Yeah," Jason said. "But it's not easy."

If he only knew how easy it was! Sally said to herself. Aloud, she said: "Did you have enough to eat? Do you want something else?"

"No," Jason said. "Thanks very much. But I'm full."

He noticed then that she seemed uncomfortable on the straight-backed chair she was sitting in.

"Here," he offered. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable on the couch?"

It was a loaded question. Sally was faced with the chance to either sit with him in her thin nightgown or retain her seat off to one side. But her loneliness overrode any modesty she was hoping to retain.

"Okay."

Moving with all the grace of a sixteen-year-old at her first prom, Sally swished over to the couch. Her heart was beating so loudly, she feared Jason might hear it.

But he simply moved over to make more room for her.

"How's that?" he asked affably. "Do you feel any better?"

"Much better," Sally admitted as she readjusted herself to the couch with Jason on it. She sat primly to one side.

Jason flashed on her attitude right away.

"I suppose you feel strange, knowing. I'm a friend of your husband's and all that?" he offered. "That's part of it," Sally said. She wasn't about to admit her true desire to be fucked by Jason. That would be the height of foolishness.

"And what would be the other part?" Jason was curious to know, placing one of his hands on her thigh.

Sally flinched. Not so much because she was offended, but because of the desire and mixed feelings Jason aroused in her.

"Didn't you expect your wife to be faithful?" she asked in a small, little-girl voice.

Jason laughed. "Yeah," he admitted. "I guess so. But I'm older now. And I know that whatever turns you on, turns you on!"

"How do I know you're not just here to spy for my husband?" Sally blurted. "I mean what assurance do I have that whatever happens between the two of us is just going to be between the two of us?"

"That's a good question," Jason admitted. "But if you're worried about me saying something to your old man, you're barking up the wrong tree." And he moved his hand on her thigh up a little closer to her cunt.

Sally gasped. There was nothing she wanted more in the world than to have Jason's prick fucking away inside her cunt. But to admit to this and to encourage it was more than she could bear without his tacit approval.

"Do you mean that it doesn't bother you to fuck your own friend's wife?" she baldly asked.

Jason's smile became a little strained.

"Let's not say I wouldn't have any feelings about it," he said. "That wouldn't be true. But let us also admit that right now it wouldn't stop me one bit!"

Sally almost said, "In that case, let's get on with it," but something deep within her was holding back. Jason would have to prove to her that he was sincere in his desire for her, and not just using her to get back at Bill for whatever may have happened between the two of them in the Army.

But then, as his fingers inched their way nearer and nearer to her cunt, Sally no longer gave a shit what Jason might tell Bill. Let him really have something to brag about. Then, as his fingers grasped the vee of her snatch, Sally gave a little cry and threw her arms around Jason's neck.

Jason responded with the speed of lightning. He never knew Bill was married to such a hot piece of ass, and it surprised the shit out of him. His memories of Bill consisted mainly of Bill's priggish ways. How a prick like Bill could have convinced a warm-blooded woman like this to marry him was beyond his wildest imagination.

Sally felt Jason's strong arms enfold her and her heart began pounding loudly through the thinness of her gown. She could feel Jason's heart beating just as loudly, if not louder, through his own T-shirt and her blood began to boil. She wanted him to move swiftly, fuck her now before she had time to think about what she was doing. Later, maybe, they would have time for some long drawn-out lovemaking. But all that mattered to Sally at the moment was that Jason should get his cock inside her cunt as fast as possible.

In order to insure this, Sally pulled her nightgown over her head. Jason gaped down at her beautiful body. He saw her tits jutting proudly without any support and the pinkness of her nipples that just cried out to be licked and sucked. Fighting against his natural impulse to latch onto her jugs, he stood instead, and quickly stripped out of his clothes.

Now their inflamed bodies pressed nakedly together on the couch. Sally could feel the hairs on Jason's legs brush against her own smooth-shaven ones and she began rubbing her legs up and down on his. His cock was pressing into her stomach and it felt huge. Sally opened her eyes and saw his dick pointing straight towards her mouth.

Though she wanted ta feel that prick jamming lightly into her cunt, she couldn't resist bending her head down to his lap and taking a few sucks.

Jason closed his eyes and groaned. Her tongue felt like a million bucks to him and had he had a choice now between the cash and the tongue, he would have chosen the tongue.

"No," he told her, pulling her head gently off his cock. "Sally, please! I want to be inside you!" And he forced her back on the couch so that her hips were spread wide beneath him, just waiting for the entrance of his swollen cock. With the first shove, Sally gasped. She was so lubricated by her excitement, her cunt provided a slippery trail for Jason's cock to slide into and he was soon rutting in and out of her box rapidly.