Gale Roman - Swinging wife

"Oh!" Sally moaned. "Oh, Jason! Fuck me! Please fuck me faster!"

Jason didn't normally like to fuck too fast. He couldn't control his orgasm that way, but his excitement and desire for her was so great that he didn't care if he shot his entire wad right then and there. He began slamming back and forth so fast that Sally's teeth began rattling around in her head.

She pounded her heels high into the air, raking his back with hot nails, trying to get even deeper and closer to her, though this was impossible.

"That's it, honey!" Jason cried homely. "God, you're good!"

He loved it when a woman was willing to express her basest animal desires. This fucking Sally, he thought wildly to himself. She was a fucking beast!

It was true. If anyone had been watching them fucking on the couch, they would have been under the impression that Sally was trying to devour Jason. Her arms grasped at his body, her legs beat around his back, her cunt clutched at his cock feverishly.

Jason couldn't take it any longer. He was getting ready to shoot his fuck-sauce high into her snatch and nothing on the face of the earth could stop him now.

"I'm going to come!" he told her in a strained voice. "Oh, Sally! I'm going to come!"

And Sally felt the first unleashings of his hot cum shoot into her box and splash against her womb. It was soothing to her and it triggered off her own climax. Without any conscious effort on her part, her cunt went into violent contractions, squeezing and milking Jason's prick until he had no more to give her.

They lay panting on the couch, their bodies slippery with sweat, their heartbeats beginning to slow down as Jason's cock retreated. Sally gave him a fond hug and Jason returned the affectionate squeeze.

"Hey, honey," he murmured in her ear. "You're terrific!"

Sally smiled, pleased. Even if he did tell her husband what had happened, she no longer gave a shit. They had the whole evening to look forward to. An evening, she hoped, of sucking cock and getting her box eaten out. Maybe later they would fuck again!

Bill was on his way home. He had fucked his brains out at Fran's and he was exhausted. All he wanted to do was get inside his own bed for a change and go to sleep.

By the time the cab left him off in front of his house, he was so bone-tired, he barely noticed how dark the house was. But as he fumbled for his keys, he also glanced at his watch and noticed that it was only ten-thirty. Strange, he thought to himself. Sally never usually went to bed before one o'clock, after the Carson show.

But he was too tired to analyze her behavior and let himself inside the house. It was quiet. So quiet he couldn't even hear the television. Maybe she wasn't even there, he thought to himself. Right now, he wouldn't have cared. He was too tired to fuck her and he assumed she would be horny as hell with him gone for the past few days. She would be all over him, he decided, pleading to suck his cock and begging for "just one fuck, honey". Well, tough shit, Bill thought. She'd just have to wait until his balls got into an uproar again.

He began climbing the stairs. More like trudging, he knew, but he didn't care. No man on earth could have gotten a hard-on after the sexual gymnastics Fran put him through. As it was, he was proud as shit that he had been able to survive her company at all!

He pushed open the door to his darkened bedroom. He could see a form on the bed and hear the contented breathing of his wife. Bill, in a rare moment of consideration, decided not to flip the light on. He knew how to undress himself in the dark. And, he was so tired, that it wouldn't even matter to him if he passed out with his clothes on. He stumbled towards the bed, feeling his way across the room with his hands outstretched. Finally his knees hit the edge of the bed and he sat down. Taking off his shoes and socks, he stood to undo his belt and drop his pants. That was when he saw another pair of shoes (or rather felt them) on the floor. He whirled around towards the form on the bed, hoping to catch Sally with someone. But no, she was sleeping alone, her breathing regular.

Then Bill remembered that he had given Jason permission to stay in their house. He was probably in the guest room downstairs. He hoped that Sally wasn't too annoyed that he had given Jason the key. He would straighten that out with her in the morning.

Stripping completely nude, Bill climbed into the bed next to his sleeping wife, careful not to disturb her.

Sally woke the minute Bill climbed in bed with her. But she was not about to reveal her true state of consciousness. Shit! she thought to herself. If she let him know she was awake, he'd be all over her like no tomorrow! Sally had had enough sex in the last couple of days to take care of her for a week. The last thing in the world she wanted now was Bill climbing all over her.

She lay in bed thinking, or rather cherishing, every moment she had spent with Jason. He was heads and tails above her husband as far as she was concerned. At least as a lover. The only thing that didn't turn her on too much was that Jason's line of work didn't have too much status attached to it. She had to face the fact that she was a snob. She would never forfeit her comfortable situation with Bill unless Mr. Superman came along. As far as she knew, Jason was the best fuck she had enjoyed in a long time, but he wasn't Mr. Superman.

She concentrated on making her breathing steady and slow, simulating sleep, though she was too excited to really be asleep. Earlier on, she had truly been tired. When Jason had insisted on carrying her to her bedroom, she had agreed, but was vehemently against his staying there with her.

Now, with Bill lying next to her, she was glad she had told Jason no on the sleeping-with-her-all night bit.

"But I want to hold you," he had insisted. "I want to wake up in the morning and see your face."

She had been flattered by his remarks, as anyone would have, but in the back of her mind was the very real possibility that Bill, the unpredictable, might pop in to try to catch her. She knew this was silly thinking on her part, and that it was only her guilt that made her entertain such thoughts. But now, with Bill snoring next to her, she thanked her lucky stars that she had insisted Jason return to the guest room downstairs.

All she could hope for was that Bill would be gone by the time she awoke the next morning. He no longer expected her to rise with him at the crack of dawn and have breakfast with him. She used to, but that was early in their marriage. Once they had established a pattern of sorts, Sally allowed herself the luxury of sleeping late. What with her sexual activities during the day, she needed all the rest she could get.

But when Sally woke the next morning, Bill was downstairs in the kitchen. She guessed he wanted to talk with Jason before splitting with Lisa's husband for the city.

"Hello, honey," she said automatically as he fussed with the coffee pot. "How was your trip?"

Bill turned quickly at the sound of his wife's voice. He felt so guilty about his affair with Fran, it was his intention to make his wife her breakfast before going in to work.

"Just great, sweetheart!" he told her, trying to muster up a hearty tone to his voice. It was awfully early for Bill to feel hearty, but he was trying!

"I'm glad," Sally said, sitting down in the breakfast nook and waiting for the coffee to perk.

"Did Jason get here?" Bill asked guardedly, remembering the shoes in the bedroom. They could have been his shoes; in fact, he thought they probably were, but he had forgotten to check them when he awoke.

"Yeah," Sally said, feigning disinterest. "I saw him last night."

"I hope you two are getting along," Bill said. "Em sorry to spring him wi you like this, honey. But I ran across him in Ohio and he was desperate for a place to stay while he was looking for work."