Gale Roman - Swinging wife

"Yeah, I know," Sally said. "He told me all about it."

Just then Jason walked into the kitchen. Sally tried hard to disguise the catch in her throat and the shortness of breath that overtook her when she saw him.

"Good morning, Jason," she said. "Did you deep well?"

Jason yawned and stretched. Then his mouth creased into a wonderful grin.

"Can't remember sleeping better in my life," he said. "How about you?"

This exchange didn't go unnoticed by Bill, but he interpreted it differently than it really was.

The two men chatted for a bit, exhorting the latest data on each other's lives.

"Well, I'm off," Bill said at long last. "Hope you two can entertain each other until I come back for dinner tonight."

He went over to Sally and gave her a light peck on her cheek. "Take care," he said automatically. "If I'm late, I'll give you a call."

He suspected that Fran would be after his ass to have dinner with him.

"The meeting was excellent," he said. "I may be asked to stay late. I don't know, but I'll call you."

Sally could hardly wait until her husband was out of the house.

"Have a good day," she chimed. Jason shook his hand and said something about maybe barbecuing that evening.

"I'll get the stuff," he told Bill. "Just get your ass back here."

Once Bill had driven out of the driveway, the two lovers turned to each other. For Sally it was a relief to not worry where her fuck would be coming from that day. He was standing here, right in front of her.

"Okay, honey," Jason said, "now it's just you and me, babe!"

Sally smiled. "What about your job?" she asked him. "Aren't you going to look into it?"

"Sure," Jason said easily. "I can make a phone call. But all I want to do that now is be next to you. We started a lot of shit last night we didn't get a chance to finish!"

That was true, in a way. Both of them wanted to fuck their brains out, but Sally had a suspicion that Bill might return. She had a hard time convincing Jason of this, but as it was, she was proven right. She was only grateful they hadn't been caught when Bill returned. Had he came home only an hour earlier, he would have been greeted with a sight that would have sent him flying into the divorce, courts.

Jason was moving towards Sally now. She stood still, her legs braced, ready to greet him. This was the way to have someone wake her up in the morning! She said nothing, but stared at him; their eyes locked, each knowing what the other wanted more than anything in the world.

Sally liked everything she knew about Jason. Granted she didn't know that much, but what he had shown her so far was just fine with her. He had the physical beauty and athletic stamina that were so important to her. Plus although he worked at manual labor, he was far from a dummy. Sally had learned the hard way that a man is a man is a man. Though she wasn't quite at the point where she would forfeit Bill's position, and therefore hers, she still was toying with the idea that Jason was more her ideal mate than Bill could ever hope to be.

"Mmmmm!" Jason was saying, "I can still taste your cunt on my lips!"

Sally felt her clit jump, hearing this kind of talk.

"And I can still taste your cum," she responded.

Neither one was willing to make the move closer to the other.

"I liked the way your cunt tasted," Jason told her. "I'd like second helping."

Sally grinned.

"Come and get 'em!" she told him.

She never expected this innocent remark, to unleash the kind of furious attack that Jason assaulted her with now! He seemed to be all over her at once! His mouth crushed down on hers, his cock rammed into her stomach, his arms closed around her back. Sally felt as though she might suffocate.

"You fucking little cunt!" he hissed in her ear. "I'm going to fuck you until you cry for mercy!"

Sally's heart raced. Good! she thought. That was what she wanted more than anything in the world.

To be fucked and sucked until she fucking passed out! She couldn't believe that any other woman was as lucky as she was! Betty Freidan was all wet!

Her mouth was at his ear now. "What you want, lover?" she teased, grinding her body against his massive frame.

"You know what I want, you little cunt," Jason told her.

"No I don't!" she protested in mock surprise.

"Maybe you want this!" Jason said, grabbing his cock and ramming it against the fabric of her robe. "Take that Goddamn thing off! I want to feel a woman next to me. Not a piece of cloth!"

"Take it off yourself!" Sally countered. She was enjoying herself more than she could remember. Certainly this was one of her better mornings!

Jason didn't have to be asked twice to remove her robe. He did so in one fell swoop. But before he moved upon her, he couldn't help but pause to admire her body. It was truly a work of art. He knew that someday she would be old and wrinkled, and the miracle was that today, while he held her in his arms, she was a vibrant young woman, ripe and ready to receive his cock.

If people only knew how temporary everything was, he thought to himself, they wouldn't make it so hard! Why not seize the day, like the philosophers advised? He certainly did. Though Jason worked in construction, he had had enough college to heighten his appreciation and perception of things. Especially something like Sally! It wasn't true that he saw her as simply an object for his desires. He could appreciate the fact that she was a woman.

It was just that fact that made Sally respond to him, also. If only! she thought to herself. If only Bill would divorce me and I would marry Jason. What on earth would my future be like? Certainly no more one-night stands! But maybe I wouldn't need them any more. Maybe it's only because I'm married to a clod like Bill, I have to fuck around on the side. Actually, Sally believed in her heart that she was a one-man, woman. She knew people who reviewed her record of indiscriminate fucks would laugh in her face, but in her heart she felt that all she really needed was a compatible man.

Now Jason was moving towards her tits, taking them one at a time and suckling them, making the nipples pop out prominent and proud with the stimulation.

Sally felt her clit begin to twitch when Jason sucked her nipples. She wondered if there was a connecting nerve that ran from her tits to her cunt and decided there definitely was.

Now Jason was dropping to his knees, digging his thick tongue into her belly button, prior to lowering it to her bush. Sally stood very still, her head toad back, her eyes closed, her hands resting lightly on Jason's head.

Jason knelt in front of her, his eyes also closed.

He could taste the scent of her clean flesh and he wanted to gobble all of her up inside him. His cock was nosing out from between his legs, throbbing with hot blood.

Sally took both her hands and spread the lips of her cunt wide apart so that Jason would have no trouble digging in there with his tongue and sucking her off.

Jason saw the large clit alert and distinct in the folds of her pink cunt. It looked like a tiny cock to him, but he took it between his lips and sucked and licked it anyway.

Sally almost buckled when she felt his experienced tongue flicking in and out on her cunt. He seemed to have a technique that was so superlative she wondered where on earth he had learned to suck pussy. Maybe it wasn't something that was taught; maybe it was a natural gift, like being a talented diver or something. Whatever it was, Jason's tongue lashed in and out of her pussy, driving her to newer and higher heights of ecstasy.

"Oh!" she cried, no longer worried about being married to Bill. No longer even thinking about the fact that she was essentially nothing more than a suburban housewife. This was what she was: a woman highly, attuned to pleasure, and Jason was only there to confirm it!