Gale Roman - Swinging wife

Mrs. Martin was now appearing closer to reality than before. Tom allowed himself to perceive how really pretty she was. How much superior her attitude towards him was, as opposed to the assholes in high school. Though Tom was a handsome dude, by any stretch of the imagination, he always seemed to be attracted to girls that wanted to wait until they were married to "do it".

Though part of Tom's brain had been conditioned to believe this was only right, an enormous part of him wanted to fuck! And now, not in some fictional future when he would be much, older. He had taken to whacking his meat off, alone in his room, his head dancing with visions of some very fuckable girl.

Now was different. Mm. Martin, Vickey, as he lad to force himself to call her, was a whole new ballgame. She obviously wasn't a virgin and she wasn't about to go through that whole Mickey Mouse number of wanting to save herself until she was married. She was married and Tom was glad.

Fuck her husband, what's his name? What kind of man would leave his wife for a strange part of the country that only a fool would go to? Tom felt his bitterness toward Mr. Martin grow in leaps and bounds. The more his guilt grew over the fact that he wanted to fuck Mrs. Martin, the deeper his hatred for the missing Mr. Martin grew.

"What's the matter with you?" Vickey suddenly asked. "You look funny!"

"Fuck you!" Tom shouted, suddenly coming out back to reality. He lunged towards Vickey as though to silence her, but he crushed her into his young strong arms instead.

Not a word of protest escaped from Vickey's lips. She returned his kiss as passionately as it was laid on her lips.

Tom could feel the parting of Vickey's lips beneath his, feel her tongue dart into his mouth, feel her saliva flow with his. He could also feel her prominent tits jutting into his chest, her nipples taut and perky, hard as nails.

He began grinding his pelvis slowly into hers, feeling her flesh give way beneath his pressure. He felt dizzy and powerful at the same time. He was like an animal at the kill. Nothing, but nothing could have distracted him from the joyous task he had set himself about. All he wanted was to feel his cock buried in a warm, tight cunt. To experience that which he had heard so much about and longed to know first-hand. Now when, it was so close to his grasp, he felt as though he was beginning to understand for the first time what life was all about.

He began tearing at Vickey's clothing. The fabric was all a hindrance to him and he wanted to do away with it, even if it meant hi destruction.

Vickey heard her dress being torn to shreds, and, though she couldn't afford another, she didn't give a shit.

All she cared about right now was getting fucked by this handsome stud.

Tom felt himself for the first time being overcome by a tidal wave. He felt as though he were drowning in a sea of lust and desire. He trusted those elements and asked only that they would have mercy an him. That's how vulnerable he felt.

And Vickey was the best.

Tom would always maintain a warm place in his heart for her generosity of spirit and patience. She made his introduction to the arts of fucking and sucking so wonderful, he became an insatiable cunt-lover and big fucker from then on. She sucked his prick. She nibbled and gulped and swallowed every bit of jizz he had to give her. She let him fuck her up her tight, lonely cunt and she let him bugger her asshole. She licked contentedly away at his own shitter and sucked his balls to his heart's content.

In short, Vickey was a delightful introduction to the arts of heterosexual love and Tom was never to duplicate his experience with her, nor did he want to!

And now, here with Sally, the memory of Vickey came flooding through his brain.

He had Sally on her stomach now, her tits pressed into the cool linoleum of the kitchen floor. Her tight little asshole was presented to his cock, which yearned to make its entrance into this highly prized tight area. With a few grunts and shoves, Tom's prick was inside her shitter to the balls, and Sally began bucking her his up and down, her buttocks slamming into his belly with undisguised glee.

"That's it, baby!" he kept saying with each new slam of his own cock into the tight grip of her asshole.

As for Sally, she could feel his cock worming its way into the deepest recess of her bowels and she wondered where it would all end. Sometimes, when the guy was unusually huge, Sally was under the impression his cock would pop out of her mouth and she could give him a blow-job at the same time she was fucking him. Of course that had never happened, and Sally was content to receive his cock up her ass at one point and down her throat at others.

Then Tom's body began shaking and shuddering with the effort of his orgasm. It seemed to Sally that they were on a roller coaster that was fast descending only to suddenly spurt uphill again and around dangerous curves that shook them both.

She could hear Tom's breath rasping in her ear.

"Oh, baby!" he gasped. "Oh, you fucking whore!"

And with that, Tom shot his load high up into Sally's asshole. They lay still for a while, and Sally could feel the excess sperm leaking out of her butt and running down her thighs. Then Tom rolled away from her. She didn't move right away, but then, when the cool of the floor turned to a sweaty puddle from her own perspiration, she, too, sat up.

Tom glanced at her sheepishly. Their encounter had been too hurried, too casual for him to feel relaxed around her. He tried to gauge what her feelings toward him were, but she averted her eyes and went into the downstairs bathroom. Tom hung around foolishly for a bit, wondering if she would return and invite him back, or what. Just as he was about to give up on her ever returning, she opened the door to the bathroom and re-entered the kitchen, a red towel around her nudity.

"Well," Tom said. "I guess I'll be going…" He let his voice trail off.

"Stop around and see me again when you're in the neighborhood," Sally invited.

She smiled at him, but it was not the kind of smile that invited any further intimacy. Tom left then, feeling good that he had gotten his rocks off so unexpectedly, but feeling oddly hollow at the same time. He would return, he vowed, and things would be different.

An hour or so after Tom had left, Sally was on the phone with her best friend, Lisa. The two of them shared a world of secrets so remote from their husbands' lives that, either spouse known what his wife was up to, he would have either murdered or divorced her on the spot. Unlike Sally, Lisa had two kids. This made Lisa mildly resentful of Sally's freedom, but they had so much in common in other departments, it was easy for Lisa to squelch the occasional feelings of jealousy.

"No shit!" Lisa squealed. "He just fucked you up the ass and left?"

"Yeah," Sally said. "And I'm horny as shit again. I don't know, Lisa. Sometimes I think something is wrong with me!" Lisa laughed. "If there's something wrong with you, there's something wrong with me, too! And I'm not about to buy that bullshit. We're just two young healthy women who aren't getting enough cock from our husbands!"

Lisa was married to Paul, an engineer with a firm in the city. Bill and Paul often rode together to work, but they were not close friends. At least not to the extent that their wives were.

"Where's Jane?" Sally inquired, referring to Lisa's little girl.

"At my mother's," Lisa said. "I was hoping that Jack would come by today, but so far, nothing. If you think you're horny, you ought to see the state my box is in!"

"Yeah?" Sally teased. "Tell me about it!"

This was one of her favorite games, getting each other aroused on the phone until they eventually found themselves together in bed. Though neither one of them considered themselves lesbians, they were so sexual in nature, it didn't really matter to them where their pleasure came from.