Nick Eastwood - Widow on the make

The two couples, Harry and Ginger, and Don and Joan, were in their thirties and appeared to be old friends of Andrea and Frank. Dotty kind of wished she could stay and join the party, but that wasn't part of her duties, so she drifted off to her room to watch TV.

After about an hour she felt hungry, so she decided to sneak down to the kitchen and grab a snack. There was a special back stairway for the hired help, and she wouldn't be seen by the Winters and their guests.

Dotty couldn't resist taking a peek at the party. A narrow door let off the stairs into the living room, and she opened it just a crack and peered in. Then she clapped a hand to her mouth to stifle a gasp of shock.

The Winters and all their guests were sitting around naked.

Dotty blinked and looked again. She seemed to have sex on the brain lately, and maybe her eyes had deceived her. But, no, it was for real – nobody in the room had a stitch of clothes on. They were chatting away like it was a perfectly normal party.

Naturally Dotty had to stay and spy. She was dying to know just what kind of party this was. Everybody finished their drinks, and then Frank got up and walked over to Ginger, a well-built redhead.

"Want to get this party rolling, Ginger?" he asked.

"I'd love to, Frank," she smiled.

Frank pulled her to her feet, and they walked hand-in-hand to the center of the vast living room. Meanwhile Andrea dimmed the lights a little and put some sensuous music on the stereo. Everybody looked at Frank and Ginger with great interest.

Dotty innocently thought they were going to dance, but something far more exciting happened. Frank and Ginger began to kiss and run their hands over each other's body. Right there in front of everyone, they were starting to make love.

"Oh, my gosh," Dotty breathed, her love starved body tingling with arousal.

Ginger sighed and bent her legs, opening her thighs wide. Now everybody could see the glistening red flesh of her gash, and they could see what Frank was doing to her. He was easing his middle finger into her cunt.

"Ununnhhhh, God!" she gasped.

Leering at the pretty redhead, Frank glided finger into her cunt as deep as it would go.

Ginger clawed the rug and gurgled. He started finger-fucking her in quick urgent strokes, and she jerked her hips to the same rhythm.

"Yeah, honey, that feels great," she moaned. Dotty became aware that her molten pussy juice had waked through her panties and was running down her thighs. She couldn't go twenty-four hours without sex, and the time was up. She ached to trade places with Ginger, enjoying Frank's expert love-making.

But she had to face the fact that she was only the housekeeper and couldn't expect to party with her employers. Frank and Andrea would be making love to her a lot, she knew, but she wasn't included in their social life.

Maybe she shouldn't even be spying, because it was just sweet torture for her. But she couldn't tear herself away. No matter how urgently horny it made ha, she had to find out what really went on at a swingers' party. As long as she wasn't caught, no one would really be hurt.

Frank's stiff finger pistoned furiously in Ginger's dripping cunt, and the lovely housekeeper writhed with pleasure. Her face was contorted into a lusty mask, and she was clawing at the shag carpet. She seemed to be right on the verge of coming, when Frank suddenly withdrew his finger.

"Frank, you shit," she groaned.

Frank just laughed. "Don't worry, honey," he said, "I've got something much better for you."

He sure did. Dotty almost mowed with longing as he rose to his knees and she saw his ironhard cock. He moved between Ginger's splayed thighs and pressed the enormous purple head of his prick to her cream-oozing cuntal opening.

"Oh, baby, yessss!" Ginger hissed.

Leering broadly, Frank started casing his stiff cock into her aroused and hungry cunt. He went into her slowly, just as he'd done with Dotty last night. Dotty could have howled with frustration and longing. She ached to feel that big hard boner stuffing her hungry little pussy.

"Mmmmm, yeah, deeper, honey!" Ginger whined. "Give me every inch of that big thing." Dotty wasn't the only one getting wildly turned on. The others started moving in closer for a better view of the action, leaving their chairs and sitting on the rug. The other two men, Don and Harry, had hard-ons, and Andrea and Joan were flushed and breathing hard as they watched Frank gliding his cock into Ginger's cunt.

"Unnnhhhh, more, more!" Ginger sobbed. But Frank just took his time, moving into her with maddening slowness. Her thick cuntal juices boiled out around his prick and flooded down the crack of her ass. The woman was shaking with need as she waited for full penetration.

"Frank, you're doing that on purpose," Andrea scolded.

"You bet I am," he laughed.

"He's sure getting Ginger hot," Harry chuckled.

No question about that. Ginger was frantically clawing the carpet and whimpering with need. At last Frank's boner touched bottom, and nothing showed but his engorged hairy balls. He paused to catch his breath.

"There," he said, "you got it all now, Ginger. Was there anything else you wanted?"

"Frank, you bastard!" Ginger groaned. "You know damned well I want you to fuck my brains out."

"Good old Ginger," Harry grinned. "She always lets you know what she wants."

But would Frank give it to her? Dotty felt just as frustrated as Ginger. Frank held his position, his cock fully buried in Ginger's smoking cunt, not moving. Ginger writhed and jerked her hips, signaling her hot need, but Frank just knelt there grinning like a maniac.

"Frank," Andrea said, "you're being a naughty boy."

"Yeah, Frank," Joan chimed in, "give her a break."

"Oh, all right, if you insist," Frank said.

He lifted Ginger's legs and draped them over his shoulders. That way his audience could see everything that happened. They all focused lustily on his long rigid cock as he began sliding it in and out of Ginger's juice-slick pussy.

"Ohhhh, shit, yesss!" she moaned.

Frank wasn't moving very fast, but at least he was moving. Dotty shivered with longing.

She'd have given anything just then to be in Ginger's place, feeling that rock-hard boner moving in and out of her fever-hot cunt.

She reminded herself to keep cool and not whimper with need. The Winters would be furious if they caught her spying on their party, and she didn't want to lose this job. But no way could she stop spying. It drove her crazy to watch, yet she was fascinated.

"Fuck it to me, fuck it to meeee!" Ginger whined.

She was moving her hips to Frank's slow sensuous tempo, and her pretty face was twisted with horniness. Each time his cock hit bottom, she moaned and creamed. Then very gradually Frank increased the speed of his fucking, and Ginger moaned with delight. The faster he did it to her, the more aroused she got.

"Oh, yeah, faster, honey, faster," she wailed. Harry watched his wife getting fucked by another man, and his nostrils flared with lust. He fisted his thick hard boner and pumped it. Dotty eyed his cock, then Don's rigid prick, and wished she could enjoy even one of those magnificent hard-ons.

At least she wasn't the only horny, frustrated woman in the room. Andrea and Joan were getting pretty hot, too, as they watched Ginger having all the fun. Andrea shamelessly started rubbing her clit, playing with herself as she watched.

That looked like a pretty good idea to Dotty. If she couldn't join the party, at least she could get some relief from the burning horniness she felt. She slipped her hand up under her nightie and felt the scorching wet flesh of her cunt gash.

Just her lightest touch felt great. She started sawing a stiff finger over the burning folds of flesh, reminding herself not to make the slightest sound, no matter how good it felt. Soon her finger was dripping with her oozing cunt juices.