Allan Taylor - Swap party campaign

Ruth sat uncomfortably on the sofa. The suspense was getting to her. Already, since the material of her dress was so thin, the round brown tips of her bare nipples beneath were showing. What am I doing here anyway? she asked herself.

"Here we are, Mrs. Connors," Dan said, entering the room with a tray. The piping hot coffee steamed from the pot as he set it down on the low coffee table in front of Ruth, and she could not help looking forward to its warmth.

"As I recall, you take a little sugar and a little bit of milk. Is that correct?" Dan smiled down at her, and Ruth blushed.

"Yes," she replied, lowering her eyes. "Yes, thank you, Dan!"

The hot coffee tasted delicious, and Ruth sat back, just a bit more at ease than before. She tried, however, to keep her arms in front of her, just in case her nipples showed too clearly. There were times when she wished she still wore a brassiere, and this was one of them. She didn't want Dan getting worked up until he was ready.

"Well, Dan," she said, breaking into the long silence that threatened. "What a cozy place you have here. I really like it. Tell me, how do you spend your time, now that you have so much of it?"

"Oh, I keep quite busy." Dan had taken a seat opposite Ruth in a straight-backed chair that he had pulled up to the coffee table. He drank his own coffee with relish, "I work on my little gadgets… and fool around with my tape deck."

"What tape deck?" Ruth asked. Suddenly everything inside her was listening, waiting for what the dark-haired man's answer would be.

"Why, the tape deck I use to record things, of course!" he replied easily, as though she should have known all along. "I see someone cheating on their husband, and I say to myself, 'Dan, you have got to teach that little woman a lesson," he added with a twinkle in his dark brown eyes. Ruth was silent but a thrill ran through her at the sudden change the game had taken. Normally it was just the old rape game, but this afternoon, with this blackmail thing thrown in, it added a more lewd flavor to it. It was all she could do to keep her hands from trembling on her cup.

"Oh, yes, I keep busy! I have a very modern tape recorder that I use to record these affairs. It's the best way, I understand. Oh yes, I have a lot of memories already down on tape."

"I… I see…" Ruth stammered.

Dan was thinking about how well this game was going. He could see how much it had excited Ruth already. Her nipples showed dark and erect through the thin dress, and his cock jerked at the memory of his tongue licking hungrily around the dark, berrylike nipples.

He was watching young Ruth Connors carefully now. "Perhaps you'd like to hear some of the tapes?" he inquired.

Outside a siren was screaming, and a fire truck clattered past. Ruth felt that sirens were wailing inside her head and her pussy, that any second the throbbing would go out of control and she would run out and grab any man who would fuck her.

"Yes… yes, I would like that," she said. A part of her knew that the time was near, that it was now that they would really start the game, but another part of her dared to hope that this exquisite suspense would last a bit longer. Dan got up and started into the bedroom, motioning her to follow.

"This is my bedroom back here," he said.

On legs that wobbled and trembled, Ruth followed her lover into the room.

"There's something I'd like to ask your advice about, anyway, Mrs. Connors," Dan said. "Won't you sit down on that chair there?" He pointed to a chair in the corner of the room. The other corner was taken up with an impressive bank of taping equipment stacked up to the ceiling.

Ruth sat down. There was an increasing lust mounting inside her, a thrill that she had to quench or she was going to be sick. I must not get sick now, she told herself. I must remain calm and wait for Dan's cue.

Dan reached into a cabinet and withdrew a reel of tape. He congratulated himself once more for having thought of recording one of their wilder fucking sessions. He fondled it carefully, thinking back to that night. Dan's dormant cock began to pulse to life as he remembered Ruth Connors' silkenly naked body spread lewdly on the bed ready for him to screw. She had pulled him to her.

"Dan, you've got a huge big cock… you've got a big throbbing cock!" She had to have it inside her cunt, no longer satisfied by the dildo she had been ramming deep into the clasping hole of her copper-fringed pussy. Pushing him down on the soft mattress of her bedroom, her mind crazed by the lust that seemed to fill the very air she breathed, Ruth had mounted his huge pussy-stretching prick.

Dan seemed to feel that incredible sensation still; it had been one of their better times. His cock throbbed excitedly as he recalled the tightness and the strength of Ruth's yearning cunt, wrapping itself around his upthrusting prick as she bounced up and down on it. She had had him fuck the dildo deep into the tight nether hold of her ass, and he had done so, overwhelmed with lust at the thought that he had almost cum right then and there without waiting for her. And when her young husband had come into the room he had joined them, and Ruth had been pressed between the two of them, her husband John and himself. They had fucked her together and singly. Dan had found her stretched and throbbing asshole as willing a receptacle for his lustfully hard cock as her cunt. He remembered how much Ruth had liked having the two deeply fucking cocks inside her at once, and it was then that Dan had ejaculated far into Ruth's ass-cushioned asshole in the most powerful cum that he had ever known.

He was glad that he had recorded the session on his small vest-pocket tape-recorder. He had meant to play it back for all of them to enjoy, but in the exhaustion following that mind-blowing cum, he had forgotten about it. Later when he had played it for himself and had almost cum again just from hearing it, he had decided that he would save the tape for later and use it as a surprise in one of their games. He knew Ruth would get a real send-off when she heard it, just like he had.

He slipped the tape cassette into his stereo tape deck, aware that Ruth Connors was watching his every move.

"Would you like to hear this?" he inquired. "I'd like you to tell me what you think I should do about it."

Ruth nodded. She could feel her palms sweating, and the tape began. What could it possibly be, she wondered, what little surprise did he have for her.

"Oooohhhhhhh… honey, fuck me… good. Realllll… gooddddd…"

Ruth almost fell off the chair. That tape had been made months ago, and that was her voice pleading to be screwed. She remembered the time really well – it had been one of the best with Dan, and then her husband had come in and they had fucked her senseless again. And this little devil had recorded the whole damn thing! She could have hugged him right then and there if she hadn't had a role to play. It was his surprise, and she didn't want to spoil it for him. The unmistakable sounds of Ruth's voice lewdly enticing her young lover to fuck her, inviting him to look and feel her nakedness, filled the small bedroom. Then, there followed only the intensely wet sounds and blissful gurglings of wild screwing. Ruth once more heard herself screaming as Dan's deeply fucking cock brought a release to all her built-up tensions. Over and over again she cried out as her cums accumulated and grew stronger and stronger. "Oh, fuck me. Fuck me harder, HARDER!"

Ruth wanted to stand up and rip the clothes off of her body, but she knew she would have to wait, and she glared at Dan's happily listening face, somewhat angry that he was waiting so long.

"That could be anyone… Anyone at all! You must be crazy to think you can make anyone believe…" she screamed convincingly.