Robert Thirdwall - Swap Talk

Maxine was already naked except for a sweater which she pulled off over her large, heavy tits. She was a tall girl, but she wasn't skinny. Her big globes seemed all the bigger because of a slender waist and diaphragm, and they bounced appealingly as she walked. Jeff, too, disrobed. He was long of limb with flat sinewy muscles, but somewhat to my surprise his penis was not extraordinary. It was fairly long, but it was neither as long nor as thick as Frank Cordoba's monster. Together they approached Helen who looked timid and demure in her white dress, in spite of the fact that in replacing the straps on her shoulders she had kept the halves of the bodice on the outside of her tits so that they hung bare and bronze within the border of white, their hard brownish points just begging to be sucked.

Someone adjusted the lights so that only the center of the room was lit, rather like a stage, while the rest of us remained in the dusk. Maxine and Jeff led Helen to center stage, one at each hand. Helen was beginning to blush, but I knew the blush to be one of enjoyment. They rotated her almost like an inanimate object before the audience, both of them fondling her luscious tits. Jeff sucked briefly on one of her nipples as did Maxine. For the first time it entered my mind that Maxine might be bisexual, for she seemed to be sucking Helen as vigorously as Jeff, if not more so. I asked myself whether Jeff's skin color was going to upset me as he went to work on my wife, and I was reassured to feel no rancor or jealousy. If anything, the thought of the imminent entrance of his long brown prick into her cunt excited me.

Cushions were produced, and the initiators had their victim descend to hands and knees. The shape of her freehanging tits in that posture always stimulated me, and I began to feel the need of something soft and warm and damp to fondle. As I glanced around me, however, I found no one nearby although amorous couples were discernible on the couches. The thought came to mind that I was being deliberately isolated since my own turn would be next.

Jeff and Maxine had arranged Helen very low on her elbows in front with her rear much higher. In that posture her little white skirt covered almost nothing of her buttocks, but Jeff threw it up over her back just the same so that no one was deprived of the sight of her charming rear entrance. The feathery pink inner lips of her cunt, held open by the spread of her shapely tan thighs, was as erotically stimulating as ever, and I longed to stick my own cock between them instead of having to watch Jeff do it.

Rather than mounting her from behind right away, however, Jeff sat down in front of her with his legs apart and presented his long, slender cock to her mouth. Helen took it and started lovingly to massage the swollen head with her tongue and lips. Maxine straddled Helen's back with her long legs and, facing backward, leaned over so her head and shoulders were just over her rump. In this manner she did not block with her body the audience's view of the delicate caresses she now began to bestow on Helen's cunt. With a feminine touch that knew precisely the effect it was producing, she parted Helen's soft lips and stroked them and slithered her fingers around in the gooey exudations, dipping a long finger now and again deep into her vagina. Helen's eyes were shut in delight, but she never stopped sucking Jeff's black cock.

After a couple of minutes of massaging Helen's cunt, Maxine shifted her attention higher and with fingers slippery with cunt juice started to stretch and probe Helen's asshole. In the past I had seen someone stick a finger up someone's ass, and I had even had it done to me once or twice. But I had never seen such delicate care lavished on stimulating that tight orifice. I knew the sensation to be pleasurable, but it had always embarrassed me; so I had never done it to Helen myself. Perhaps it was this that now made the sight of Maxine's long digit sinking deeper and deeper into my wife's ass so thrilling. Had I not been riveted to the sight, I would have found a mate on one of the couches and fucked the daylights out of her. As it was, I could only watch perched on the brink of my own orgasm.

I could hear Helen faintly moaning as Maxine intensified her probing. Her mouth was motionless although still closed over Jeff's prick. Then the two initiators shifted. Jeff stood up, and Maxine slathered his cock with lubrication from a bottle she had magically produced from somewhere. Jeff now stood before Helen's enticing ass, and bending his legs, he lowered his long rod until the tip was pressing against her ready asshole. I could see her body tense as she felt him there and anticipated what he was about to do. I tensed as well. He wasn't kneeling so there was nothing to obstruct my view but the brown dangling bag of balls. Slowly he began to push in. The big head disappeared, producing a small cry from Helen. Then it reappeared and he pushed it in again. This time I could see that Helen was thrusting back on it. Deeper and deeper it went on each slow, slick stroke. Helen was once again moaning as she thrust more and more obviously back upon his impaling prick. When his brown rod was almost entirely buried in her ass, Jeff went to his knees and closed tightly with her from lower thigh to lower back. He was now fucking her in the ass with an even slow pace. He reached around to pull at her dangling tits. Then Maxine joined in. She lay on her back in front of Helen and presented her dark pussy to her lips just as Jeff had earlier offered his prick. Helen didn't hesitate but buried her mouth and nose in it with vigor. I was rapt in the scene I could hardly believe. My beloved wife who but a few months before savored for the first time the tentative creep of another man's fingers inside her panties was almost expiring in delight from being fucked in the ass by a long black prick while simultaneously gobbling the cunt juices of another woman.

Now Jeff had shifted one hand to Helen's clitoris, and her body began tensing toward climax. Suddenly she cried aloud and jerked convulsively. Jeff, too, had climaxed and with crashing thrusts was jetting his sperm deep inside her ass. Helen collapsed on her stomach as soon as Jeff finally withdrew. Maxine withdrew to the sidelines as did Jeff, and sweet Helen was left in the spotlight like a limp doll. Her dress seemed like that of a little girl. Then she stirred and arose, showing once again her big sensuous tits and dispelling the ravished littlegirl image.

Someone handed her a glass of refreshment, and she sank wearily onto a couch between Frank and Marie, who hugged her warmly. She stood up again and felt behind her. The semen running from her ass was making her dress wet. But she gave a shrug and decided to sit in it anyway. I don't know what prevented me from going over and hugging her and comforting her myself. Perhaps I felt voyeuristically cut off from the whole episode, in spite of the fact that she was my wife. Whatever it was, I was still standing in place like a wooden Indian when my turn was announced.

Lonnie and Ron took the floor. She was a perky little blonde and had lost all her clothes sometime during the first initiation period. Her bush was light and sparse and did nothing to hide the rounded, rosy lips of her crack. Her nipples were upturned like her nose, and her ass was small and tight. Next to Ron she didn't look as small as she had with Ed Unger, for Ron himself was a slight fellow with sandy brown hair. When he dropped his pants, however, I saw that his slight stature did not apply to his crotch. His prick was not quite as long as Frank's, but it was thicker and more imposing. And his testicles hung much lower in a very pendulous sac. The whole effect was almost that of a deformity with such a huge prick on so diminutive a man. But I had no time for contemplation.

The preliminaries were briefer than Helen. The pair of them ushered me forward and stripped me. I felt uncommonly exposed being in the lighted circle. I couldn't make out anything but dim shapes in the surrounding darkness. Then the cushions were rearranged, and Lonnie told me to lie down on my back.