Robert Thirdwall - Swap Talk

It took us a few tries to get the hang of it, but pretty soon we had active correspondence going with couples in three different cities. Since we had personal introductions, we didn't have to go through the rigmarole of cautious metaphor and innuendo. I still have the second letter we received from Madeleine and Jay Whitaker in Cleveland. I remember it came with a snapshot of the two of them sunning themselves in the altogether. It reads:

Dear Bob and Helen,

Got your last letter just as we were leaving for the golf course. Wow! What pictures! We got so hot looking at them that I just had to pull Maddy's shorts down and stick it up her. Imagine, standing up in front of our picture window! Lucky the neighbors weren't out. When are you coming to town? I can't wait to sink my face into those luscious boobs of yours, Helen. And Maddy's longing to suck you off, Bob. Write us again soon.

Sincerely,

Jay

PS: I may not be ambidextrous, but while I've been writing this righthanded, I've had my left hand in Maddy's pantsССthat explains what the stains on the paper are. J.W

Naturally, after reading that we could hardly wait to go to Cleveland.

Fortunately, the opportunity came only a few days after the letter. My wife wasn't expected to accompany me, of course, but we had the money necessary, so she went anyway. We flew there in the morning and checked into our motel. Then I went to the company I was supposed to visit, and Helen went off to the art museum. We were figuring on a onenight stay, and if things worked out well, two nights.

When I got back to the motel, Helen was already there and dressing to go out. The Whitakers had called and arranged for us to meet them at a cocktail lounge. This was fine with us since it was neutral ground, and if we didn't like each other, we could call it off.

The lounge was both very fancy and very dark. We had expected to recognize them from their pictures, but the tables were so dimly lit we had to ask the waitress to point them out. Jay got up and let Helen slide into the curving booth seat next to Madeleine, while I seated myself on her far side. Their pictures really hadn't done them justice. Their outdoor activities gave them both a bronzed, healthful look that made them both younger and handsomer than we had anticipated.

We ordered drinks and chatted for a while. I hadn't arranged any signal with Helen, but I could tell she was really digging Jay. And, for my part, I found Madeleine captivating. She was somewhat older than I and had a sleek, tawny look. I wasn't sure how we were impressing them until the third round of drinks had been served and Madeleine reached into my crotch and felt for my penis. Despite my surprise, it became quite evident where it wasССquite quickly. In response, I, as unobtrusively as possible, put my hand under her dress between her conveniently parted legs. Exploring deeper, I felt a diaphanous wisp of cloth and under it the soft hairy crevice of her twat.

The Whitakers seemed quite confident and poised at this game and kept perfect composure above table level. I was nervous, but I imitated them and played along. Presently, things reached such a pass that, however innocent our quartet may have looked to someone standing in front of the table, the scene from my point of view was scandalous. The girls had gotten both of our pricks out, and Maddy was gently jacking me off. Jay and I, on the other hand, had the girl's dresses belly high and were sampling the wares inside their panties. Believe me, trying to chat and hold a drink with one hand while you're frigging the girl you're talking to with the other is a difficult job. Fortunately, Jay decided it was time to go, and after due preparations and formalities we made it to the fresh air outside.

They drove us back to our motel, and we hardly had time to get into our room before Maddy was on her knees sucking me off. I was feeling rather passive, so I just stood and enjoyed her sucking and watched her husband disrobe my wife, explore her body and finally lay her on the bed and lick her cunt. As always, this got me all excited, so I threw Maddy down on the bed beside Helen, yanked her panties down and stuck my cock in her. Being right beside Helen, I could watch her eyes melt as Jay licked her slippery pussy. Then he, too, was ready to go. He moved on top of her and slipped it in. After a few seconds, we synchronized our movements. For every stroke he gave my wife, I gave the same to his. With us going together and the girls bucking their pelvises against our pricks in the same rhythm, I thought the bed was going to collapse. But it held, and I had the triumph of withholding my orgasm until after Jay had had his.

The four of us lay on our backs side by side recovering. I casually undid the front of Maddy's dress, which I hadn't bothered with earlier, and massaged her tits.

Jay interrupted, "Hey, Maddy, button up and pretend you're coming home late."

I didn't follow what Jay wanted, but Madeleine did. She fixed her dress property, patted her hair into shape, and went to the door to the room. Then she turned around and walked forward. "Hello, Dear," she said in a gay, artificial voice, "I'm home. Sorry I'm late."

"Where you been?" queried Jay.

"Oh, just out with the girls."

"Until midnight? I don't suppose you've been out with the boys, too," he said sarcastically. "Come here."

Madeleine walked up to him and stopped. Jay fixed her with his eyes, and then in a sudden movement pulled her skirt up to her waist. Not only was her tawny bush naked, but it was obviously damp, and gobbets of white semen were seeping down the insides of her thighs. Jay stuck his hand into her gooey crotch and held it to her face.

"What do you think this is?" he demanded. Madeleine didn't answer. "Lick it off my fingers," he said sternly. Madeleine began to lick the mixture of come and cunt juice as she was directed. But Jay stopped her and instead threw her onto the bed and started fucking her brutally with a tremendously erect cock. Strangely enough, their little charade had gotten me hot again, and I rolled on top of Helen. The load of come in her cunt made fucking almost too slippery, but we were both hot, and we came very quickly.

Then, once again the four of us stretched out recuperating, I decided to ask Jay why they played their little game.

"Actually," he answered, "it's just acting out the start of our swapping lives. Up until a couple of years ago, we had never done any swinging. Each of us in secret, however, had had a couple of little affairs. I had taken a couple of secretaries to bed, and Maddy had provided entertainment on occasion for some of the lifeguards at the country club. What happened was that one day we had been playing tennis, and on the way back to the clubhouse Maddy had seen, or said she had seen, a friend she wanted to chat with. I went on ahead, and Maddy went off and got herself poked by the lifeguard. The way I found out was that some bad carpentry in the men's locker room had left a very large crack through which you could see into the ladies' locker room. It was behind some lockers, and I don't think anyone had discovered it but me. But I always sneaked a peek whenever the men's locker room was deserted. So I was taking in the sights in the ladies' locker room, and in particular watching a cute little teenager with a black twat put on her bikini, when Maddy walked in. The teenager walked out at the same time.

Maddy's back was toward me, and I watched her bend over to untie her tennis shoes. As she leaned over, the hem of her little tennis skirt rose, and to my fantastic surprise, she didn't have her panties on. Before me gaped her rosy pink crack, and just about to drip out of it was a milky white dollop of semen. I can't describe how I felt. I was angry and horrified, but even more I was titillated and transfixed. What I did was unbelievably foolish, but it had no unfortunate results. I impulsively ran next door and burst into the locker room, which, but for Maddy, was empty. There I confronted her, made her lick the lifeguard's come from my fingers and fucked her. And ever since then, that's been the central motivation for all of our swapping. It turns us on every time."