Robert Thirdwall - Swap Talk

We decided a week was about the right interval to wait before inviting them again. Presumably they would have thought the whole thing over by then, and if they agreed to come, it could be taken as a tacit consent to something more. We waited; we asked them. They said they'd be glad to come.

We were both alive with excitement as we waited for evening to come. We had abstained from fucking for two days to guarantee arousal. It seemed incredible that we were really planning to openly and deliberately seduce another couple, but, after all our preparations, it seemed by now preordained. Helen put on her white lace seethrough panties, a pair of mesh hose that didn't need a garter belt, and her super Vneck velour top. I could hardly keep my hands off her as I watched her dress. Finally, it was time for them to arrive.

This time there was no tension apparent in them. Judy was sparkling eyed and radiant, Dave darkly aggressivelooking. They had probably had a drink before they came, but we all had a couple more just to be sure. Conversation was the opposite of that the previous week. We talked of general things, people we both knew and so forth. But below the conversational level the situation was entirely different. Instead of the two couples sitting on separate couches, we sat as mixed couples. It gave me an intense thrill to watch Helen turn to face both Dave and us, for this required that she fold one leg under her on the couch. Up went her hemline; down dropped Dave's eyes. At last I could see what I had long imagined, another man gazing lustfully at my wife's scarcely veiled cunt.

For her part, Judy was hardly less forward. Taking her cue from Helen, she hadn't worn a bra. And as she leaned forward in conversation, the scoop neck of her dress fell free and afforded me full view of her splendid tits, large and firmlooking with big, pink, inviting nipples. I wanted to reach in and grab them and suck them, but I stuck to our plan and instead asked if they would like to see some new pictures I had taken of Helen. Needless to say, they did.

I returned with a stack of photos and the camera, as well. Helen and Dave had shifted to the couch next to Judy, and I pulled up a low chair in front of them. This time there was nothing modest about the pictures.

The first series was of Helen in bed with nothing on but her panties. She lay in various postures, all of which featured widely spread legs. In the last of the series she pulled her panties down far enough to display her golden mound.

Next were some shots taken of her bathing with only the refraction of the water concealing her lovenest. Then came the best series of all, a strip show she had done for the camera in a little patch of deserted woods we had found.

We all looked at the pictures intently and in silence. Dave's hand was around Helen's shoulder, and I could see it tighten as he gazed at her pictured charms. Helen was resting one hand on the inside of his thigh about half way up. The protuberance of his erection was immense. Now was the moment to go the rest of the way.

"Since I have the camera here, why don't I take some more shots right now?"

"Okay," piped up Helen on cue. "Take some of me and Dave."

Dave froze. Helen reached for the sides of her deep Vneckline and pulled them apart. Out sprang her tender, lovable globes, now pushed up and cradled by the garment coming below them.

"Come on, Dave! Don't he shy." She nestled deeper against his shoulder so that the arm draped around her neck could scarcely avoid dropping onto the inviting mound of her breast. She picked up his other hand and placed it over her other breast as she turned to let him kiss her. Finally Dave reacted positively, kissing her fiercely and moving his fingers to her sensitive nipples. I snapped the shutter and pulled the film to start the developing process. Judy was staring at Dave and Helen who were still embracing. Helen's hand was now stroking the whole bulging area of Dave's crotch.

"The next shot will be of you, okay?"

Judy turned and looked at me, recalled from her mesmerization not just by my words but by the fact that as I uttered them I slid my arm all the way up the dark tunnel of cloth and skin between her legs, brushing my fingertips lightly along smooth nylon and smoother, softer flesh until they came to rest on the soft bulge of her twat, only a double layer of thin nylon panty separating them from the creamy entrance to her cunt. Now she stared at me, still panting, a flush rising to her cheeks. I moved my fingertips ever so lightly across the profile of her slit. I could feel the sticky syrup of her excitement seeping through her panties as I pushed against the cleft between her swollen lips. I have no idea what was turning over in her mind, but presently she stammered, "Okay… I guess so."

I announced that the picture was ready, to recall Helen and Dave from their passion. As we all looked at the snap, Dave never stopped kneading Helen's tits, nor did she take her massaging hand from his crotch. I repeated that it was Judy's turn now and eyed her critically to dream up a pose. She was still blushing and glanced furtively at Dave. Now was his last chance. I wanted to move slowly and deliberately so he would see exactly where things stood and could say no at any point. Either he would react as a traditional husband and call the whole thing off in a burst of indignation, or he would gobble up the sensation of seeing his wife handled and uncovered by another man the way I had done seeing him fondling Helen's nipples. Helen, naturally, increased the chances of the balance going in the later direction by continuing her delicate stroking of his clothed prick.

Judy turned her timid eyes and blushing cheeks to me once again as I moved to pose her. I slid her dress off her shoulders with both hands and slowly moved down the neckline, over the rounded foothills to her breasts, pulling the cloth lower and lower. One bright pink nipple popped out, stiff and hard, then the other. Her breasts were now entirely bare, and I massaged them lightly and twisted the pretty points before going further. A sideways glance assured me that Dave was playing the voyeur rather than the husband, so I pushed her back on the couch in a semireclining position. I lifted her left leg, bent at the knee, and placed her foot on the couch by her butt. At last the dark tunnel was partially opened to the light. I could see her panties, pink and sheer, shading darker over her triangle of cunt hair. Helen had gotten Dave unzipped and was working on his bare cock, which stuck out surprisingly far from his fly. She had also spread her own legs to give free play to his hand which now was exploring her crotch.

Judy still eyed me, and she seemed on the verge of swooning. I was sure of Dave now, but still not entirely convinced that Judy wasn't about to crack. The spell of the moment could have been broken by any sudden sound or movement. But there was none. I raised her other leg and propped it on the couch next to the first. Her skirt was bunched in her lap, the back of the hem hanging over the edge of the couch. The bottoms and insides of her thighs filled my gaze with the progression from stocking to skin to cunt. Exciting brown hairs protruded from beneath the elastic of her panties. I took her knees and spread them to a great width. The whole vista of her cunt was open. Only a threeinch band of pink nylon, darkening damply in the center, still covered the juicefilled slit that I would soon be burying my prick in. I almost had an orgasm looking at it.

My plan had been to take the shot as it now appeared, timid face peeking over peaked tits mounting above a wideopen, but still covered, twat. But then I had another idea, a final test of everybody's commitment. I took her hand in mine while with the other hand I pulled aside the damp band of nylon. For an instant I dipped my fingers into her juice, and then I put her hand in place to hold her panties aside. Now the picture was complete. Judy was deliberately showing her open crack to another man while Dave looked on, his hand slick with the cunt cream of another woman. I snapped the picture, pulled the film, and fell to my knees, my mouth completely seduced by the deliciously inviting cunt before me.