Unknown - The swap club

"Sure, honey, go ahead. I'm beat. Sorry."

"Don't be silly. See you later." I watched her get out of bed and put on a crotchless teddy that tied up the front. Then she turned out the light and left. I was asleep in seconds.

I awoke when the morning light came through the window above the bed. I could feel a warm backside pressed into my stomach, and I reached around and ran my fingertips over the full breasts to the nipples and began to move them in soft circles. Smiling, I pried open my eyes.

It wasn't Debby! This was Carol, in a short sheer robe that had loosened nicely, spilling her tits out. "Morning," she said.

"Morning," I replied. I almost stopped my motions, but the look on her face changed that notion. "What are you doing here?"

Carol reached under the sheets and into my briefs. As she fondled my swiftly stiffening dick, she pouted and asked, "What's the matter? Don't you want me here?"

I groaned at the sensations swirling around my crotch. I moaned out, "Oh God, no. Don't stop," I begged.

"I met your wife in the bathroom last night. She said you were tired and sleepy, and she still wanted some more. I said I was feeling a bit out of it, too, and suggested we switch off. Jerry was in a randy mood, let me tell you. So she headed off to our room, and I came here."

"Don't tell my wife this, but thank God! She like to broke it off last night."

"I think she was planning on doing that to Jerry. I looked in on them before I came up. She was bent at the waist, grabbing her knees and spreading her legs, and Jerry was assfucking her like it was his last chance."

"Wow," I said. All during this little conversation, we had continued to stimulate the other. Thoroughly worked up, Carol peeled off her robe and pushed my briefs down to my knees. Squirming atop me, she spread her legs and wriggled downwards. When my cockhead butted against her pussy, she wormed a hand between us and guided my stiff cock into her cunthole. Then she continued to squirm south until it was fully ensconced. We lay like that for several minutes, leisurely fucking ourselves awake. Then Carol, her breath quickening, supported herself on her elbows and began to move her body against mine. Her pelvis ground against me as she dragged her full tits through my chest hairs. She braced her feet against mine and began thrusting her cunt down onto me. She came quietly about a minute before I did, continuing her motions until I spurted up into her waiting and willing twat.

Carol rolled off me and we rested in each other's arms until our chests stopped heaving. Then a gentle knock on the door roused us, and we looked up as Debby staggered into the room. She definitely looked fucked out, eyes sleepy, hair tousled, naked, Jerry's come running down both thighs.

"Move over, Jimmy. I need some sleep." Carol and I laughed heartily and we separated as Debby collapsed onto the bed between us.

Carol rolled out of bed and stood up. "Come on, Jimmy, let's go grab a quick shower before all the hot water is used up!" she said.

I hopped out of bed and followed, stopping only to throw the covers over my wife and grab some slacks and a shirt. We could hear the sounds of movement downstairs as my wife began to gently snore. She was probably the only one sleeping. Or maybe Jerry was sleeping, too.

Amazingly, the bathroom was empty and there was plenty of hot water. Deciding to conserve water, Carol and I showered together. We must have been filthy. Carol had to really scrub my cock, and I had to concentrate on her tits and pussy. Fortunately, Carol is several inches taller than Debby. I took her standing up in the shower, from behind, something I can only do when Debby is wearing heels. This fuck was much more energetic than our earlier screw. Afterwards, we dried each other off, again concentrating on cock, tits, and cunt. Wouldn't want to chafe!

I pulled on the clothes I had brought and Carol wrapped a towel around her lush body. Then we kissed farewell and she went her way, to dress, and I went mine, to get some breakfast.

Mode of dress today was erotic casual. The guys wore mostly shorts or swim trunks and short sleeved shirts. The girls generally wore short sundresses with nothing underneath, or perhaps a bikini, and high heeled sandals. The pace was equally casual. While it was nothing to enter a room to find a swimsuit down and a dress up, the wearers rutting madly, the frenzied antics of the previous night were past. Today, we simply lounged around, resting and swimming, and occasionally taking a partner aside for some loving.

There was one small exception. Dan and Cindy had to leave by mid-afternoon, to go to a wedding. We all made an attempt to ensure they were well fucked before they had to run. I plowed Cindy twice, once after breakfast and once right before they climbed in their car. I noticed Debby working Dan over as well, and wasn't surprised when he asked Cindy to drive.

Dinner was steaks and baked potatoes. The guys decided to cook. Bob and Ted ran the grill while I settled behind the bar. Jeff and Jerry ran errands and otherwise made themselves useful. Still, it got fairly interesting.

Alice was bringing a plate of steaks to her husband at the grill. Before he took the plate from her, he made a long arm and untied her halter top, exposing those pert tits to the late afternoon sun. She squealed while the rest of us laughed. "Topless barbecue!" cried Ted, and the rest of us guys agreed enthusiastically. I reached across the bar and popped off Denise's bikini top, and the others followed. But Carol was wearing this outrageous one piece swimsuit. It tied around her neck and behind her back, and two long strings tied to a thong bottom, which wrapped around her waist and tied in front, sort of an erotic diaper. Jeff undid all the ties and pulled it away, yelling, "Naked barbecue!" A couple of the girls protested, laughing, but were rapidly caught and stripped down. In short order, they were wearing nothing but their high heels.

We kept them away from the grill, to keep them from being burned or splattered. After dinner, Ted went into the kitchen and returned with several cans of spray whip cream. "Dessert," he announced. Tugging my wife into his lap, he liberally applied the whipped cream to her bountiful breasts and pussy, then passed the can along. We all got into the spirit of things, and licked the ladies to screaming orgasms. Then we all dropped trou and gave them each a vigorous screwing.

It was still early evening, and several of us wanted to go out and find a bar. Debby, Carol, Bobbi, Jeff, and I all took fast showers to clean up. The others decided to stay in. This didn't overly surprise me in some ways. Ted and Alice, in particular, take considerable care to maintain an appropriate public persona. They didn't want it known that the local newsman had certain kinky habits. Little did the public know that his wife never wore panties or pantyhose, only stockings and garter belts, and that her bras were only half cup affairs, designed to push up and out her exposed tits and nipples. Or that two or three times a week, Alice would show up in Ted's dressing room, for quickie fucks and blowjobs. And that Ted loved to eat his wife's bald cunt and ream her asshole.

The five of us climbed into Debby's car around dusk and headed over to Cooperville, the local town. Several bars did a good business during the season, and could be counted on to have live bands or such. Carol sat up front with me, while Debby and Bobbi flanked Jeff. The girls looked pretty good, and it occurred to me that Jeff and I might drive them into the woods later on. I suspected Jeff had similar ideas. Behind me, in the dark, I heard a zipper coming down, and skirts rustling.

But we pulled into the parking lot of the first bar we found before anything could happen. Carol, Bobbi, and I got out of the car, but Debby was still in back with Jeff. "I'll be in in a minute. I lost a contact lens," she said. Then she turned back to where Jeff was sitting and bent down. Carol and I laughed and led Bobbi inside.