Unknown - The swap club

This was my second come in a row standing up, and I was feeling a bit wobbly, so I went around my desk and sank into the chair. But my cock wasn't tired, it was pointing at the ceiling almost as soon as I had dropped in my leather armchair. Debby laughed lightly and came around the desk after me. "Is this the chair you take Emma in?" she teased. Emma is my secretary, weighs at least 250, and is old enough to be my grandmother.

"Only when I've had my Wheaties," I replied. "Jesus, the woman would crush me." We both laughed at the thought.

Debby was sitting on my lap and idly stroking my erection. "I just can't kill this thing." Swiveling around, she threw one leg high in the air over my head and was in a position facing me, straddling my legs. I carefully lifted her and, as she dropped her legs over the arms of my swivel chair, lowered her sopping wet pussy onto my cock. I pulled the chair close to my desk and pushed Debby backwards. She rested her elbows on my desk and began to squeeze her cunt around me. I leaned in and began to chew and gobble her tits, like she had done to Denise that night. Debby began to moan and whimper, and before I was done and had spewed into her twitching cunt, had thrust a knuckle into her mouth to stifle the cries of pleasure.

By now we were both temporarily sated, and lunch hour was up. Using wads of Kleenex, we wiped fluids from our bodies and my chair cushion and hurriedly dressed. Walking her to the door, I opened it and gave her a quick kiss. "Thanks for lunch, hon."

"My pleasure. Maybe we can do it again, sometime," she said back.

"Anytime."

"Hurry home, I'm sure I'll have a surprise cooked up."

The surprise that night was worth falling asleep at my desk later that afternoon. Debby took some of her "Mad Money" and bought a rather interesting outfit. When I came home, Little Jimmy was spending the night at a friend's, and Brian was still too young to notice. Debby had on a black and white one-piece shorts-and-top set, something called a "romper". It was extremely short and had a set of very loose shorts, slit way up her hips. Attached at the waist was a loose, off-the-shoulder top with two lines of snaps under her arms that unsnapped down the sides to the slits in the shorts, and both shoulders had a pair of snaps, so that by popping the snaps the outfit would peel off. For some reason, the off-the-shoulder shoulders kept slipping lower and lower, exposing more and more of Debby's abundant cleavage from the deep-V front. I could detect some lacy black panties through the slits at the sides of the shorts, and Debby had on ankle strapped shoes with five inch heels. And that was all. She was really swinging and swaying under the top, and it was loose enough so that, if she turned just right, I could see a painfully erect nipple.

She teased and tormented me for the longest time, letting the top slip down and then pulling it back up. Finally she put a sleeping son to bed and came back downstairs. We watched a dirty movie together while Debby undid her snaps, starting low and then as the movie ended, undoing the shoulders. She stood and put another porn flick in the VCR and, as the romper fell away, I could see that the lacy black panties I had glimpsed earlier were crotchless. Then she came and sat in my lap and we watched the second flick. I really worked her tits and clit over, bringing her to orgasm after shattering orgasm. Then we fucked like madmen on the floor.

Debby never did tell me exactly how she won the tickets, just that she had called in (69th caller or some such), but I never asked either. I didn't look a gift horse in the mouth. That Friday night she arranged for Jenny to stay over, because we wouldn't be back till late. Finally, about seven, I heard a knock on the door and Jenny began oohing and aahing, staring out the window. "Wow! Look at that thing! It's huge!"

I joined her and stared. "Christ! It really is huge!" I exclaimed.

The doorbell rang a second time, and Debby yelled down the stairs, "Somebody get the door!"

The boys raced to the door and opened it, then with their own squeals, ran out and down the walk to the limo. It was a big black stretch Caddy, and they crowded around it trying to see through the dark glass. Several neighbor's kids joined them. I let the laughing driver in.

"Escort Limousine Service at your service," he announced. "Ready when you are."

"Great. My wife will be down in a moment." I walked to the stairs. "Deb!"

"Coming!" she called, and then came skipping down the steps. "Ready."

Debby had dressed after me (blazer, shirt, and slacks) and hadn't let me see her until now. It was worth it. She had worn the red dress she had talked about on the air. It wasn't new, but she didn't wear it out often, and it really showed her off. It had a strapless sequined bustier top that thrust her tits up and out and flared into a skintight sheath that came to mid-thigh, at most. Almost her entire back was exposed. Bright red high heels and sheer black stockings completed a devastating look. I gave a loud wolf whistle, and Debby smiled and pirouetted before us.

The driver led the way to the car and ushered us in. This monster was really plush! Huge, deep seats and enough leg room to play football! Even a TV! As Jenny scooted the boys back towards the house, the driver got in front and turned to face us. Looking back over the front seat, he said, "There's a bottle of champagne in the fridge and two glasses in the cabinet next to it."

"Wow!" we said together.

"I guess we better get going," he continued. Then he smiled at Debby. "I heard you win the tickets." He faced front again and touched a button on the dashboard, and an opaque divider rose out of his seat back, isolating us. Then a tinny voice came over a loudspeaker. "If you need me, just push the button on the armrest."

I looked at Debby inquiringly, but she just shrugged her shoulders. "Got me," she said.

As soon as we pulled out, I opened the fridge (we both had to look for it) and got out the bubbly. I left the glasses where they were, and laughing, we drank it from the bottle. I was feeling a little frisky and when we hit a pothole and some dribbled down her chin to her neck, leaned in and began licking it from her neck. This turned her on quite a bit, and on her next swallow, managed to spill a bit more. This I licked from the tops of her breasts.

But before anything more could happen, we turned into the Coliseum parking lot. God, the place was jammed! We had enough time to finish the bottle and use a few napkins to wipe any drops up. Finally we pulled over, and the chauffeur let us out. You could barely hear me lean into the guy and ask "Where do we meet you?!"

"Right here. If I'm not already in front, wait for me!"

Debby was looking the other way, at the entrance. I pulled a C-note out of my pocket and slipped it to the guy. "Pick up a couple more bottles, and afterwards, we want to take a long ride, a real long ride, get me!" I had to almost scream to make myself heard.

He just grinned and nodded.

"Okay, see you later!" I yelled, and grabbed my wife and we fought our way in.

Well, the concert was absolutely great! The seats were pretty average, but who cared? Half the time we were standing, and Debby was constantly pulling the hem of her dress down. And boy, when she bounced up and down, she really bounced! She was a show all in her own right!

What with two encores, it was pretty late when we fought our way through the crowd to the sidewalk. We had to stand around for half an hour before the limo pulled up. The driver gave me a thumbs up sign as he held the door for us. Then it was at least as long before we were back on the road. By this time, we were halfway through the first bottle, drinking from the bottle again.

Debby looked out the window and looked confused. Pushing forward the switch on her armrest, she said, "This isn't the way back."