Unknown - The swap club

"Shortcut," came the tinny voice.

Debby looked over at me in surprise and I put an arm around her waist. Pulling her onto my lap, I repeated, "Shortcut." She grinned back, and took another swallow, letting more than a little run down her neck to her ample tits. As the wine bubbled it's way down her cleavage, I buried my face in her chest and began to lick her tits clean. I steadied her in my lap by pushing my free hand between her legs and working my way under her skirt. As I had suspected, she was wearing thigh top stockings and no panties. I shoved my hand northwards and began flicking my fingers over her pussy lips. Debby moaned, and when I came up for air, kissed me passionately. Breaking, she put the bottle to my lips and I finished it off. Debby dropped the empty bottle at our feet, and the serious action began.

She nestled against me and began to kiss me heatedly. I was really stuffing my fingers up her cunt, working her pussy to a frenzy, and she was moaning and whimpering as her fingers undid my shirt. I responded by unzipping the bustier top and letting it fall forward. I leaned down and began to suck wayward drops from between her heaving tits. In no time at all, she began screaming her pleasure. I stopped only when her pussy juices had run down from between her legs and soaked my pants legs.

At this point, Debby scooted off my lap. Siting next to me again, we both began to hurriedly undress. Since Debby only had to push the dress off her legs, I lagged behind. This wasn't a problem, because as soon as she was down to her stockings and shoes, she literally tore open my pants and began to suck my engorged cock. She knew I had an incredible hardon, because it had been digging into her ass all during my fistfuck. Now she began to lick and suck frenziedly as I finished disrobing. It was my turn to moan now, as she used both hands to pump me off into her waiting lips. Debby moaned, too, but she's too polite to talk with her mouth full.

Temporarily sated, we collapsed back into the seats and looked out the windows. The driver had taken us up above the reservoir. We had at least as long to get home as it had taken us to get here. Debby opened the fridge and took out the last bottle and popped it. She let several drips fall onto my crotch. The shock of the cold made me just about jump out of the window, but it definitely woke other things as well. Debby took a long swallow as she watched my dick harden again, then handed the bottle to me. As I began to drink, she began to lick the champagne from my cock and balls. This time she went slow, agonizingly slow, taking me to the brink several times.

Then, my balls aching, she let me out of her mouth and sat up. She took another long swallow, and pushed me forward on the seat. Climbing awkwardly atop me, she straddled my waist and slowly lowered her sopping wet pussy onto my cock. We rocked that way at least fifteen minutes, finishing the bottle, Debby's pussy slowly clamping and unclamping around my root, her tits swaying as the big vehicle moved. Finally, seeing the lights of the town reappear, I placed my hands on her hips and began thrusting her down onto my manhood, as I leaned forward and began to roughly suck and bite her tits. Debby began to shake and shudder all over, as she began a long extended orgasm, that I ultimately joined in, spraying her cunt walls with my boiling seed.

As we pulled into the development, we both hurriedly dressed. We were just taking care of any last evidence as the limo pulled up in front of the house. The driver took several minutes getting out and coming around to open the door. I figured he must have known what had happened. But I was quite surprised when he opened the door. He had a huge shit eating grin on his face as he let us out, first Debby, then me. Then he reached down and moved the intercom switch back to "off". Wordlessly he went to his door, got in, and drove away. Debby and I stared at each other. Debby had left the switch "on" the entire time and this guy had heard everything! Laughing hysterically, we went up the walkway and inside.

As a final note, the driver, whose name I never did catch, called into Bob and Bill the next day and gave a blow by blow (Literally!) description.

A week later, Debby and I attended a sales dinner for my firm. Debby always detests these things, but puts on a big smile and grits her teeth through them. It was a Friday night, so at least the drunks would be able to sleep it off the next day, rather than excuse their hangovers to their customers.

Jenny couldn't sit for the kids tonight, having a date, but she substituted her sister. Now for my money, Betsy is the class act of the pair. She's about a year younger than Jenny, maybe fifteen or so, but taller. While her sister favors cutoffs and tee-shirts, Betsy prefers dresses, skirts, and nice slacks. I had never seen her braless like her sister, and doubted the thought had ever entered her mind. She was also built fairly nicely and, to be honest, I wouldn't have minded a taste, but that sort of thing can land a fellow in jail, and I had no intention of playing Pick-Up-The-Soap with a large hairy guy named Bruno.

The dinner was as interesting as I thought it would be, and as boring as Debby thought it would be. Along about half past nine, the formalities ended, and rather than mingle at the bar, Debby asked if we could just go. I shrugged and we split apart for the bathrooms, then met at the coat room. It was Indian Summer and we didn't have coats, but it was convenient. I doubt if anybody noticed us leave.

We had driven in my car, so as we headed home, I drove with my left hand on the wheel and my right arm on the armrest which dropped down between the bucket seats. So I was somewhat surprised when I felt Debby lay her left arm on top of mine and idly scratch the back of my hand with her fingernails. I glanced over at her and noticed her outfit. Interesting. She had worn a bright red suit, jacket and matching button front skirt, and a cream silk blouse. Only several buttons had been undone on her skirt, and with her legs crossed, more than a few inches on thigh were showing! And her jacket was unbuttoned, as were a couple of buttons on the blouse that I would have sworn were buttoned earlier!

Normally, I would have immediately smiled and slid my hand over, because it was obvious what her intentions were. But it couldn't be! My wife's monthly schedule runs quite regularly, the clock most women wish for. By my calculations, she should be on the rag tonight and for most of the next week. Odd, but maybe I was wrong.

"I, um, thought that tonight you'd be, um, well…" I stammered out. I glanced over at her, my voice petering out. I mean, how do you discuss this sort of thing, anyway?

Beside me, Debby smiled shyly and shifted in the seat, exposing even more nyloned thigh. "You're off by a day," she said. "We've still got one more night." Semi-facing me, she reached up and undid another button on her blouse. As it gaped open slightly, it became obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. I stared for a moment, then turned my attention back to the road.

"You certainly weren't dressed like that at dinner," I remarked.

Debby giggled. "God, I would hope not! Some of those geezers would have a coronary on the spot."

"Hey, I work for those old geezers, remember. So when did you pop the bra?"

"When I went to the ladies room, right before we left. It's in my purse."

I glanced over again and looked at her thighs. "So I suppose I can assume those aren't pantyhose? Did anything else go in your purse?" One eye began to look for a deserted spot along the road.

Debby reached down and popped another button on her skirt. Shifting again, her skirt rode a bit further north, and I could see stocking tops and a garter strap. "Bingo!" she replied.