Unknown - The swap club

We drove about another five minutes while I looked for someplace I could exploit my wife's innate horniness. Next to me, Debby unbuttoned her blouse and skirt, leaving a single button on each buttoned. Then I noticed a dirt road familiar from my high school days. We were past it before I could stop, but the road was deserted, so I made a U turn and went around and back.

"Where in the world are we going?" asked Debby, looking around us.

"This is a back way into the State Park."

"That's closed now," she said, looking at the weeds brushing against the side of my car.

"Yeah, but they only have a gate at the main entrance. This is a seasonal road used for maintenance."

"If we get stuck…" warned Debby.

I just laughed. "Trust me, trust me!"

After about a two mile trek through the jungle, we came out onto the main park road and I turned towards the lake. In another two miles I pulled into a parking lot and stopped. The moon was full and high, so I turned off the headlights. I turned towards Debby but she had already opened her door. "Let's take a walk," she said.

Well, okay, that was cool, I guess. I got out my side and went around the car, where I found Debby reaching into the back seat. She removed a chilled bottle of wine and two glasses from a cooler I hadn't known was there. "So, you've got this whole night planned, huh?" I said, grinning.

"Well, maybe, a bit," she said sheepishly. She handed me the wine bottle and headed down to the waterfront. I followed along behind her, slower, as I struggled with the foil wrapper over the cork. She stopped at a picnic table and turned around to face me. Leaning against the table, she scooted her rear up onto the tabletop and then lifted one high heeled foot onto the seat. Her skirt gaped open wide, and it was apparent she had indeed removed her panties.

Well, Debby had gone to a fair bit of trouble for tonight, so I decided that a little romance was in order, rather than just taking her right then, as my groin wanted. I finally got the wine opened and I poured as she held the glasses. We sipped and talked quietly, and Debby loosened my tie, as my free hand lightly moved along her inner thigh. By our second glass, my hand was moving well above her stocking top, and Debby was no longer talking, just breathing heavily, as a few beads of sweat began to run down her cleavage. She finished off her glass and set it down, then began to move her hands across the front of my pants. I took this as her signal for more, and moved my fingers into her crotch and began to caress her naked lips and probe the cleft between them. When I flicked my fingertips across her throbbing clit, Debby shuddered and moaned, and grabbed me through my pants.

Enough romance! I stepped between her legs and unzipped my pants. Reaching in, I pulled my erection from within my shorts and stuck it through the opening. I lifted her thighs and spread them and moved closer. Sitting on the picnic table, Debby was at a perfect height. She hurriedly reached between her legs and guided me in. She shuddered and moaned in a second orgasm as I penetrated her.

Boy, was she hot and juicy! I slipped all the way in on the first stroke and was soon in a rapid in and out motion. Debby's arms were wrapped around my neck as she clung to me. She really did want it as bad as I did! She continued the moaning as her orgasm continued and intensified. My thrusting increased in speed until I could finally take no more, and after about ten minutes, I grunted loudly and burst into her.

I stayed inside her, rubbing her back as she whimpered quietly, until my cock wetly slid out of her gaping twat. I tucked myself back into my pants, then poured another glass of wine for each of us. Taking her hand, I led her a few feet to a small backless bench, and we sat down, sipping our wine.

"God, that was good!" said Debby quietly but forcefully. "I really needed that! You?"

"What do you think?" I said, smirking.

"Yeah, smart guy?" She took the glass and wine bottle from my hand and set them in the grass, putting hers with them. "Well, you're not done yet. I want more! Lie back," she commanded.

Grinning, I lowered myself onto the bench and stretched out. No sooner was I reclined, than my horny wife undid my pants again and pulled them and my shorts down my thighs. My dick was only semi-erect, damp and sticky, but the warm breeze blowing on it caused it to begin slowly stiffening. Debby stood and straddled me.

"Okay, mister, I want it hard and I want it now! Get it up! Come on, you know the drill!" Debby ordered. I laughed loudly and reached down. I stroked it until it was in the condition she wanted, pointing at the moon behind me. Debby slapped my hands away and squatted, sinking onto it rapidly. Sloppy seconds made her juicier than ever. She spread her skirt around behind her and, reaching up, pulled her blouse and jacket wide open. Her nipples were as erect and as hard as I could remember. She grabbed my wrists and yanked them to her chest. "Come on! Get it right!" she demanded.

"Yes, ma'am!" I laughed, and began a vigorous tit rub and nipple pinch. Debby began squirming atop me, really going to town. She was moving back and forth and side to side. She came twice before my pinches distracted her. She collapsed on my chest and I moved my hands down her flanks. I slid them under her skirt and around the garter belt and grabbed her asscheeks. Holding them firmly I lifted her off me and slammed her back onto my cock. Debby began to make small cries of joy as she exploded in intense orgasm. I slipped a finger into her asshole and began thrusting upwards as I moved her above me. By now, Debby had completely forgotten her earlier demands. Her only comments now were, "More, more… fuckme fuckme fuckme… yes… harder, harder!" Although I could feel myself moving ever closer to the brink, I kept it up as long as I could, until I spewed vertically and we collapsed in each other's arms.

We lay together for several minutes, until my flaccid prick finally slithered out of her cunt with a soft pop. At the sound, Debby lifted her head up to look at me and we began to laugh. We helped each other upright (Thank God! My back was beginning to really ache on that stone bench!). Debby laughingly asked if we should try for a hat trick, but I was momentarily sated. I mentioned that we should be getting home, it was going to be late for the babysitter. I took her hand as we walked back to the car, promising some more action later on. Debby simply squeezed my hand in response. I saw her smiling in the moonlight.

The drive home was short but interesting. Debby kept her blouse and skirt undone and spread wide apart almost until we pulled up to the house. Her thighs were spread wide and her right hand was between them, idly diddling her clit. Her left hand rested on my hand again.

"So how did you know about that place?" she asked.

"High school," I explained. "An old lover's lane." We both grinned. I don't know why she was smiling, but I was remembering Becky Beckwith, miniskirts, and the "Bra Burning" generation.

When we got home we had to park on the street, a strange car parked in our driveway. A light was on in the living room, probably where Betsy was, but otherwise the house seemed normal. A visitor? I let Debby out her side, and waited a moment for her to finish refastening all her clothes, then led the way to the door. As we approached the porch, I put my finger to my lips and signaled for quiet. I wanted to find out what, if anything, was up. Silently, I slid my key into the knob and opened the door. At the sight before me, I stopped dead in my tracks. Debby, however, pushed around me. She stopped too, but then broke my mood with a loud, "What in the world?!"

The car must have belonged to the fellow on the couch with Betsy. I'm not sure, we were never really introduced. Both kids were buck naked, he sitting sprawled out on the couch, she kneeing on the floor facing him, her face in his crotch. What in the world was an obvious blowjob! The pair sprang bolt upright at the sound of Debby's voice and faced us, then the boy sprang into action. Grabbing his pants, he took off running out the back. Moments later we heard the kitchen door slam and the car in the driveway started up and tore out. Betsy wide eyed and open mouthed, simply stood there staring at us staring at her, like a deer caught in the headlights.