Unknown - The swap club

Then Debby broke the silence. "Since when did you get the idea you could bring boys over for… this?" she yelled. Betsy's gaze broke and she tried to cover her nudity, placing one hand over her crotch and covering her breasts with the other arm. "What if the boys had wandered in? Do they know you've been entertaining? What if they had had an accident? Well? Say something?" Jesus, she was really getting a head of steam up! Best if I separate the two. Debby was sputtering by now. "I'm sure your mother would love to know how you baby-sit. You're never going to work for me or any of my friends again, not if I have anything to say."

I grabbed Debby and pushed her towards the stairs. She wanted to continue, but I was firm. "Go! I'll handle this. Go take a cold shower. Cool off. I'll be up in five minutes… No, shhh, you'll wake the boys." I think it was the last remark which got her to go upstairs, still muttering under her breath.

Turning back to Betsy, I looked at her still standing there, trying to cover up. "Get dressed," I said, and turned away. Betsy's eyes opened wider and she scurried back into her clothes. Of course, I was watching her in the buffet mirror, unbeknownst to her. She really was a beauty, much nicer than her sister. Short blonde hair, slim, nice sized tits, her bush was very faint. Real potential when she finished growing. She put her industrial strength bra and panties back on, and her gingham shirt and blue jeans, and sneakers. She began to sneak towards the door when I quietly said, "Hold it."

Walking back to the couch, I picked up her dates underwear, shirt, socks, and shoes. I balled them up and carried them to Betsy, thrusting them into her arms. "You really screwed up tonight, kid," I commented. "Two thoughts, though. You really are finished working for us, so I hope it was worth it." And as I tapped the bundle in her arms, I said, "And all this for a guy who ran out on you, too." I opened the front door.

"Are you going to tell my folks?"

"Go."

"Please don't tell…"

"Just go," I said, pointing the way.

Shoulders slumped, tears pouring down her face, Betsy slunk home. I watched her head down the walkway, then closed the door behind her. I headed upstairs. Time to deal with my wife.

I heard the shower running, so maybe Debby really had taken a cold shower to cool off. I took off my jacket and tie, and slipped off my loafers. Debby's clothes were scattered around the room, thrown every which way, so I silently gathered them up and sorted them, wash versus dry cleaner. I carried the wash into the bathroom and dropped it into the hamper. Debby opened the shower door and looked at me, then shut the door again. Tiredly, I sat down on the toilet seat and slid the door open enough so we could talk.

"She's gone?" Debby asked. I nodded assent.

"When I tell her mother…" Debby rambled on for several minutes more. She finished up with, "Well? Aren't you going to say anything?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Do me a favor," I asked. "Don't tell her parents."

Debby looked at me as if I had lost my wits. "Why should I do anything for her, Jimmy? This is serious!"

"I know that. I didn't say to do it for her. Do it for me. Please."

"Why?" she asked, a quizzical look on her face. The water was running down over her shoulders, rivulets running between her breasts, down her belly, and then between her legs. She saw where I was gazing and turned her back to me. "Jimmy!" she protested.

I laughed lightly. "I don't know. Maybe that's why," I said, indicating her naked body. "Maybe because we caught them doing what we were doing earlier. Maybe because of a close call when I was a kid. You never got caught like that?"

"No!" she harrumphed. Turning partially towards me, she said, "I was a nice girl until I met you. You corrupted me."

I snorted in derision. "What is it, a good girl goes home and then to bed, and a nice girl goes to bed and then home. Or is it the other way around. I never can get it straight." I slid the door open a touch more, to get a better view.

"You bastard!" cried out Debby. She moved to slide the door shut again, her eyes smiling at me, but I held the door open with my foot. Debby cupped some water and threw it at me. But her mood was broken. She smiled. "Want to join me?"

"Nah. You were the one doing all the heavy sweating," I said.

"Bastard!" She threw some more water, so I got up and closed the door on her. I went back into the bedroom. After a moment, Debby called out, "Get me something to wear."

I hung up my jacket and pulled a white lace peignoir from a hanger. I put this on a hook on the inside of the bathroom door, then undressed, leaving on my shorts. I turned down the bed and turned on a nightstand lamp, and turned off the overhead light. I grabbed a magazine and settled back on the bed.

Debby was out about half an hour later, but the wait was worth it. The door to the bath opened and Debby stood in the doorway. I looked over and feasted my eyes. Time went flying. Debby stood in the doorway, feet spread apart, legs straight, one hand on her hip and the other holding the door frame above her shoulder. The bathroom light framed her, shining through the sheer lace and silhouetting her. Her legs were exposed in long waist high slits that went up each thigh, and her breasts were cupped and lifted by the subtle underwiring of the transparent lacy bodice. She had sprayed on some powerful perfume (Rape Me! by Chanel, I guess.) and had slipped into a pair of white high heels that she must have left in there. "Well?" she asked.

"Hubba, hubba!" I exclaimed. I grabbed my shorts and moved my dick and balls around.

Debby exploded in laughter. She came into the bedroom, turning off the bathroom light as she brought her arm down. She settled on top of the bedclothes and lay back. I pulled my shorts down and they followed TIME. I knelt next to her and pushed her front hem to her waist, then crawled between her legs. "Hubba, hubba!" I repeated, as I lowered myself onto her. Debby continued laughing right up until I had stuffed my erection into her, then she let out a gasp. She brought her legs up and wrapped them around my waist. Supporting myself with one arm, I used the other to pull her straps down off her shoulders and exposed her mighty tits. She moved one arm to turn off the light, but I grabbed her hand. "Unh, unh. Leave it," I grunted out, then moved her hand between us. Debby got the message and moved both hands to our joined groins. I braced myself on both arms and began moving against her. We made this a good, long fuck. Debby came at least twice, and I peaked once before I slowed enough to control myself and start anew. When I could tell I was going to blow, I sank down upon her and grabbed her asscheeks. Debby's legs tightened around me and her fingers swarmed around my joint as I thrust my way to ecstasy in her cunt.

Afterwards, as we rolled apart, gasping and panting, Debby mentioned she wouldn't tell Betsy's folks. We talked as we regained our breath. She said she had done some pretty stupid things when she was a kid, too.

"Oh, yeah? I'll bet you didn't do this when you were a kid."

"What?"

I didn't say a word. I simply rolled her on her stomach and pushed her gown to her waist. Spreading her asscheeks, I began to insert a finger into her rectum. Debby simply murmured a low "Mmmm…" and closed her eyes.

The next few days were pretty normal and quiet. The boys knew nothing of the doings the other night, and we didn't let them in on it. Debby's period came as she said it would, along with a head cold, which cut out any interest on her part for accommodating my desires. Well, almost.

It had been a long wait for me, with no end in sight. Just as Debby should be ready for action I was scheduled for a trip upstate for a couple of days. That last night before I left, I began to rub her back, to see if there was any interest on her part, but she just sneezed and pushed me away. I rolled over and went to sleep, hoping for a hero's welcome when I got back.