Unknown - The swap club

Debby settled the boys down, then grabbed her car keys. She yelled she had to go to the store, and then took off. I played at Daddy the rest of the morning and the early afternoon. Around three, Debby returned, and I helped her unload bags from the car.

Surreptitiously, I looked at her legs and ass. No stockings, no panty lines. I wondered if she realized yet, she wasn't wearing underwear. In the kitchen, I bumped against her while putting away groceries. My fingers couldn't detect anything under the dress.

"That's right, you bastard, no panties," Debby hissed under her breath.

Smiling, I leaned against the counter, and whispered back, "When did you notice?"

"Lunch." She continued to unpack groceries. "I'm sitting in McDonald's and these two teenage boys are staring between my legs. Giggling and pointing. You bastard." Now she smiled back.

"Didn't your mother teach you to cross your legs?" I asked innocently.

"Bastard."

We finished putting stuff in the pantry, and then Debby headed for the bedroom. Going for some panties, I thought. On tiptoes, I followed. I pushed the bedroom door open to find her pulling her bureau drawer open.

Seeing me, she smiled and called me a bastard again. I came in and locked the door behind us.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"I think you know," I said. I took the panties out of her hands and stuffed them back in the drawer. Then I pushed the drawer shut and nestled up behind her.

"Not again, Jimmy! What about the boys?"

"Again. The boys are watching a video." I reached down and pulled the hem of her skirt above her waist. Then I reached down and unzipped my pants again. My cock sprang out. Her bare ass cheeks were warm against my straining manhood. Holding her hips, I pushed her against the bureau, and entered her from behind.

"Oh, Jimmy!" she moaned. In the mirror before us, I watched her hands slide to her cunt. Her fingers began to massage her clit. She was standing on her toes, her back arched against my chest. She brought her head back against my shoulder. "Yes, Jimmy, yes!" she whispered.

Not stopping the slow thrusting, I reached my hands around and unbuttoned her dress again. The straining fabric popped open as I worked my way to her navel. Then I slowly drew them up along her belly, over the bulging brassiere, to the arms. Taking the fabric, I drew the dress down off her arms, so that it was now hanging from her waist. Debby was now thrusting back at me, watching in the mirror as I disrobed her.

"The bra, Jimmy, take off the bra." Her voice was now hoarse, panting.

"I planned on it, my dear." I slid my hands up her sleek flanks, back up to the bra, now overflowing with excited tits. I unhooked the snap and drew it away from her arms. Her breasts sprang forth. Her nipples seemed huge in the reflection. My cock grew even harder, and I began thrusting fiercely.

"Oh, God, Jimmy!"

I pushed Debby harder against the bureau. She placed her hands on the top, supporting her weight. I grabbed her hips and held them up, and thrust even more vigorously. In the mirror, I could see her tits bouncing and swaying, her teeth delicately biting her lower lip. She was moaning so quietly and so urgently. Her cunt felt so tight, so hot, so juicy. It was twitching around me, in spasms. I came, ramming it in one last time. Her back arched against my chest.

"Mom! Make Brian give back the TV control!"

I looked at her in the mirror and we both laughed. "Mommy will be down in a minute!" I called out. "She's busy right now." We laughed again, and I pulled my limp dick out of her drenched cunt.

Debby tugged her dress down again, then bent over to pick up her bra. Faster, I grabbed it and moved back.

"Jimmy!?"

I took the bra and wiped my cock off on one of the cups. Then I moved back to her. Grabbing her dress, I pulled it above her cunt, and used the other cup to wipe off her wet pussy. I tossed the bra into the bathroom towards the hamper. "No underwear."

"Jimmy!"

"No underwear."

She looked at me for a moment, then slipped her arms into the dress sleeves. As I zipped, Debby smiled and whispered, "Bastard!"

I laughed and unlocked the door. Back to the kids.

Debby came back downstairs about thirty minutes later. She had changed her dress and had first taken a shower. She had a clean, soap scent about her, not the fresh fucked scent she wore when I came downstairs. The new dress was similar to the first, but lighter, tighter, and shorter. She had changed shoes, too. Instead of the flat sandals she wore to the store, she had on a pair of high heeled sandals. I rubbed her back when the boys couldn't see.

"No bra or panties, bastard," she whispered.

"I'll tell my mother you said that," I whispered back.

"And I'll tell her what you did to make me say it."

"She'll call you a shameless hussy," I replied.

"So? I am."

Dinner passed, as did TV time. Debby teased me the rest of the night. She unbuttoned her dress down to the level of her tits, giving me a great look at her cleavage. Her nipples poked through the thin cotton. After dinner, in the family room, while the kids watched the tube, she placed her legs so that I could see straight up her dress. Her pussy was pink and moist through the trim blond curls.

Thank God the boys were too young to know what was going on. Of course, I had noticed Little Jimmy starting to look through the Penney's catalog at more than toys. Now he seemed to be noticing the bra and nightgown sections. The boys seemed to stay up forever, but then again, they didn't have school the next day.

Finally the boys hustled off to bed around ten. Debby and I continued watching the TV, she in her armchair and me in mine, facing her. Every five or ten minutes I saw a hand steal up to her chest and pop another button. After half an hour, the dress was completely undone. Her belly button stared at me, and her nipples pointed up. Her skirt had ridden up her thighs, now spread wide. Debby began to slowly play with herself, teasing me along with her nipples and clit. I sipped a beer and idly watched.

When the news ended, Debby stood. "Coming to bed?" she asked. One eyebrow arched, and she did a bump-and-grind in my direction. I upended the beer bottle down my throat and followed her to our room.

Once in our room I rapidly stripped. Debby, almost naked to begin with, was faster. She sat on the bed facing me with her legs spread wide. I moved to join her on the bed.

"Not so fast, buster," she said to me. "All day long I've been doing what you want. It's your turn now."

"Gladly."

Pointing to the floor between her feet, she said, "Dinner time."

I knelt between her legs and lowered my head to her crotch. A heavy, musky scent almost overpowered a light floral scent. Not only had she showered, she had douched. She pushed her ass to the edge of the bed, then put her hands behind my head. Pulling me into her cunt, she said, "Lick your plate clean."

I eagerly complied. Her finger fucking had made her pussy hot and juicy. Burying my lips in hers, I tongued out her cunt as deep as I could go. After a few minutes of the delicious futility, I shifted north and, putting my lips around her bright red clit, started sucking. The effect was electrifying. Her thighs began quivering, and Debby began gasping out her joy. After a few minutes, she collapsed backwards onto the bed.

I rose and crawled onto the bed with her. Debby recovered rapidly and twisted around, head to toe. Straddling my face, she murmured, "Dessert," and bent down to engulf my hard dick with her lips. Sliding my hands up her thighs, I spread her pussy lips and she settled her cunt over my mouth. Debby came in an endless orgasm, her juices flooding onto my face. But she never stopped licking and sucking my cock until the jism finally exploded into her mouth. At one point, she gagged slightly, and some of my come dribbled out of her mouth. She licked and sucked it back off my dick.