Unknown - The swap club

The next morning, my parents brought the boys back. Debby didn't laugh when they said they needed a long nap that afternoon, because the boys wore them out.

The rest of the month passed in a similar fashion. It seemed as if every night, Debby put on a different nightie and we fucked at least twice. If either's spirits seemed to flag, a subtle mention of the party made the hormones race. Weekends we slept late, not sleeping, but sucking and fucking. It seemed as if most nights Debby went braless, and I took to taking my shorts off as soon as I got home. Occasionally, dinner was a few minutes late as she helped me remove them.

Most evenings Debby wore dresses and skirts, and after the boys went to bed, would do me in the family room. She'd simply lift her skirt and whisper, "Fuck me," as she unzipped my pants. Even her period didn't seem to slow her down. One night, she came downstairs dressed in tight white hot pants that were so tiny they seemed little more than zippered denim panties, white high-heeled sandals, and an absolutely transparent white blouse tied at her waist. She put a porno tape on the VCR and blew me as I watched. Then she untied the blouse and blew me again. Then she took the blouse off and titfucked me. At this point I began to run out of steam, so Debby put in a different dirty movie, pulled my pants completely off, and began slowly licking my entire crotch. She really cleaned my balls and cock, getting it hard again, before she sucked me off a fourth time!

I finally had enough. Standing on wobbly legs, I led the way to bed. Hoping to drop into a deep sleep, I was pleasantly disappointed when she pushed her shorts down her hips and bent at the waist. Looking over her shoulder at me, she told me I couldn't put it in her cunt, but she'd really get off if I assfucked her. She was truly hot and tight. While my performance couldn't have been my best, Debby seemed to appreciate the effort considerably. I, of course, damn near fell asleep at the office the next day.

Finally, the day of the next party arrived. I was going to wear pretty much the same outfit I had worn before, slacks, shirt, and loafers. No socks, no shorts. Tonight, Debby wore a long, cotton, tee-shirt dress that buttoned from the low cut neckline to the hem, high heels, and no panties this time. She had already showered and dressed when the doorbell rang. As I climbed into the shower, she told me she had asked Jenny to pick up a pizza for herself and the boys, and went down to say hello and get the boys settled.

I was pulling my pants on when Debby came back into our bedroom and locked the door. I looked over at her quizzically, as she sat on the bed, and she said, "I want to start a new tradition. We didn't have the energy to screw afterwards, and we're not supposed to screw each other at the party." She began unbuttoning the top of her dress. "So I want you to fuck me now, before the party."

Grinning, I dropped my pants back to the floor and stepped out of them. The invitation, and sight of my wife's immense breasts had gotten me quite hard. Reaching down, I pulled her dress, still buttoned below the waist, above her hips. Pushing her back on the bed, I stepped between her wide spread thighs and plunged in. "I like tradition," I said.

"Hard and fast, Jimmy! Fuck me hard and fast!" she moaned into my ear.

Whether it was because of the impending orgy, or the fact that the neighbor's daughter was downstairs, or simply innate horniness, Debby was really hot and juicy. Wrapping her arms around my back and her legs around my waist, she drew me tightly into her. The dress, tight and somewhat stretchy, pulled back, and her rock hard nipples ground into my chest. I put my hips into high speed action and we moaned quietly to a very intense and wet orgasm. After a few moments lying together, we stood, and Debby dried our crotches with my towel. Finishing dressing, we rushed downstairs.

Jenny was dressed in another set from her apparently endless supply of cutoffs and white tee shirts. No bra. Hmmm? Debby had told her we would be late. Perhaps she had lined up some couch action for after the boys went to sleep. Or 'studying' as my high school girlfriends used to call it. Of course the only thing I had been studying had been their tits and cunts. She did have nice tits, for jailbait.

Jeff and Denise lived in a newer section of the neighborhood, a few miles away. We got there about fifteen minutes late, getting lost in a seeming rabbit's warren in the process. But we were in good company. Dan and Cindy pulled up moments after us, and we walked up the path together.

We rang the bell several times, and were wondering whether the party was cancelled, when Jeff opened the door. Barefoot and shirtless, he smiled and let us in. "We kinda got started early," he explained. "Come on, I just finished the entertainment center. We're down there, watching movies."

He led us down into what had once been a basement, stopping once in the kitchen and getting us all some cold beers. "There's more downstairs, of course." Then he took us downstairs.

The four of us stopped and stared as we entered the room. The room had been really done up nicely. New carpet, a wet bar against one wall, a big wide screen TV against the far wall, a monster stereo, new furniture. But what we stopped and stared at was the hot and heavy action going on all around us.

A J-shaped sectional couch was centered in the room, the base of the J facing the TV. The five foot screen showed a five foot blow job, as a hard core movie was in the tape player. Seated at the base of the J was Carol, sitting between Ted and Bob. The two men were lounged back, shirts open, pants around their knees, legs up on the coffee table before them. Carol was also lounged back, wearing nothing but high heels, stockings, and a garter belt, her legs wide spread and draped over the two men. In each hand she was stroking an erection, and Bob and Ted reciprocated with their hands in and on her pussy. All three were staring at the movie and breathing heavily.

Denise and Alice were between the coffee table and the television, on the floor, and oblivious to the film. Both were stark naked and in a heated sixty-nine, Denise laying on her back, and Alice kneeling over her. They both were slurping noisily.

On the long side of the J, Jerry sat in the center of the sofa. He too was shirtless, with his pants around his ankles. Bobbi, a sundress pulled both down and up to her waist, sat in his lap, facing away from him. Her thigh top stocking clad thighs were wide spread, and his massive dick was deep in her cunt. Like Debby, she was wearing high heeled sandals. Jeff grinned at us, and walked over to them. Standing before the coupling couple, he undid his pants and stuck his erect organ in her face. Far from disconcerted, she leaned forward and proceeded to begin sucking him, bouncing on Jerry's erection as she did so.

"Wow!" whispered Cindy. Coming out of my daze, I could only mutter agreement. I led her to the other side of the sectional, and I sank into a large armchair at the end. Cindy plopped down into my lap and swung her legs up over the side, so she was laying across my lap. I took a good swig of my beer and looked her over. She was really cute tonight, wearing a sort of light wrap dress that came to mid thigh. Or did when standing. Now, with her legs over the arm of our chair and her high heels pointed at the threesome, it slid down to her crotch. Her nipples poked her top up, and quite a bit of very nice cleavage showed.

Cindy took a healthy swallow of beer and watched me look her over. Silently, she rubbed the condensation off the bottle onto her nipples, and they seemed to spring even further upright, pushing on the now wet fabric. Then she ran the bottle down between her thighs, spreading the wrap apart, and resting for a moment on her very trim bush, before taking another drink. I took another sip, and then switched the bottle to my other hand. My first hand I slipped between her thighs. She parted them slightly, and I slid my middle finger up inside her tight little pussy, as my thumb rubbed her clit.