John Friday: Willing wife swappers

"Aaarrrgh!" Don roared, throwing himself down on her lush, womanly curves. His spread lips sucked in one luscious tit, dragging the swollen nipple and its wide collar of nubby flesh between his teeth.

"Hoooppph!" she gushed, breath forced out by his demanding weight. "Hhhaaa."

The log of his cock lay between her legs, his thick prickhead probing blindly in the damp growth fringing her cunt. Ellen jerked and moaned in response, increasing the gnawing pressure of mouth on tit.

Don raised up suddenly, his mouth agape, tongue darting like a snake poised to strike. His hands reached out to cap the ripe swelling of her tits, and his head bowed down to the mouth of her musky pussy slit.

"Hhhunnngh," he growled, suddenly overcome with ravaging desire. "I never thought I'd like the taste of cunt."

He ground his gaping mouth into her mat of dense black cunt hair and probed with stabs of his tongue.

"Aaagggh!" she howled when he found her clit. She felt her thick nub swell despite the weakened protests of her mind. Don twirled her little clit, flicking it savagely with his tongue while his thumbs and fingers ground her nipples with the same hot rhythm of desire.

Jolts of pleasure shot through the tangled network of Ellen's nerves. The heat of his triple attack burned all thought of weakness from her mind.

"Oh, God!" she cried. "I want your hot young cock!"

The raw fury of his hunger made her body tense and flex with joy. It thrilled her to spark such demanding hunger in a young man, to make his cock swell hard and long, to numb his mind with wild desire and leave him deaf to the joyous cries of his lithe and beautiful young wife.

Don gulped and licked his lips as he reared back. He drew a long breath, straining the rippled muscles of his chest, and he rocked his hips to aim the long shaft of his raging cock.

Ellen slid her hands down to guide his prick, teasing his thick cock knob around the rigid bulge of her clit, wincing with shocks of expectation. Her lush, womanly figure swelled with confidence.

She gasped sharply, "Fuck me!"

Don gave a roar and rocked his hips, ramming his cock head into her juicy pussy slit. "Aaahhh," he cried, stung by the clinging warmth of her cunt grip.

"Ggguuungh," she groaned, writhing the muscles of her cunt, teasing and stroking his cock in ways Don had never felt before.

"Oooh, you beautiful bitch! Unngh! What a cunt… oh, fuck. I love what your pussy can do! Aaagh. Uuunnngh!"

His grunted wards of praise spurred Ellen even more. Spasms of lewd delight pulsed upward from the depths of her cunt, coiling around the shaft of his cock.

"Hhhuuungh!" she growled. "Ooooh, do it… Don, please… ram it in. Give me every inch. Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck my hungry cunt! Aaagh!"

Her fingers clawed his back, her lewd cries burned his ear and the grasping pulses of her cunt left him breathless with lewd desire.

"Fuck me!" she kept chanting faster and faster. "Fuck me! Fuck me good!"

And Don never paused to think that his young blonde wife was chanting the same lewd plea.

Kathy felt serene, lost in a dreamy fog, free at last from the nagging voice of guilt that scolded her for fucking another man. She had cum how many times? Five or six. After that she'd lost count.

George had worked his patient cock so skillfully, coaxing her along, driving to reach nerves she'd never been aware of, lifting her to dizzying heights of passion she'd never dreamed possible.

George lay beside her on the fleecy rug, his lean body relaxed, his long cock soft but not yet completely satisfied. He'd grown weary of his role as teacher. As exciting as it was to feel her lithe young body finally tense and strain, and then explode into the screaming joy of orgasm, his restless prick yearned to be set free – to fuck hard and long with no need to hold back his natural desire.

Don sprawled limp with Ellen close beside him. Her warm hand rested softly at the root of his swollen cock, teasing it lightly up and down. "It'll be hard at first," she said in a tone oddly like a warning.

He moaned a throaty sound and said, "It's getting hard already."

"I mean going back – seeing Kathy, your wife."

"Oooh, God!" A sudden feeling of sickness chilled him to the bone. The stroke of her sensuous hand felt all at once outrageously obscene. "I can't face her!"

"Of course you can. And you will. She needs you now more than ever."

"But…" Don's voice trailed off. His chest felt crushed by the burden of guilt. "… but she must have heard us. She knows we didn't spend all this time looking at the furniture or checking the damn floor plan of your condominium."

"She knows," Ellen agreed in a voice as cool and soothing as a mountain stream. "And you know too. You heard her moan and scream and beg for more. You can't think she and George were just sitting there sipping champagne…"

"And that makes it even worse!" Don said, a troubled look spreading darkly across his handsome face. "I heard how worked up she was. What if she doesn't want me now?"

"She'll want you more than ever," Ellen assured him. "She'll be more open and honest about her desires too. And so will you."

Her dark eyes settled on the rigid swelling of Don's big cock, and a knowing smile curved her full red lips. "Why don't you go in there right now and give that beautiful little blonde what she's been wanting for so long?"

Don blushed red, embarrassed and ashamed of his naked body, self-conscious of the long prick lanced up sharply in anxious desire.

"No!" he said flatly. "I can't… not like this. Not with George there."

"He's seen hot cocks before," Ellen said with a hint of brittle impatience crackling in her voice. In fact, next to ramming his own big cock into a soft, sweet cunt, one of the things George enjoyed most was watching a thick, long prick grind into his wife's eager pussy. But of course they both knew that Don, being so anxious and inexperienced, wasn't ready for anything nearly as wild as that. At least not yet.

Ellen smiled forgivingly and rose to her feet. "I'll go first. Give me one minute… after that, George will be too damn busy to look at, or even think about you."

"All right," he said uncertainly, watching entranced as Ellen slipped back into her misty, white robe. She left the robe open in front, clearly showing her dense thatch of gleaming, black cunt hair and the shadowed canyon between her proud tits. At the door, she paused and swept her long raven hair over one shoulder, tossing it to spill softly, mingling and contrasting sharply with the delicate, feathery trim of the robe.

"I'm only wearing this because George gets so hot while he rips it off." Then she turned and started down the hall, saying, "I'll see you in a minute."

Don found to his surprise that he couldn't wait half that long. He followed close behind, eyes locked on the seductive sway of Ellen's shapely ass. At the living room door he held back, his eyes burning with curiosity, his cock swelling harder with each step she took.

Kathy felt a stabbing chill the instant Ellen stepped into the room. Her head spun toward the door, swirling her silky, golden hair.

Ellen seemed not to notice that Kathy was even in the room. She walked straight toward George, one hand reached out, curved invitingly. The other teased a rich, wide collar of cunt hair that gleamed with the shimmering luster of mink.

George rose quickly, arms reaching out. Fresh, hot pulses of desire surged into his sagging cock. Kathy gaped in awe as his long prick swelled hard, his thick cockhead gleaming with raw lust. Only minutes before, the teasing magic of his prick had been in her quaking pussy. Numb with shock, Kathy realized the source of the chill she felt stabbing into her now – it was envy, pure and simple!