John Friday - Willing wife swappers

"The house?" Don felt shock waves of relief.

"Yes… I love that house. I want it so much… but I'm afraid to get my hopes up."

"George said he knows the vice president at the bank that handles mortgage loans, and with the four of us together we've got more than enough income to qualify. What can go wrong?"

"Something… anything. I don't know." Don's words were only faintly reassuring. They'd filled out all the necessary forms before they left, and it all looked good on paper. But still, Kathy had her fear of disappointment.

"I thought maybe you were bothered… by what we did back there."

"You mean fucking with Ellen and George?" she asked bluntly. "Shit, no… that was the best damn thing that ever happened to us."

Don nearly choked on surprise swelling in his throat. "You mean that?"

"Of course I mean it. We both knew something was wrong between us. Our sex life was the shits!"

"Er, well… I didn't think it was quite that bad." Don felt uneasy now. It was the first time he and Kathy had ever discussed sex openly and frankly.

"I was so fucking timid, and you were so God damned impatient. We weren't worth piss together in bed."

"I guess you're right," he said. He hadn't wanted to admit it before.

"Don't feel bad," she said brightly. "I don't think it was your fault… or mine."

"Then whose was it? We've never slept with anyone else."

"I know, and I think that's the trouble… that's what's so plain fucking stupid. I don't know why I never thought of it before."

"Thought of what?"

"Well, you were so hot for your pretty little virgin bride. And I was all weak-kneed and trembling with delight thinking: Oh, joy… my handsome husband belongs only to me."

"Yeah?" Don couldn't see yet what she was getting at.

"Well, how shit ass stupid can it get? Marriage is the one place where people prize a complete lack of experience. Can you imagine applying for a job and saying you should be really good because you've never done it before and don't know a damn thing about it?"

"That does sound pretty silly," he agreed.

Kathy nodded, and the lights sparkled brightly in her eyes. It did her good to talk, to finally give voice to thoughts that had troubled her for too long. "You had to practice and prove your skills to get a job as a welder… right?"

"Right."

"And. I had to study like hell and pass a test to beome an LVN – but we both got married without knowing shit from salami about sex."

"Then you don't mind what we did with Ellen and George?"

"Mind? I can hardly wait to do it again! If we get that new house, the first thing I'm going to do is lie bare ass naked in front of the fireplace and let George fuck me while you watch… I mean really watch close-up. I want you to see what that old son of a bitch does to me with his cock!"

Don gulped uneasily, chilled at first by the thought. "All right," he agreed. "Maybe you should watch Ellen with me… that woman's cunt does things you can't believe!"

"I'm going to do more than watch," Kathy said. "First chance I get, I'm going to get my tongue into her so I can feel everything she does. Then, damn your horny ass. I'll get that big prick of yours and do it even better!"

"I'm glad we're getting this all worked out," he said.

"Me too. I didn't like the way things were going." She paused, feeling slightly nervous despite the frankness of their conversation. "There's an intern where I work who has been hot for me, and I was really tempted."

"I've been tempted too," he said to ease her mind.

"I know, I saw the redhead where you work the last time I came by to pick you up. Those beady green eyes of hers swarmed all over the prick lump in your pants."

Don laughed, weakly at first, then in full relief. "I'd still like to see if her cunt hair is red."

"Go ahead. Fuck her the first chance you get."

"You mean it?"

"Yes, I mean it." Then Kathy grinned and tossed her long blonde hair. "The intern I told you about, wonders the same thing he asked if my cunt hair is gold too. Tomorrow I'm going to let him find out."

He said cautiously, "You really think that's all right?"

Kathy answered with a quick nod. "I wouldn't have liked it at all if you sneaked around – you know, made up some story about having to work late so you could fuck that little red fox. And I don't want to lie or cheat on you… but I do want to try that young doctor's big cock."

"What about George and Ellen?"

She grinned and softly stroked her long blonde hair. "Well maybe then we'll be able to teach them a thing or two."

"That would be a real switch. I sure hope we're able to buy that house. The idea sounds better all the time."

"Just remember what you've learned already, and keep thinking how much you want that house when you go with George to see the vice president at the bank tomorrow."

"Remember what I've learned? For God's sake, I can't say anything about that in the damn bank!"

"Don't say… do," Kathy told him. "Do what?"

She shot a sly grin. "Didn't George tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"About that friend of his, the vice president?"

"What about him?"

"Not him, lover… her!"

"Ooooh, fuck!"

"I'm sure that's what she has in mind. George said he thought it would take both of you to satisfy her stiff requirements."

It took three weeks for all the paperwork to go through, but time passed so quickly that neither Don nor Kathy had a chance to count the days. Besides nightly visits with George and Ellen, Don had to make three extra trips to the bank.

"I don't believe that friend of yours," he said to George one night when the four were together in the condo living room. "She called and said there was something she had to straighten out…"

Ellen said, "Get used to it. She's a modern woman. She knows what she wants and how to get it. And she didn't get to be a vice president at the bank by being bashful and shy."

"Some men can't seem to handle that," Kathy said.

"The handsome young intern?" Ellen guessed.

She nodded, sending glimmering waves of gold down her back. "For weeks he hinted around, you know – making sly, sexy remarks. Accidentally bumping into me to cop a free feel, and crap like that. Well, after Don and I had our talk, I said: Doc, let's cut the bullshit, shall we? If you want to fuck, I'm ready!"

"And what happened?" Ellen wondered. The twist of her grin hinted she already knew.

"I thought he was going to faint!"

"I would have too if a woman had said something like that to me before we met Ellen and George," Don said.

"But you liked the way that little redhead got all hot and bothered looking at the bulge in your pants," Kathy reminded him.

"That was different…"

"Sure," Ellen said, shaking her head. "She waited for you to make the first move. But more and more women are too honest and outspoken to sit around waiting…"

"And I'm one of them," Kathy said with new firmness in her voice. "George, if you want to fuck… I'm ready!"

Just then the phone rang. "You two go ahead," Ellen said. "I'll take the call." She was stark naked, jet-black hair spilled over her shoulders and down to veil the nipples of her firm, proud tits.

"Hello?"

The sight of her had Don's cock throbbing impatiently. The auburn-haired temptress he knew at work was good. Kathy was better, but still learning. Ellen, despite being twice his age, excited him wildly.

"Yes," she said pleasantly, "this is Ellen Chambers. Oh, yes… how are you?"

Don still didn't know who she was talking to nor did he care. He crept up behind her and stroked her long raven hair with one hand while guiding his enormous hard-on between her legs with the other.

"Uuunnngh," she gulped in a startled voice. "Oh, that's great!" Don's cock lanced up at a sharp angle, pressing hard on the wet black fur of her cunt lips. "Yes, really great!"