John Friday - Willing wife swappers

"I think you'd better take her to our room in the back of the house," Kathy said in a soft but urgent tone.

"Why, for God's sake?" Don had the head of his cock between the spread lips of Bonnie's eager cunt. His wife reached around behind, helping to guide him in, working the thick knob of his cock head up and down to rake Bonnie's clit in a way she knew would drive the woman wild.

"Because I just heard that tiller motor stop. If my guess is right, her muscle-bound husband will be knocking on our door in a few minutes."

"So?" In the short time they had known George and Ellen, Don had come to take complete sexual freedom as a perfectly normal and natural thing.

Then he remembered how up-tight he and Kathy were the first time.

"Oooh, shit – I see what you mean. Come on, Bonnie… let me show you the rest of the house."

"Aaagh!" she cried when he eased the pressure of his prick and took her by the hand. "Hurry! I can't wait. Oh, shit – you and that wife of yours got me so hot I can't stand it. If I don't get your big cock soon, my poor pussy is going to melt!"

Kathy grinned as she watched them leave the room. In a way she felt sorry for Bonnie, saddled with the boredom of a dreary marriage and monotonous, guilt-ridden sex. The poor bitch! Then Kathy sighed. A short while ago, that was her life!

A knock sounded at the door and Kathy turned expectantly, her smile growing wider as she called, "Come in!"

Ed pushed the door open just a crack and said with a slightly nervous twinge in his voice. "Er, hi… I'm Ed Wallace from across the street."

Kathy rose to greet him, blue eyes flashing, one hand brushing lightly through her long blonde hair. "Yeah, I know. I'm Kathy. I saw you running that rototiller when we pulled up."

"I… I think my wife is here," he said, eyes running up and down Kathy's young, lithe body.

"Hhhmmm," Kathy said. Not a definite answer one way or the other. "I couldn't help noticing you – your muscles, I mean. You must work out a lot."

"Er, yeah. I was really into weight lifting when I was in school." He unconsciously took a deep breath and swelled his massive, rippled chest. "I still pump a little iron to keep in shape."

"I can tell!" Kathy stood near him, tilting her hips seductively as her fingers lightly traced the curves of bulging muscles where a woman's tits would be. "I've never seen so much muscle so big and so hard! Are you like that all over?"

"Aaah, what do you mean?" The nearness of her, the boldness of her touch both put him on edge.

"I mean your prick. It is big and bulging hard too?" She slid her hand down the rock-hard flat of his belly and wiggled her eager fingers between his legs.

"If it isn't already, it will be soon," Ed muttered in astonishment. Something about her made him feel strangely ill at ease. In a way she was the answer to his dreams – a bold and exciting woman not afraid to make her desires known. But at the same time, her brazen lust flooded his mind with doubt. Could he really do it? Could he give this wanton blonde witch all that she asked for so openly?

"I… I saw another couple moving stuff in earlier," Ed said in a tight voice. He could feel his cock swelling hard, starting to ache in her teasing grasp. Nagging doubts still plagued him with uncertainty. "A guy about forty, a woman with long black hair and… and…"

"Big tits," Kathy filled in.

"Er, yeah. Really built!"

"That's Ellen and George they're friends of ours. We went together to buy this house."

"Oh, yeah? You mean you're going to share it?"

"We share everything!" Kathy said, and she gave his raging cock a hearty squeeze.

"Aaaahhh," he groaned. Any doubts he had before faded as his cock straightened itself, almost leaping out of his pants.

"Er, where's Bonnie?" he asked. Despite the furious heat of his desire, he could only think of her walking into the room while this lusty little blonde was playing with his cock.

"Don's… showing her the rest of the house," she said with only a slight hesitation.

"Oh. ooooohhhh!" She was tugging at his belt, pulling his zipper down, working deft fingers to free his massive hard-on from the cruel restriction of his clothes. Ed nearly collapsed from the wilting heat of long-frustrated desire. If only his wife Bonnie had tried to turn him on like this.

Bonnie! His eyes dropped like a pair of lead balls. "Her clothes! Those are her clothes in a heap in the middle of the floor!"

"Yes, they are," Kathy said as she sank to her knees, dropping his shorts to get her first good look at his cock. His prick loomed before her like a living, breathing thing with a life and mind of its own. His cock throbbed with violent need while the rest of Ed's body struggled vainly to hold back.

"She knows where they are when she wants them," she said, blowing her hot breath on the head of his cock.

"Aaaggghhh! What's… what's she doing naked?"

"What are you doing?" Kathy asked. "I've still got my God damned clothes on!"

"Hhhuuuungh!" Ed could no longer restrain himself. He didn't want to try. Neither did he want to think about his wife Bonnie naked somewhere with another man in the back of the house. He just let himself go, let his cock take command of his senses. "Suck it, bitch! Close your damn mouth on the hardest, hottest muscle I've got!"

Kathy needed no coaxing. This was the moment she'd been waiting for, the explosion of suppressed desire she'd been leading him toward. Her seething lips capped the massive knob of his cock, and she swirled his prick head hungrily with her tongue.

"Grrungh!" Ed growled, rocking his hips, muscles tense and hard as when he bench pressed hundreds of pounds. "Take it, you little gold witch. Take it all! Swallow every inch of my horny prick!"

Kathy pulsed her lips, reaching and grinding, willing her throat to relax and accept his unyielding strength. She knew now why Ellen had such a frantic hunger for fresh cock Ed's long prick throbbed with steaming fury, heaving more wildly in her throat than either George's or Don's did.

"Raaahhhh!" The grunting roar came from the back of the house; Ed and Kathy both tensed at the sound.

"That's Bonnie," Ed said. "Bonnie?"

"Mmmm-hhhm," Kathy said with humming lips clenched tight on the fearsome power of his big cock.

"She's… she's…" His lips refused to form the word.

"Fucking," Kathy said, straining to part her lips enough to speak. She tightened her grasp again, a soft pulling motion that began deep in her throat, wet suction that quickly blanked his mind.

Kathy remembered how it was with Don the first time. They had talked about it frankly several times since. Hearing his wife's erotic cries had sent shivers up his spine the first time. Then her lusting chanting began to excite him, adding greatly to his own desire, deepening his satisfaction. It would be that way with Ed… once he got used to the idea.

"Aaarggghhh!" Bonnie's next sharp cry startled them both. "Good! Unugh, yes. Yes, fuck me! Oh, fuck me hard!"

Ed looked stunned. His eyes drifted toward the long hall leading to the back of the house. It seemed to work like a megaphone and intensify sounds coming from the back room. They could hear Don's breathy grunts and Bonnie's delighted wails as clearly as if they were only inches away.

"That fucking whore!" Ed growled. "That stinking, skinny cunt!"

But for the demanding pull of Kathy's lips on his rigid cock, Ed would have run toward the sound fists balled, eyes blazing with anger. But she distracted him. "Aaaahhhh!" he gasped. She'd reached the hairy root of his cock. Her lips swarmed into the curly tangle, and her fingers coiled and milked his aching balls.

Rapid pulses began deep in Kathy's throat, tight little waves that ran up the length of his cock. They crashed against his hairy loins.