John Friday - Willing wife swappers

"The fireplace is extra," Don said bleakly. "Almost three grand more."

"It would be worth it," Ellen said, "worth every cent just to have one good fuck lying naked in front of a real fire!"

"Ellen, for God's sake, don't talk like that," George said. "Can't you see you're embarrassing these young people?"

"It's all right," Kathy said. She'd noticed a shaggy fur rug in front of the fireplace and could not help but wonder what it would be like to have the soft white fleece caress her back while George burrowed his handsome, distinguished face between her legs.

"We're not quite as innocent as we look," Don said, sounding more sure of himself than he really felt. He noticed the furry circle of rug too, but it was Ellen Chambers he imagined spread upon it, her raven hair clashing sharply with snowy white.

"What's your pleasure?" George asked. "We've got all the usual stuff… even champagne if you lovely ladies would like a sip of the bubbly."

"I adore champagne!" Kathy said quickly.

Ellen turned to Don and whispered, "We got it to celebrate putting a down payment on a real house." A trace of sadness weighted her voice, but a bright sparkle still danced in her dark and searching eyes. The way she looked at Don started his cock swelling madly again.

"Nice place you have here," he said uneasily, at a loss for anything better.

"It's all right," Ellen said. "Would you like to see the rest of it?"

"Er, yeah… sure." Don wasn't sure at all. He watched George bring a long-stemmed glass of pink champagne to Kathy who had seated herself cross-legged in the middle of the soft rug. George did everything but drool!

"This way," Ellen said, distracting Don with a toss of her silky black hair. "The bedroom is especially nice."

She paused at the bar, picked up the two other glasses George had poured and handed one to Don. Then she raised her glass of the pink sparkling wine in a toast and whispered to him, "To the bedroom."

Don's straining cock had a frenzied pulse beat all its own before they'd gone half way down the hall. The lush domes of Ellen's ass cheeks swayed so invitingly before his eyes. He could even see the deep cleft between them, her tailored skirt fit so snugly. His hand trembled in time with the throb of his cock, so violently that he almost spilled the wine.

Ellen smiled, knowing exactly the effect the sway of her seductive ass would have. She could sense his lust in the ragged, uneven breathing she heard close behind. Her grin grew wider as they neared the bedroom door. Nothing pleased her more than exciting a hot young cock!

Though she took pains to keep herself trim and appealing to the male eye, she could not help but notice the way her husband gazed so hungrily at tender young girls.

Though she felt certain in one part of her mind that she could fuck circles around a naive little cunt like Kathy, Ellen needed reassurance – the satisfaction of watching a man's cock swell hard with desire for the lush body she feared might be slipping past its prime.

With age and experience, she had reached an understanding with her husband George. Years before, she had thrown a jealous fit when she came home and found him fucking a young girl who lived down the hall. She almost filed for divorce, the hurt went so deep. A young lawyer wise beyond his years talked her out of signing the papers she'd insisted he draw up.

"George is starting to feel his age," the handsome young lawyer said. "There are streaks of gray in his hair, his… his cock doesn't get hard quite as fast as it did once. It doesn't mean he doesn't love you – it means he needs reassurance."

"What about me?" Ellen asked sharply. "I'm not the slender young sexpot I used to be. My tits are bigger, not quite as firm. How do you think it makes me feel when he goes whoring after some hot little pussy?"

"Jealous… angry… hurt… uncertain." He said the words without emotion, as though reading from a laundry list.

"You're damn right, uncertain! I'm as old as he is, and I have my needs too!"

"Then you'll have to find your own Fountain of Youth…"

"I don't want a fucking mystical fountain… I want a hot young cock I can make swell hard!"

"Then find one. That shouldn't be hard for a woman with your figure and your experience."

"I want yours," Ellen said bluntly. "If you don't fuck me right here and now, I'll know everything you've said is pure shit!"

With the barest hint of a smile, the attorney touched a button on the intercom. "Miss Smith, cancel all my appointments for the afternoon. I'm going to be in… in conference!"

That night Ellen and George both felt supremely confident, sure of themselves and sure of each other. They fucked until dawn with the joyous abandon of young kids – and they would again tonight after Don and Kathy had gone home to their thin-walled apartment, both wiser from experience and able to drive their neighbors wild with the new sounds sure to come.

"Ooooh, wow! This is really wild!" Don said when Ellen ushered him into the bedroom. One wall was glass, a double sliding door that opened on to a walled-in garden area lush with green growing things. The other three walls all had large mirrors, reflecting the two of them.

"You won't mind if I slip into something more comfortable?" Ellen asked. It was only half a question. She'd already started taking off the tailored jacket of her suit.

Don watched, dazzled by reflected images of her that seemed to surround him. Even when he tried, he could not take his eyes off her. Wherever he looked, he saw Ellen Chambers shedding the prim clothes of middle age.

Somehow he'd thought she would change in the bathroom, appearing later in slacks or perhaps a housecoat like his mother used to wear. But she stripped herself nude before his gaping eyes, keeping her back to him while she slipped on a filmy white robe so thin he could see the wide red crowns of her huge nipples, the dense black fur that fringed her cunt.

It was more a sheer white veil than a robe, so soft and light that it fluttered soundlessly with each step she took toward him. Don gulped in stunned delight, almost choking on a swallow of champagne.

Ellen smoothed her sleek black hair, spreading it over the wide, feathery collar of her enticingly thin robe. "It's stork feather," she said. "Whiter than snow, softer than fur. George and I discovered the sensuous joy of contrast long ago – white and black, warm and cold… young and old."

Her arms coiled smoothly around his neck, tightening slowly to draw his breathless body near. The hot, dry swelling of his hammering cock pressed hard in the soft, damp hollow of her black furred crotch.

"Hard and soft… wet and dry," he said. Those were the two contrasts uppermost in his mind as she rubbed her lithe body against his, teasing and enticing in subtle ways that Kathy never would have known.

"Your clothes are so confining," Ellen purred. "Let me help you…"

Her spread fingers slipped lightly down his sides, around to the buckle of his belt.

"Oh, God – please don't! I'm ready to shoot in my pants as it is!"

"Let it come," she urged softly, "Get it out then we can both relax and really enjoy ourselves." She cupped a hand between his legs and gently squeezed his aching nuts.

"Uuungggh!" Don said with a groan. He felt the steaming surge of jism and shivered as it boiled the length of his cock still kinked and trapped in his pants.

"Get it all out," Ellen said, her teasing fingers milking his balls. "Let it flow, then I'll show you some real fun!"

Don couldn't help it, and after that first shot what the hell difference did it make? His aching balls pumped out jet after jet of thick hot cream that sprayed his shorts and sank back steaming in the thick mass of cock hair around the base of his throbbing prick.