John Friday - Willing wife swappers

A heated moan burst from his lips. Don's eyes flew open wide, but he still could not see. The red haze of pain swung over them like a heavy drape.

What Ellen had said about the sensuous joy of contrast rang sharply behind his sightless gaze.

Deep in her throat, his cock head felt the soft tension of her wavering throat muscles, warm and smooth… like swimming in a tropical lagoon. But at the root, her teeth kept grinding excitedly, and that was like having his cock in the jaw of a man-eating shark.

Another surge of cream burned its way up from his balls, past the grinding pressure of her teeth and on to the bulging head wedged so tightly in the narrow confines of her velvet throat.

"Hhhuuugh!" he groaned, pitching sideways on to the thickly carpeted floor, trapping her hand beneath his writhing ass, driving her finger still deeper inside.

His sudden collapse almost made Ellen lose her frantic mouth-grip on his prick. His cock jerked nearly free of her lips before she could dive down on his powerful prick shaft and enjoy the thrill of swallowing all of his cock again.

Strands of soft, inky-black hair spilled across his loins, flowing like warm oil into the narrow channel of his crotch. Wisps of silk swirled around his heaving balls, teasing and tormenting them, urging out still more cum.

He felt drained, sucked dry, but the pull of her lips kept sucking up more. Don lay sprawled an his back, hips slightly raised by her balled fist and the long finger she had spiked in his ass.

He had some idea now what Kathy felt like when his passions soared and he rammed into her cunt before getting her sweet juices to flow. The tube of his asshole felt dry, rubbed raw by a long finger as hot as cherry-red steel.

"Aaaaggghhh!" he groaned, arching his back to ease the stabbing pressure. Bent like a bow, his cock went deeper into her throat, angled in a way that made the cling of wet muscle feel completely new. He shook with tremors of joy and trembled with spasms of pain – a strange, wild mix of emotions that all became tangled in his mind.

When the last spurt of silver cream had splattered inside her throat, she only sucked harder to draw out more. His aching prick burned and jerked, wrenching itself shut. His cock could not have hurt more if she had used his long prick to stir the fires of hell. At the same time, he'd gotten used to the way her long finger glided in and out of his ass.

"Oooh, Ellen. No more! My cock can't stand it!"

Her full lips swelled and she let a giggling sound escape. The salty-sweet taste of his cream lingered in her throat, a wet reminder of how good it felt to have her mouth stuffed with hot young cock. He must have jetted out a quart, but she still wanted more… and she knew how to get it!

Lying on his back, his heavy ball sac drooped into the palm of her hand. Her middle finger drove in like a lance, straining to reach greater depth, slapping his drained balls each time she thrust.

Ellen hummed deep in her throat, a long, rumbling sound like the growl of a starving man's stomach. Mad vibrations teased his sagging cock, a crazy new rhythm that made his prick rise again before the quaking aftershocks of his orgasm had faded into the gentle stillness of joy.

"No more," he said. "Shit, my prick is wrung dry!"

"Nnnuuugh!" Ellen insisted. "Hhhhmmmhhhmmmmmmmm!"

He rocked his hips, not trying to escape her ass ripping finger now but driving down harder upon it. The force of her thrusts made him feel like she could reach and touch the root of his prick, and tickle his cock from the inside.

"If you get me hard again, I'm going to ram my big prick up your ass!" he warned. "Uunnngh! I want you to – AAAGH! – know what it feels like!"

"Ggguuunngh!" Ellen said, "Good!" muffled by the re-swelling of Don's cock. She loved young prick, how hard and hot young cocks got – how they could fire and then be made to fire again and again.

She wanted Don's prick in her ass. The feel of his clamped, dark asshole on her probing finger made her little asshole squirm with envy. Then if his cock tasted like hot shit, she'd suck him hard again so he could fuck her cunt… the tight, twitching fuck hole that hungered for him most.

"Kathy," he moaned whisper soft as his cock burned hard. "Oh, God! Kathy, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done it. We're married… I belong to you! My cock is yours! Shit, what have I done?"

Ellen's soft lips slid up the length of his cock, a last teasing grasp as his prick began to throb again, pulsing with fresh blood. "Don't worry about her," she crooned in a soothing tone. "By now she won't give a shit what you've done."

"What?" Don's mind was dazed, weary with delight and anxious for more… but still plagued by the nagging power of his prudish upbringing.

"George will take good care of her," she assured him. "He'll suck and fuck her little blonde pussy until she wants you more than she ever did before!"

"Ooohhh, Kathy. Oooohhh, Ellen! Oh, shit! Who gives a damn? I want your ass… I'll bet it's tighter and hotter than your fucking throat. I want to fuck your ass! Let me ram it in… roll over bitch, bare those creamy checks!"

"Sure, Don…" Ellen drew out her finger and did a languid turn, arching her back toward the glowing heat of his throbbing cock. "I thought you'd never ask!"

Kathy felt a cold shiver the first time she heard Don moan. The strength of his warbled cry carried the full length of the hall, so shrill and sharp that he could have been right beside her.

"It's all right," George said. "Have some more wine." He splashed more pink champagne into her glass and watched as she sat mute, eyes drifting up like the tiny bubbles.

"Maybe," she said finally. "Some of my girl friends said it would be better if Don… if Don could fuck another woman. That he'd learn and then be better with me."

"I think your friends were right. I mean, would you want to have your appendix taken out by a doctor who had never done it before?"

She giggled uneasily and said, "No… no, of course not." But the chanting force of Don's excited cries still bothered her. "It's just that well, I have never been able to make him sound so happy."

"You'll learn too," he said. He lay beside her on the fleecy rug, tipping his glass with one hand while the other stirred aimlessly in the soft strands near her leg.

"I don't know," she said. "I've… I've never done anything with anyone except Don." She took a long sip, swallowing hard before going on. "And I don't do it very well with him."

"Of course… you've been taught by a teacher who never went to school."

Kathy grinned and took another cooling swallow of pink champagne. She could still hear Don's delighted cries, but they bothered her less. "I'd say he's enjoying his first lesson."

"And you will enjoy yours… as much or more."

Kathy tensed when he touched her legs, gulping a swallow of champagne. "I don't think I can do it."

"Not now, perhaps. You're not ready. But in time…"

"Yes, maybe." Kathy's eyes slipped almost shut, her trim little body swaying in time with her husband's grunts and moans. She thought, the time is nearer already.

George let his hand drift lightly as she swayed, inching up her thigh with deft strokes. "Hhhhhhmmmmmmm," she said, an echo of a sound she'd heard.

"Lie down, Kathy… stretch out and relax."

"Yes," she said in a dreamy voice. "I'd like that!" She uncrossed her legs and rolled down on her side to face him, eyes bright with expectation.

The sound of Don's voice had a strange effect. It had started her pussy juices flowing. She could feel the spread of dampness between her legs, a restless stirring in the tight hollow of her blonde-fringed cunt.

"Uuuunnngh!" she said in unison with. Don's distant groan. Without her really being aware of it, his hand had slipped beneath the hem of her short skirt. His touch was both exciting and reassuring.