John Friday - Willing wife swappers

Don Burgess and his young blonde wife Kathy walked out sad eyed and scowling. The door of the model home clicked shut behind them, a cold and final sound.

"Shit!" Don said. "I knew we couldn't afford it!"

"It's all right," Kathy said, trying to sound cheerful. The sun gleamed in her golden hair.

Her firm, sharply coned tits rose as she inhaled deeply, then seemed to sag as she breathed a heavy sigh. "We're young," she said in an encouraging voice. "Someday we'll be able to buy a house."

"Bullshit!" Don said, his brooding eyes downcast. "The price has gone up twice in the last two months, and the interest rate is higher now. Even if we both get big raises, we can't keep up with inflation. We'll be stuck in that rat-trap apartment for the rest of our lives!"

"It's not all bad," Kathy said. "There's the pool…"

"Yeah, and walls so thin we can hear the couple next door whenever they fuck."

"You used to like hearing that," Kathy said in a sultry voice. "The way that woman moans and cries… that really turned you on!"

"Well, not any more. We're all caged like monkeys in the zoo, and I'm sick of it. I want us to have a home of our own."

"We will… someday," Kathy said. Her blue eyes flashed, trying to hide her own disappointment. "Come on, let's go home. I'll slip into something sexy, and we'll let the neighbors listen to us. As soon as your cock gets good and hard, you'll forget all about interest rates and inflation."

"I'm sorry, Kathy – I'm just not in the mood." He pulled his hand away and dug in his pocket for keys to the car. "Look at this piece of shit." He angrily kicked the front wheel of their ten year old sedan. "… the tires are bald, the engine needs an overhaul. We're both working, and we can't even afford that. We can't even think about buying a new car with prices the way they are. No wonder the fucking car companies are going broke. Who can afford to buy?"

"Frustrating, isn't it?" a breathy female voice said in sympathy.

"Frustrating? No, it's completely fucked!"

She smiled warmly and tossed her head. "That's what I like about young people – you tell it like it is!"

Don looked up then and realized it wasn't Kathy he'd been talking to. Deep in thought and his eyes glaring down, he had not noticed the raven-haired woman standing near the back of the car.

"Er, I'm sorry," Don said quickly. "I didn't mean to swear like that." She looked to be about forty, still trim and shapely, but old enough to be his mother. What he'd said embarrassed him.

"Don't worry about it," she said sweetly. "I'd have said worse. My husband George and I have been working for almost twenty years, saving every penny we could… and we still don't have a down payment large enough to satisfy the fucking bank."

"See?" Don said to his wife. "Twenty years from now, that's where we'll be."

The older woman sighed and shrugged, stirring a soft fall of jet-black hair that spilled over her shoulders and down to the ripe swelling of firm, full tits. They looked taut and proud, not sagging and droopy like tits on a lot of women her age.

Don managed a halfway grin, thinking that if they were alone and he felt better, he'd really like to get his hands on her huge tits and try his hot young cock in her middle-aged cunt.

She smiled at him with a sexy look in her dark eyes, almost as though she could read his mind. "I'm Ellen Chambers," she said, reaching out with a slender, graceful hand.

"I'm Don Burgess." He had to pause and catch his breath. The obvious yearning in her flashing eyes had started his cock to swell. All his life Don had heard that older women were really wild in bed. He didn't know for sure, but the way Ellen's restless eyes gazed so hungrily, he was itching to find out.

"I'm Kathy, Don's wife," Kathy said pointedly. It was as though she could read his thoughts too. A twinge of jealousy crackled in Kathy's usually soft voice.

"And here comes my husband George." Suddenly the spell was broken. Ellen's hungry gaze melted into a look of boredom, and she stifled a yawn with the back of her slender hand. "George," she said in an even voice, "I'd like you to meet Don and Kathy Burgess – two more frustrated house hunters."

"I'm charmed," George said to Kathy. In his eyes, Don wasn't there. She extended her hand, he lifted it, turned it palm down and kissed it lightly. His lips moved like they were searching for more, and young Kathy suddenly felt quite nervous.

"I'm… I'm pleased to meet you both," she said, drawing back her hand despite the older man's warm grip. His old fashioned romantic gesture embarrassed her, especially with Don looking on… looking like he wanted to punch George right in the mouth.

"We were going to have a few drinks and try to forget the horrors of house hunting. Would you like to join us?" Ellen asked.

"We'd love to," Don said quickly, glancing then at his wife for her approval.

"But we'd better not," Kathy said. "We – er, we have other plans."

"Oh, yes! I couldn't help overhearing," Ellen said with a sly and approving grin, "you're going to let the couple next door listen to your fucking for a change."

Kathy's sleek, suntanned skin blushed a flaming red.

"It's all right," Ellen said. She curved an arm around the young woman's shoulders and gave her a reassuring hug. Kathy still trembled, her pretty face flushed with embarrassment. "Hey," Ellen said calmly, "Just because we're forty… it doesn't mean we don't fuck."

Kathy blushed an even deeper shade of crimson. "Ellen, for God's sake, cut it out. Can't you see you're embarrassing the poor child? Not everyone in their twenties has joined the sexual revolution, you know?" George brushed Kathy's arm with almost fatherly affection. "There, there you poor dear. Don't pay any attention to that wife of mine. Ellen sometimes… well, she gets carried away."

Don couldn't help thinking, I'd like to carry her away. Ellen Chambers had the shapely figure of a mature woman, full breasts and flaring hips, and a firm, well-rounded ass that seemed to be just begging for a big cock.

In contrast to the ripe, womanly charms of the black-haired beauty, Don's blonde wife looked girlish-small boned and quite petite, almost doll like, her figure was so delicate.

Unless Kathy really got excited, unless her musky cunt oil flowed full and free, her tiny little slit couldn't take the straining thickness of Don's enormous cock. She always cried and whimpered from the pain.

Ellen, though, looked like a woman he could fuck all night – strong, sensuous, able to wring a man dry and then suck him until he got hard enough to do it all again. The fantasy fucking of Ellen Chambers made Don's cock bulge uncomfortably in his snug fitting jeans.

It seemed perfectly all right to him, mentally undressing her, baring a cunt he imagined to be sheltered in a dense clump of sleek black fur, filling her aching woman's hole with all the hot strength of his horny cock… but Don didn't like it when he saw how George kept looking at Kathy, softly stroking her delicate arm, obviously thinking the same kind of thoughts about her little golden fleeced twat.

"Kathy's right," Don said nervously. "We'd… we'd better just go on home. Maybe some other time."

"Oh, Don… let's go with them. A couple of drinks might do us both good."

"Women are famous for changing their minds," Ellen said with a warm smile. Her flashing eyes had not missed the huge swelling in Don's pants. She looked again, a longing gaze, wondering how such a tiny young wife could possibly stand his beautiful big cock.