Dana Swanson - Blackmailed Into Swapping

"Aaaaaaahhhhh," she sighed as his pace quickened. There were soft wet sounds down between their torsos as he rocked the cock to her. Mavis was aware that her feet had lifted from the couch and were waving around high above Dell's humping rump. She knew that this lifted her flattened crotch to him, let him plunge his prick another inch into her sex cavern. And he was fucking her faster and she was…

"CUUUUMMMMIIIIIINNNNNG!" Mavis shrilled, her ass pumping wildly. He kept plunging it in and out of her as she orgasmed like a primitive savage. "Giiiiiivvvveeeeee it to me!" she panted, growled, screamed, begged. "Fuck it to me!"

She kept climaxing, cunt muscles spasming and wrenching with glorious pleasure. Mavis sensed that Connie had moved toward her bottom and had her feet, pushing them far back toward her head as Dell continued to plunder her cunt with his thudding cock.

She almost fainted with erotic delight as he slammed in deep and began shooting her snatch full of his thick, boiling jizz. And she was fucking back, her pussy glorying in the massive prick that was crammed deep into her body and was gushing love juice into her.

Mavis was pleasurably exhausted. Her mind seemed to swirl in euphoria; she felt dreamy and relaxed. "Oooooo, ohhhhh," she murmured, not wanting Dell to take his cock out of her cunt where he had let it soak in her sex cauldron for several minutes-even after she had siphoned out all his jizz.

Mavis turned her head and opened her eyes slightly. Miriam and Connie had the naked Dell flat on his back in the living room floor and Connie was squatting down on him as Miriam held his sex post perpendicular to his heaving body so Connie could capture it with her thick-lipped pussy.

Mavis closed her eyes. She would sleep and let Miriam and Connie have their way with the young virile Dell. They could take turns fucking him …

But she would sleep…

Hank and Miriam Carr were in the Moran living room when Phil drove in the driveway and Mavis had no opportunity to talk to her husband, let alone take the time to choose her words and determine just how much she could tell him-about the things that had happened to her.

"We got a poker game tonight at Willie's," Hank said, sipping the drink Mavis had mixed. "You'll make it, won't you? We won't play too late."

"I reckon," Phil grinned, patting Mavis on the bottom. He flattened his dark brown hair with the palm of his right hand. "When does the game start?"

"In about an hour," Hank said. "Gives you time to eat and come over."

But even after Miriam and Hank had gone, with Phil nibbling on cold beef sandwiches, washing it down with bourbon and soda, Mavis couldn't think of a way to open the conversation that was weighing on her mind.

Absently, it seemed, Phil finally said, "What's your feeling about what you mentioned to me on the phone?"

"What? I don't know," Mavis muttered, nerves jangling. "I don't think so…"

"Why?" Phil grinned. "Don't tell me you can't bear the thought of a little strange puntang? Just talking, though, I think Connie and Miriam might have a pretty hot tail between those fancy legs. And they're kinda obvious, pushing it at a guy sometimes. And Hank and Willie-I know they're aware of it-don't seem to be perturbed by the idea their wives might put out between strange sheets."

Arching an eyebrow, Mavis challenged, "If you think you want to dip your wick in their lamps-go ahead!"

Phil laughed easily, "I was thinking of a different analogy-darting my stinger into their blossoms!"

"Then dip your stinger in their blossoms," Mavis joined her husband's soft laughter. She loved his infectious grin and sparkling brown eyes.

Truly, she didn't care if he fucked Connie and Miriam! Bitterness gnawed at her elation for a second. How could she resent her husband's having an affair with other women-after what she had done? And she had enjoyed it-once the penile penetration had been accomplished and hard, experienced cock was inserted deep into her hungry vagina.

Quietly, Mavis said, replenishing her husband's drink, "If they give you an opportunity to fuck them-don't turn it down." She hoped bitterness and deceit weren't apparent in her voice.

Phil laughed and clutched a firm butt cheek in one hand as he took the drink from her hand that trembled slightly. "I doubt that they can give a guy the quality of nookey you can."

"Thanks for the dubious compliment," Mavis smiled gratefully.

"You're a good piece of ass," Phil nodded, reaching under the hem of her miniskirt and stroking her inner thighs, caressing the pulpy fruit of her woman-hood and tracing the crack of her ass with his closed fingers.

"Want a sample now?" Mavis teased, grinding her pelvis coitally against his hand.

"Let's go play a few hands of poker-and I'll fill your tight little sex maw later with lots and lots of eager cock!"

Mavis smiled good-naturedly, "You'd rather go play 'poke her' with cards than stay home and poke me with prick! I don't understand how you can prefer chips around a table with men when you have a red-hot chippie at home just dying to flop into bed naked and fuck you to sleep?"

She was surprised she didn't cringe as she labeled herself a chippie for her husband. After all, that's what she was! First with Willie, then the boxer, then with Dell Emerson!

Who would be next, she fretted as she accompanied her husband out of the house and across the back yard toward the Quentin residence.

"Do you want to swap-really-Phil? she frowned, taking his arm with both hands and crushing her right breast against his hard biceps.

"It's a thought," Phil replied, slowly, thoughtfully. "I don't know.

I've thought about it a lot since we talked on the phone. I don't think I'd have any trouble banging Connie and Miriam-mental hang-ups, that is. But I have jealous palpitations when I consider you naked in someone else's arms and him pistoning his prick into your snug pussy."

Mavis cringed. If you only knew, she wailed mentally, that in the past couple of days Willie had had me, a dog flicked me: Dell laid me. Oh, I just couldn't bear to have you find that out!

Softly she said, "If you want to shag Connie and Miriam-I won't think any the less of you, darling. I've heard that a man sometimes needs some strange poontang.

"But, if I did," Phil said thoughtfully, pausing in the Quentin backyard to light a cigarette, "Willie and Hank will want to bang your ass!"

Mavis was startled by the stern, almost vicious tone of her husband's voice. I'm glad you don't know, she thought, looking away, eyes peering at the abundance of stars in the clear sky. And you'll never arrow, no matter what I have to do! She knew this admission to herself had put her life in bondage as long as she and Phil remained in Salt Lake City where Connie and Miriam and Willie and Henry-and who knew how many others-could get to her! She was a captive just as sure as if she were locked in a jail cell!

Connie opened the door and stood peering at them, without a word, for several seconds. She had changed into a one-piece sunsuit and looked very leggy and appetizing. The tight bodice accented her full breasts.

"Come in, characters," Connie smiled slowly, and Mavis was aware that Connie's eyes were on Phil. As they passed by the den, Connie took Phil's arm, stopped them. "Phil and Mavis are here," Connie called. A table was in the center of the room. Poker chips had been cut into stacks in front of each chair.

Mavis saw Willie and Hank immediately, leaning against the fireplace.

Then she saw Ben Glover, Mickey Lewis-and Dell Emerson-lounging in easy chairs positioned about the room. "Come and join the gals, Mavis; let Phil have a drink before they start their pasteboard carnage."

Mavis nodded to others sitting at the dining room table. There was Miriam and Terry and young Becky. If it worked out that way, everyone could be mated with the exception of Ben Glover. God! she thought, he has lecherous eyes!