Rusty Beard - Married And Swinging

He turned around and gave her a puzzled look. "Oh, what's up?"

"Your cock, in a couple of minutes." She cocked her head slightly and grinned." I'm going to suck you off, sort of an inducement to be on your best behavior tonight."

He stood in front of her and said, "It's just a cocktail party, honey. I'll probably be bored out of my skull."

She lifted his cock and caressed it lovingly. "Your cock is so lovely, darling, just gorgeous, and I enjoy sucking it more each time I do it. The rich flavor fills my mouth and gives me goose bumps." She kissed the shiny purple knob, then licked it until it was sleek and wet.

His amazing wife's tongue jangled his nerves, and he took her head in his hands and held it tenderly. "You're the greatest, baby, the absolute greatest."

Stroking his shaft, she slowly engulfed the head and sucked it tenderly, and the tremendous pleasure she felt made her shiver. She tilted her head back and smiled. "I am a pretty good cocksucker, aren't I?"

"You sure are, baby! You're a great piece of ass, too."

"You're just saying that because it's true," she said with a big grin.

Her purpose wasn't to make love to his dick. She simply wanted to drain it, so she went to work, gripping his shaft tightly and stroking as she bobbed her head back and forth.

He encouraged her with his hands on her head and his murmuring little whimpers of pleasure. "God, baby, you're a great cocksucker!"

Sensing that he was close to cumming, she tightened her grip on the shaft and bobbed her head faster. He stiffened and lurched, causing her to swallow more of his prick, and fired a large shot of cum that filled her mouth with hot, briny fluid. She swallowed rapidly and took the thick mass of his jizz down her throat, sucking hard, drawing out all of his seed. He stood patiently, trembling all over, and let her nurse on his prick until it was completely empty and limp.

"There," she said brightly, "now if you get bored, you can think about how I blow you."

Heidi put on a white silk blouse and a short black leather skirt, without a bra. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She liked the way her bare tits felt under the soft material and the way her fleshy nipples showed through clearly. She opened the blouse nearly to her bellybutton and looked at herself again, decided that was going a little too far, buttoned it to the top, thought about it for a moment, then opened three buttons. She shook her shoulders, watched her tits jiggle, and decided that was just right.

David settled for casual cotton slacks, a sport shirt and loafers.

"You look fine," Heidi said.

"You look sexy," he replied.

"Hold that thought, and we'll do something about it when we get home. How's your cock?"

"Hanging," he laughed. "What else could it do after the way you sucked it?"

"Just being a good wife," she quipped.

A few minutes after they pulled out of the driveway, she spread her legs, pulled her panties aside and put her fuck finger in her pussy and looked at him as she wiggled the tip of her finger around in her hole and whispered, "Kinky, huh?"

"I like it," he replied. "If I'd known a kinky leather outfit was going to make such a difference, I'd have bought you a dozen of them a long time ago."

"Damn, my pussy is flowing like a river! I must have the most active glands in creation."

She withdrew her finger and licked it, put it back in her pussy, then offered it to him. "A little reminder of what you're going to get when we come back home," she said softly.

"You're really hot tonight, aren't you?" He sucked her finger clean.

She put her finger back in her pussy. "Hot as fire," she replied. "I wish we were going to get really intimate with Traci and Gordy tonight, instead of going to a dull cocktail party."

Traci was wearing a gold lame hostess gown that fit her like a second skin, and Heidi knew she was naked under it. She punched David lightly in the ribs and grinned.

"You can entertain yourself watching how her body moves under that dress," she snickered. "She isn't wearing any underwear."

"I can see how you know she isn't wearing a bra, but how can you tell she isn't wearing panties?"

"Her dress is real tight across her hips and ass, and there's no panty line," Heidi replied, "You don't mind if I look?"

"I want you to look, darling, and think about what you're going to do to her when we get together for our intimate little foursome."

Heidi and David circulated a while, and ended up standing with Traci and Gordy.

"Well," Gordy said, "how are you guys tonight?"

"Doing just fine," Heidi said.

"So, David," Traci said, "did you do anything exciting lately?" She smiled slyly, giving the question a sexual twist, clearly indicating that she was referring to her phone call that morning.

"You ought to know," Heidi said drolly.

"He's been installing things all over the house."

Traci raised one eyebrow and grinned lewdly and said, "Like what?"

"Oh, he's an electronics nut," Heidi said. "He's got intercoms and speaker phones all over the house, even in the bathroom, and a TV and VCR in nearly every room."

"Sounds about right to me," Gordy said. "The phone never rings unless you're in the shower or sitting on the pot."

"Gordy is never home long enough to do any handiwork," Traci said.

"That isn't true," Gordy objected. "I do a lot of handiwork when I'm home."

"I'm not talking about sex, darling," Traci laughed. "Since he got promoted to regional sales manager, he's on the road three weeks out of each month."

"Somebody's got to keep you in the style to which you've become accustomed," Gordy said, "and I haven't heard anybody else volunteering."

"Excuse me," Traci said. "I have to go over and greet the new arrivals. We'll get together after while."

David and Heidi chatted with Gordy a few minutes, then wandered off in different directions. Heidi went to the bar, got a very dry martini, and Traci caught up with her again.

"There's somebody I want you to meet," Traci said. "See that woman on the sofa across the room, the older one? That's Frances Fletcher, Frankie the Queen Bee, we call her. Go over and introduce yourself and chat with her."

"Why do you want me to meet her?"

"I'll tell you later," Traci replied, then left before Heidi could question her further.

Heidi made her way slowly across the room to where Frankie was sitting, stopping along the way to chat to give her time to look the woman over. She had long black hair, a reasonably pretty face, and Heidi guessed she was probably in her mid-forties. The most obvious thing about her was the size of her bosom. Anybody who wanted to sit on her lap would have to find a way to wedge between the huge mounds.

"Hi," Heidi said, "I'm Heidi Martin. Traci told me to come over and introduce myself, but she didn't tell me why."

"Because I wanted to meet you," Frankie replied, giving Heidi a big bright smile. "She talks about you all the time and I wanted to see what you look like. Please, sit down."

Frankie was sitting in the middle of the sofa, and Heidi sat on her right. "You make it sound like I'm an oddity of some sort," she said, laughing softly.

"Au contraire, dear, she thinks you're beautiful and very sexy, and I agree."

"I know it's cheeky, but I've just got to ask you," Heidi said. "Why are you called the Queen Bee?"

Frankie chuckled sexily. "Because I buzz around every garden I come to, sampling the nectar from all the pretty flowers," she said. "May I put you and your husband on the list for my next party?"

David wasn't too keen on cocktail parties, but the woman intrigued Heidi, and she wanted to know her better. "Sure," she said, "it sounds interesting."

"Yes, it is," Frankie said.

A young man sat down on Frankie's left and said, "Hello, Frankie. I hoped you'd be here."