Rusty Beard - Married And Swinging

"You know I do, you little witch."

He ambled into the bathroom, and she brought in two mugs of steaming hot coffee just as he finished brushing his teeth and climbed into the large, sunken tub and settled back.

"You surprised the hell out of me last night," he said.

She grinned and her eyes twinkled mischievously. "I know," she said. "I surprised the hell out of myself, too. I had no idea that adorning my body with a few scraps of leather would have such an effect on me. I wonder if that's what's meant by body language. Anyway, you rose valiantly to the occasion and gave me everything I needed."

"Just don't expect me to do any rising today. Thank God it's Saturday and I can rest."

"You'll rise, darling," she said confidently. "You're going to take me out to breakfast, then I'll see that you rise again."

Heidi left her blouse open as she walked to the car, and her delectable breasts bounced and jiggled enticingly. When David helped her into the car, she lifted a tit with her left hand and pulled his head down with her right hand, and he kissed her nipple, then went around to his side of the car.

"You're something else," he chuckled.

She laughed softly and reluctantly buttoned her blouse. Previously, nudity hadn't bothered her, but she didn't make a big deal out of going around the house naked. Now, she wished she didn't have to wear clothes any time.

During breakfast, they kept their chatter innocuous by silent, mutual consent. Both were thinking of the ease with which they broached the subject of swinging the night before, both knew what the other was thinking, and neither knew why they were both hesitant to bring it up again.

When they came back home, she was down to her sexy teddy by the time she went through the front door, and David led her into the bedroom and stood her in front of the full-length mirror. She looked at him in the mirror and chuckled happily, then started breathing hard as he stood behind her and kissed the back of her neck and caressed her, his deft hands gliding over her skin raising goose bumps all over her body.

He cupped her tits and gently kneaded the resilient flesh and traced circles around her thick, hard nipples. "You're gorgeous," he whispered, "and your tits are perfect."

"They're awfully big," she whispered.

"That's why they're perfect," he replied softly.

He kissed the back of her neck as his agile fingers danced lightly down the front of her body, over her flat belly, toward her mound. She unsnapped the crotch of her teddy and moved her feet apart to give him better access to her passion pit. His finger slipped between the lips of her pussy and grazed her clit, and she moaned with pleasure as his finger slid over the threshold of her throbbing pussy and probed deep into her hot, syrupy hole.

"Pretty damned sexy, too," he whispered.

He put her on the bed and stuffed a pillow under her ass, and she spread her legs and fondled her hot snatch as he undressed. He got on his stomach between her legs and spread her lips with his fingers, and his tongue sent shivers through her as it prodded her clitoris and lapped at the hole that longed to be full of his cock,

She tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled his head tighter between her thighs as she came up fast, thrusting her hips up and moaning, then screaming with pleasure and bucking and twisting as her fun gun fired.

He washed her entire crotch with his tongue, kissed her clit, then crawled up and lay down by her with their hips touching.

"You know me too well," she said softly. "You know you'll get a better fuck if you take the edge off my hunger first."

"I have to know you," he replied. "Any man who wants to be an attentive husband had better know his wife."

She ran her fingers lightly over the naked head of his cock, then gripped it in her right hand and felt it throb to her touch. "Your cock intrigues me," she said softly. "It's so hard and powerful, and I love to feel it plunging into my mouth and pussy."

"My cock specifically, or cocks in general?"

"Well, your cock specifically, but cocks in general too, I guess. I think they're just about the greatest thing ever created."

He jerked his hips and slid his cock through her fist and teased, "Better than sliced bread?"

"Oh, a lot better," she laughed. "I can bake bread and slice it, but I can't grow a cock."

"You could strap one on."

"Yes, if I had one, I suppose I could, but who would I fuck with it?"

"Well, it would have to be another woman, wouldn't it?"

Without answering, she twisted around and rolled half on top of him. He liked to feel her fits against his thighs and her long brown hair cascading in silky folds across his belly and thighs when she blew him. Her tongue flicked out and lapped up the clear liquid oozing from the tip of his cock, she moistened the head with her tongue, then let the knob slide into her mouth.

Sucking cock enchanted her, had from the very first time she took one in her mouth. It wasn't difficult for her, not with her lush-lipped, generous mouth that opened wide to admit even the largest skin flute. She curled her lips in over her teeth so she wouldn't hurt him, and his erection slid along her guiding tongue until the head touched the back of her throat. His rigid rod filled her mouth, and she could feel every little spasm.

She sucked lovingly, expertly, until he began to moan and writhe, then took her mouth from his prick and rubbed the head over her cheek as she kissed his balls under the tent of her hair.

He touched the back of her head lightly. "Finish it," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire, "please."

She smiled up at him, knowing how much he liked to cum in her mouth. She wanted his cock in her cunt, fucking her brains out, but she could wait. He could lick her pussy while he recovered.

A man usually cums within three to eight minutes, and as usual, the vacuum pump in her mouth rapidly brought him to a thrashing climax. He clamped his hands on the back of her head as he shot his wad down her throat, and she gobbled his slick seed with loud slurping sounds and sucked with gusto until she drained him. She lifted her head and kissed the snout of his pink headed prick. She wished he could last longer when she blew him. She loved the way his cock felt in her mouth.

As she licked and kissed his shaft, she remembered an old tale about an old man sitting by a well. A young woman arrived with a big clay jar to get water, and the old man asked her for a drink. The woman cursed him and told him to get his own water, which he couldn't do without ajar. The old man, who was actually a wizard, put a spell on her, and with every word she spoke, a snake or toad slithered out of her mouth.

As her lips and tongue slid along her husband's hard shaft, it moved like a serpent. His hand tensed on her head and he moaned, and with some amazement, she realized that he was going to cum again. She took his cock back into her mouth, felt it swell, then his hips lunged and another shot of hot semen spurted into her mouth. The flow quickly became a dribble of warm fluid that oozed down her throat, then she lifted her head and watched his prong shrivel.

He grabbed her head and kissed her, full on the lips, and thrust his tongue down her throat. "Marvelous, baby," he said softly. "You must have been born with all the cocksucking skills already implanted."

"You say the nicest things," she said teasingly.

She sat up and poured a glass of water from the carafe on the bed table, and again, she thought about the tale. Another young woman came to the well and the old man asked her for a drink. She gave him water from the coolest part of the well, and the old man drank thirstily. He thanked her profusely, and with a wave of his hand, cast a spell over her. Whenever she spoke thereafter, flowers and jewels fell from her lips.