Joseph Cirelli - Attack from behind

Diane was beginning to get the message. "Just what kind of party is it, Jerry?"

"A swap-party, honey… an honest-to-God swappers party. And Irene's in there right now with the hots for some kid from the school who looks like he might have modeled for Michelangelo."

Diane took a second to get her breath. She swallowed hard and managed a thin wavering smile. "Okay… it's all right with me. It might be fun."

Now it was Don's turn for the double-take. "Diane! Are you sure? I mean, don't feel like you have to go along with this. I was planning to tell you so you could think about it, but…"

"But you didn't," she smiled sarcastically.

"Well what're we waiting for… let's go join the party!" Jerry exclaimed anxiously, his eyes already coursing hotly over the tempting curves of the young blonde.

Diane bravely held her chin up and followed Jerry through the door into the dimly lit living room. It was nicely furnished in Scandinavian decor and there were candles burning in metal holders over the fireplace; stirring rock music pulsed from four quadraphonic speakers and the room seemed to throb with the deep bass rhythm. But nothing could have adequately prepared Diane Willard for the first glimpse of the lovemaking that was already underway there were five naked people in the room and they seemed to be randomly caressing and groping each other as they all sat cramped on the huge Chesterfied-style sofa.

"Hi, Diane… welcome to sin-city!" Irene giggled, holding a smoldering hand-rolled cigarette in her fingers. It didn't take much guessing to know what she was smoking.

Diane gulped and nodded hello as Irene ran through the introductions as casually as if they were all fully clothed and watching television instead of feeling each other in naked arousal!

There was Neal, a college instructor, and his busty, slightly chubby blonde wife, Marsha. Jerry and Irene, of course, she already knew, though she had never seen quite this much of them… even Jerry was starting to take his clothes off as Diane gaped incredulously. But the one who caught her eyes was Doug… he was built like an Adonis and his slim muscled body seemed to ripple sensuously even when he was standing still. He made his acquaintances and she was certain that he looked at her an awfully long time, then retired to the far corner of the huge living room with Neal's wife Marsha!

Diane watched in bug-eyed amazement. It was all so casual, so matter-of-fact! He just walked over to her and she got up and walked away with him, her arm already around his trim athletic hips.

"Never seen anything quite like it, huh, Diane?" Jerry whispered in her ear. "Well, we all had to start somewhere. This is only Marsha's second time… she's a newcomer like you and Don."

Diane was strangely indignant, for some reason she couldn't quite put her finger on. "And what makes you think we're new at this? Just because we come from a small town doesn't mean we're a couple of rednecks, Jerry."

Jerry smiled indulgently. "Then you do swing?"

"Swing? Oh… yes, sure. Life's not that dull in Evansboro," she replied defensively. Don was across the room already, talking to a very naked – and very obvious – Irene. She looked up at him with bedroom eyes as they talked and made no effort to hide her sensuous nakedness. And Diane quickly noted that Don seemed to be enjoying it as well… while she watched, she saw him touch her, just a light brushing caress, on her bare hip and Irene looked down at his hand and said something that made them both laugh. Wow, he's not wasting any time! Diane thought. Well, he's not the only one who knows how to play this game!

"There… that's what it's all about," Jerry whispered close to her ear, his chest brushing her shoulders. He was still wearing his pants but they were unzipped and Diane suspected that he would be as naked as the rest of them in a few seconds. She followed his line of vision… and gasped in spite of herself!

"What's wrong? Don't you swingers down in Evansboro go in for the more exotic stuff?" he teased.

Diane couldn't take her eyes away from the naked couple on the thick carpet against the far wall. The light was dim from the flickering candles, but their images were clear enough… he was on his back on the floor and she was lying over him. And they were eating each other in an open, unashamed act of sensuous "69"!

"How about it… are you going to join in or just be a spectator?" Jerry asked hopefully, his eyes on the ripe full bulge of her breasts under her pullover blouse.

Diane looked over to her husband for some unspoken encouragement or a disproving nod, but she was in for still another surprise.

Irene had his shirt off already and was running her fingers hotly over his muscled chest. Diane watched as her husband laughed at some shared secret joke and then, though she wouldn't have believed it if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, he started to caress the redhead's bare breasts!

So that's the way it is, huh? Well, two can play at this!

"Sure, Jerry… I'm ready," she said bravely, though her chin was trembling.

"Great… let me help you," Jerry offered anxiously, already lifting the hem of her pullover blouse. He pulled it up and off, along her arms, leaving just her brassiere before her beautiful firm breasts would be naked and ready for his touch. In a flash, that was gone as well, unhooked and dropped to the floor.

Diane shuddered from the chill, but not from the surge of shame that she had expected. It was true, all she had thought of and dreamed of these last troubled days… she was a changed woman, a real swinger now! She wasn't ashamed or embarrassed… why should she be? She had the best body in the room… it wasn't something to hide, it was something to show off!

"Hey, honey… you're all right! You're even better than I'd hoped!" Jerry sighed disbelievingly. His hands cupped her breasts and fondled the crinkly hardening flesh of her nipples with his fingertips. Diane saw Marsha's husband, Neal, move toward his wife and Doug and she watched, expectantly, wondering what was happening. But to her ever-lasting amazement, he merely kneeled beside the lovemakers and began to kiss his wife along her bare back as she sucked the other man's cock!

She saw Irene finish undressing Don, and she looked on in mesmerized arousal as the naked redhead dropped to her knees and began to suck him… her cheeks hollowing and her throat gurgling with her feverish passion!

Diane felt the glowing warmth of her sexuality between her legs and the spreading wetness of her own crotch as Jerry fondled her naked breasts. Suddenly… like something had triggered spontaneously in her unconscious, she began to squirm and groan with anxious desire… she knew what would happen next, and she wanted it. She wanted it badly!

It seemed like another woman who was wriggling out of her skirt and pulling down her pantyhose. Could it be her… was she really stripping down to nothing with this man?

But she knew all the answers now… there could be no deception, no excuses, for what was going to happen. Her husband's job wasn't at stake, she wasn't being forced into it this time… she wanted to do it! She wanted her husband's old friend to kiss her and fuck her while his wife sucked Don's cock! God help her, she wanted it this way!

"Get down on the floor there!" Jerry breathed anxiously as he pulled off his pants. "Get on your knees and you can watch Irene and Don!" Diane's eyebrows rose with wonder as he seemed to read her mind and she did as she was told, kneeling on the thick shag pile that reminded her of Red's house.

Jerry moved up between her bare slender legs and spread her warm clenched buttocks cheeks with his fingers. Diane moaned a throaty surrender to her naked passion as his fingers moved searchingly over the sensitive, pouting lips of her pussy… they already pulsed and quivered with ravenous desire and, at his touch she nearly wet herself!