Richard Long - Along came a swapper

When Max returned from the plant, Jackie met him at the door with the magazine in hand, open to the photo that had stirred her so deeply. When he suggested that they try the pose, she headed straight for the bedroom, unfastening her dress as she moved. In less than two minutes Max was spread out on the bed, his prick every bit as hard as a table leg. Jackie got over him, uncertain how to proceed but determined to find out.

"It would be terrible to slip in this position," she murmured with a low laugh as she poised her loins above the great spike which Max held up for her. "A girl could rupture herself this way!"

She quickly brought her throbbing, love-slick sex into contact with his mighty staff, utilizing the room's cunningly placed mirrors to guide her loins downward. When she looked up, she had a clear view of his flaring prickhead pressed tightly against the swollen, darkened lips of her pussy. Acting on a sudden whim, she reached down and spread them wide so that they folded neatly around the broad head of the tool.

"That's real cute," she whispered, admiring the view, but even more conscious of the powerful warmth of his prick. "Gee, this is great for watching it go in!"

"You know something?" Max grunted, lying very still and leaving all the movement to his enraptured wife. "I was thinking today that I'd like to see that myself, a prick going into you."

"But darling, we just aren't built so that's possible," Jackie reminded him. "Heavens knows we've tried often enough, and you always tell me you just don't get a very good view of it."

"I know. But there's another way," he said. He waited a moment, then proceeded. "I was thinking how it would be if I could see Hal's dick splitting your pussy."

Jackie stiffened, pausing in her downward plunge on the stiff, meaty shaft that was boring into her loins with such delicious effect. The thought of doing this with Hal, of being speared by his immensely thick weapon of lust, naturally had a certain appeal, but now she realized something further: she would enjoy that splitting, filling, boring sensation far more if Max was close at hand, watching, and approving as the terrible tool split her sex flesh.

"Do you want to?" she asked, her voice strained and hoarse with sudden passion. "I think that might be interesting myself. And you remember what Pris said, of course. I imagine she'd be quite willing to try out something like that."

For the moment, however, all thought of such bizarre, shocking activities fled from their minds. Max groaned with sensual joy, loving the way Jackie's slick, hot tunnel swallowed his rock-hard prick. Jackie's fingers wandered down to the sensual connection, found the tender lips of her pussy, strained and bulged out by the heavy pressure of Max's driving prick, and began rubbing them gently against the hard shaft they enclosed. She quickly discovered that she could give herself even more delightful sensations by using her middle fingers for that operation and utilizing the index fingers to stroke her swollen, lust-hardened clitoris.

Her breath came quick and hard now, as her lust mounted to tornado strength pent up in her loins but aching to be let free in a gusting burst of climactic feeling. Max triggered the explosion by loosing his own masculine geyser; the spurting sensations in her body and the savage beat of his steaming spunk against her tenderest flesh set her off like a skyrocket.

"God! It's here!" she gasped. "It's… all over me! Mmmm! Ooohh! Agghh! Shoot that hot come into me! I can't stand it! It's killing me with love!"

Jackie's hips writhed and ground about the gushing staff that seemed to be prodding the very core of her being. Her fingers strummed her clit, adding to her pleasure and pressing her aching, throbbing sex flesh ever more firmly about Max's pulsing prick. At last she bent forward, trembling and panting with spent emotion, and knelt over his feet.

"Hey, that's a tremendous view!" Max whispered after a moment. "You're bent over and I can get a really great look at your asshole, and the way your pussy's wrapped around me. I like this! I'm just mad about it!"

Jackie realized that her position would indeed give him a fine view of their coupled organs, though she also knew she could never fully enjoy his mighty prick while in this position. Even so, she gave a few suggestive wiggles of her rump, allowing him to see what the action of their bodies at the moment of greatest pleasure would be like.

"Like that view too?" she asked. "That's about what I was doing when you let go that time. Mmmm, was that ever a strong one, too! Darling, I thought sure you were going to blast a hole in my womb, it was shooting out so heavy!"

They spent an hour lying together before dinner. Jackie brought out the other magazine Pris had given them, and they leafed through it slowly, examining every position used by the models – and some were extremely complex – while speculating on the various pleasures that might be derived from each. After dinner, they went back to bed and investigated some of the easier methods shown in the magazines, though they finally decided that their accustomed methods were best.

"Tried and true, that's the way for me," Jackie said, turning to her husband with lust gleaming in her eyes.

"Right! But you'll have to admit that trying the exotic ways certainly has an effect on one," Max said, sliding onto her naked body and positioning himself for a deep thrust.

When their lust had been temporarily exhausted, Jackie again asked if he'd like to watch Hal's prick enter her. She told him that she'd spent a lot of the day thinking about that, and that if he were eager for it, she'd like to give it a try. Max hesitated only a moment then the appeal of being able to see his wife's sex being opened and plumbed by a hard, swollen prick overcame him. He urged her to go ahead and see if Pris and Hal would agree to the deed, vowing that he'd enjoy every minute of it.

She promised to give careful thought to his wishes, though she asked him again if he was sure he really wanted to see her making love with another man. Max vowed that it wouldn't be making love, only a joining of two bodies in lustful heat and that the sight would be purely pleasing to him.

"All right, if you say so," she agreed, still a trifle uncertain about such a step into the unknown.

And Jackie still hesitated to call Pris and try to arrange another evening. She couldn't really believe that Max was entirely serious in his protestations. For another two days they talked it over, with him consistently urging her to get on with it; finally she promised to call Pris the next day, a Thursday.

Meanwhile, Max received a jolt at his job. Dr. Hensley, the engineering supervisor in charge of his branch, and thus the development of the new electronic surveillance system, came into the lab and reported a disturbing rumor that he'd picked up from some friends.

"The word's gotten out," he told his researchers, that we're developing a new system. I don't know if anyone's really onto our gambit or not, but you'd all better pay special attention to security regulations.

Max and his fellow workers discounted the news somewhat; they knew that rival companies sometimes put out such rumors, wholly fabricated, simply to see if anyone reacted in a way that might tell something. These "trial balloons" sometimes got close to the mark, but were usually so patently obvious that no one paid much attention. In this case, when the rumor was dead accurate, there was a possibility that a competing firm had tipped its hand, but also a possibility that their trial balloon had been merely a lucky shot. It wasn't until he was driving home that evening that Max remembered admitting to Hal that he was working on just such a device. He considered whether they should sever their social connection with the Hudginses, but then discarded the thought, promising himself to he especially careful about what he said.