Richard Long - Along came a swapper

"Hey!" she cried out, suddenly realizing where she was and – more importantly – where Max was, "Hey, that's no fair, you peeking on us!"

"Not fair?" Pris asked, arching her eyebrows in surprise. "Why, you stood in there and watched us bang away!"

"Yes, but that's not the same," Max threw in as he tried to rise from under Jackie's wet body, realizing as he did so that there was no graceful way to disengage oneself from one's lover.

"That's right," Jackie added. "You asked us to watch you! Oops! I'm dripping!" She clasped a hand over her juicy sex, feeling the great, thick stream of semen begin to run out.

She rose and started to waddle off to the bathroom, still clutching herself, but then recognized how ridiculous it was and began laughing wildly. Max and Pris, as well as Hal, who had joined them quietly, joined in the laughter, and Jackie threw her head back, letting the sticky cream course down her thighs unobstructed.

Max noticed that Pris' thighs were similarly moistened with the liquid evidence of Hal's great passion; the vulgarity bothered him a trifle, since Jackie had always been careful to stuff a tissue or a handkerchief into place once he withdrew his sensual syringe.

"What the hell!" Jackie giggled. "There's no use pretending it didn't happen! I guess we were caught red-handed, Max." The atmosphere relaxed immediately, and Jackie suggested a round of drinks for everybody.

No one else made any gesture toward clothing themselves so Max sat back, resolved to be a good egg and not make an issue of the fact. Besides he consoled himself, Pris was an amazingly delectable sight to behold. Though her thighs were gamey and rank with spunk, they were still long and slender, tapering down to as graceful a pair of knees as he'd ever beheld. And too, he found the slight fuzz covering her slit intriguing, a remarkable contrast to the thick growth of curly black fur decorating Jackie's sex.

"Here we are," Jackie said, passing them each a gin and tonic. "This will put a new light on the whole affair, I imagine."

Pris again defended herself for bursting in on their love game, insisting that it had been entirely accidental.

"When Hal got off me," she explained, "I looked around and you weren't there. I came out to see if anything was wrong, and… well, there you were! Darlings, I just couldn't leave! It was one of the most sensual, exciting displays I've ever seen. Really, Jackie, from where I was standing could see just everything, and believe me, there was a lot to see! I've never been able to resist the love sight of a fat, hard prick going into a nice, tight juicy cunt!"

"I imagine you got to see plenty of that," Jackie said with a slight blush. "Max here has a wonderful one, and when I'm on top of him like that, I couldn't keep my hips still if I was paralyzed!"

"I know just how you feel, darling," Pris agreed, "And you'll have to admit that that is a monumentally stirring sight."

"Actually, I've never seen it in the flesh," Jackie confessed. "Although we do have a nice arrangement with some mirrors in our bedroom that's pretty good. I'll agree, though, that it should be even better to see the real thing."

Pris and Hal looked sharply at each other on hearing that. Their eyes exchanged a question and answer, and then Pris turned back to Jackie.

"If that's the way you really feel," she began, leaning forward and speaking softly, "why don't you two come over to our place Saturday night? We've got some fantastic blue movies, and some other goodies too. So if that's your game, come over! We'll have ourselves an evening of sensuality, no less!"

Jackie looked over at Max, pleading with him to consent to the lascivious proposal. He hesitated a moment, though he couldn't have explained why the idea seemed decked with danger signals; but Jackie's imploring look would have melted a heart of spring steel. He shrugged nonchalantly and nodded his assent to the proposition, eliciting a cry of exultant glee from Jackie, as well as a great, wet kiss which immediately reconciled him to the party. A part of him still rebelled at the prospect of the licentious orgy Pris seemed to be contemplating.

The Hudginses left shortly after extracting that promise from Max. Neither he nor Jackie dressed to see them out; there seemed no need to do so, and indeed already had plans for transferring their sphere of operation from the sofa to the bed.

After locking the front door behind the departing guests, Max turned to speak to Jackie, only to catch a glimpse of her naked buttocks disappearing into the guest bedroom.

"I just wanted to see if they made a mess on the bed," she said when he looked in on her. "And they sure did! That Hal must have shot a quart of come into her! Just look at that puddle of spunk on the bedspread!"

Jackie shook her head reprovingly, but would not be dissuaded from going immediately to the bigger bedroom. Clearly, her appetite had only been whetted by the evening's play. And Max, wasn't one to deny her the pleasure she sought, though he grimaced slightly at the way her thighs – still wet from the love-dew dripping from her sex – caught on his skin as she lifted her legs around his lank body.

The exciting, tight wetness of her loving grasp soon chased all extraneous thoughts from his mind, however, and he quickly lost himself in the sweltering heat of her passionate, hungry embrace.

Neither Jackie nor Max made much mention of the coming party at the Hudginses, though the subject was never far from their minds during the three intervening days. When Jackie casually mentioned on Friday evening that Pris had called and asked them to come at about six, Max merely grunted and went on with his dinner. She could tell that he was troubled and didn't want to talk about the coming party, and she discovered in herself a curious inability to talk freely about it to him.

They spent Saturday morning washing their car, and did their shopping that afternoon, still avoiding the subject. Then Max himself brought it up, suggesting at about five that they should shower and change for the occasion. Jackie complied, and they were quickly on their way. She found herself nervous and excited about the event, hardly knowing what to expect, but strongly suspecting that it was going to be an evening she would long remember.

Pris and Hal deftly put them at ease, providing drinks with a lavish hand, never even mentioning the events of their previous evening together, or the agenda for the present evening. Jackie herself was the first to mention the blue movies that had been promised.

"What are they like?" she asked, explaining that she'd never seen an example of that kind of the cinematic art. "Do they have real stars? Where do you get them?"

"No, they don't have real stars," Hal told her. "Mostly the guys who make them use prostitutes, I believe. But you'll be able to tell that quick enough, I guess. As for where you get them… Just about any place. I have a couple I picked up in Denmark when I was over there for a salesman's convention. Wasn't too much risk in smuggling them back under my shirt. And, I've bought a couple from a fellow in Chicago who uses his wife and daughter as models… He's a weird one, Chuck is! The wife's thirty-two and the daughter is, oh, about fifteen, I guess, but talk about a wild, horny pair! You just won't believe what all they do!"

"I can hardly wait," Max threw in, surprising Jackie with his tone of sincere anticipation. "Sounds like great fun!"

"I suggest we have dinner first," Pris remarked. "Things like that go better on a full stomach."

They sat down to an elegant meal, rising an hour later with a comfortably full feeling. Jackie helped Pris clear away the dishes while Hal and Max enjoyed a snifter of ripe old brandy, and cigars. When the women joined them, Hal leaned forward, carefully putting his brandy glass on the floor beside him.