unknoun - Swap Night

"Would it be easier for you to cum if you do what we did the other night?" she asked.

"Christ, yes!" he gasped under his mighty laboring.

Reaching back and under, Nina guided his giant phallus, alternating between her softly pliant cunt and the resilient sponginess of her voraciously sucking asshole. In a few strokes… asshole… cunt… asshole… cunt… his sperm shot into her vaginal vault, hosing through him, pumping with unrelenting force, the viscous semen spewing in an almost endless stream.

Now, Eddie collapsed on top of Nina, and the mass of tangled bodies was quiet, sexually satiated for the time being. The only sound was the sound of labored breathing.

Later in the early hours of the morning back in the comfort of the Marsdale's bedroom there was a more leisurely sex-game and a straight- forward explanation and detailed discussion of the Marsdale's swapping parties.

Eddie listened to the explanation of Clay's videotaping and about how that was his usual modus operandi. The young husband couldn't be too angry. He had brought his wife to new heights of sexual abandon that may never have occurred otherwise.

Alyce too was happy that it had happened. She couldn't wait to try other members in the club. There was that huge black man she had seen downstairs with that giant black cock… Two more happy converts to swapping lay in the big bed with the Marsdale's eager to try out still more innovations.