unknoun: Swap Night

Shit, she doesn't even like me to finger her let alone ever let me eat her cunt. If I could just get her sample a taste of that she'd probably go out of her mind. God, the first time I did it dog-style to her instead of missionary, I thought she was going to call the cops.

It's my own fault. All the guys said I was an asshole to marry a virgin. I should have found out how she felt about sex before we got married. Now it's too late. It's been almost three months and instead of getting better it's getting worse.

Sitting at the traffic lights, his attention was diverted momentarily; it was the body of a woman that had caught his eye and he was sure that he recognized Sally Dunn in her white tennis dress walking along the street carrying her racquet on the way to the tennis club.

That's a body! Jeeeeesus! I've always thought she must be the hottest cunt in the club and standing around in the pro shop all day she nearly drives me nuts sometimes. I wonder what it would be like inside that hot little cunt? I bet she'd be a fabulous fuck!

Eddie, old boy, you're getting a little ahead of yourself. You've gotten married and already you're thinking about other women. This is not a good sign. … Christ, though, my cock aches! Why doesn't Alyce let herself go? What makes her so uptight?

Suddenly, he found himself almost abreast of Sally Dunn. The provocative swing of her hips and the flashing smile of recognition she threw over her shoulder toward his new Porsche, combined to cause him, on impulse, to steer the car over to the curb and stop beside her. He leaned across the seat, looking up and out at her where she had stopped, waiting, hesitantly.

"Mrs. Dunn… can I give you a ride over to the courts?"

She trotted over to the low-slung automobile. "Why Mr. Frampton. Hi! You're a lifesaver. I didn't realize it was so far on foot."

The tanned tennis pro opened the car door for her and she got in, revealing her long, tapering legs to good advantage. Eddie took a good, long look, feasting his eyes on her female loveliness. She had even more beautiful legs than he had remembered from seeing her in the pro shop over at the Marina.

"Where's your car?" he asked her when she had settled herself in the low bucket seat, moving her hands to her hair to fling the long tresses over her shoulders. The movement accented her heaving breasts; the outline of her bosum prominent under the thin white material of her tennis dress.

"It stalled just around the corner and I discovered that I had left my wallet at home. I don't have a dime with me and all my credit cards are at home so I'm walking to the club to call David to have the car towed."

"I'm glad I happened along. Always glad to rescue a damsel in distress," he joked, easing the car back into the traffic.

Trying to be as unobtrusive as possible, he glanced over at her, appreciatively, noting the swell of her tanned thigh, which the white tennis skirt accentuated. Her legs were bare as far up her thigh as he could see and he wondered about her panties which were the only things keeping her decent.

Keeping her cunt away from his prying eyes.

Against his will, he felt the familiar, pleasurable throb between his legs, as his penis began to engorge with his racingly hot blood, building an erection.

His scrotum began to tighten and to pull his testicles up, the crawling sensation, again, making him acutely aware that he had been thwarted in his noon-time attempt to make love to his own beautiful wife.

The handsome husband took another sidelong look at the lovely olive- skinned beauty of Sally Dunn, her deeply wide-set dark eyes, straight brown hair and her straight attractive nose. Her trim dress fell in natural folds around her breasts, revealing the generous nature of them. The contours, softly rounding, made him wonder whether or not she was wearing a brassiere. The curve of her thigh was firm, her skirt stretching and straining to cover it but slightly. He followed the curves on down to tapering lower thighs and delicate knees, the calves swelling gently and muscularly. He could see her trim ankles peeping over the tops of her tennis half socks and saw that they were in perfect proportion to the rest of her voluptuous body.

Eddie's prick jumped in his own tennis shorts. Quickly, he glanced down at himself to ascertain whether his throbbing erection was going to be obvious to his passenger.

Sally was a well put together bundle of womanly beauty, he decided, but the fact that she was David Dunn's wife and David was another pro at the club and she worked in the pro shop made the thought of having any physical contact impossible. She was forbidden by the moral rule that the instructors didn't have anything to do with their co-workers.

Of course, he couldn't help but notice her around the club and they had exchanged a few brief words but that was it. He wasn't going to let himself be tempted and besides he didn't want to compromise his growing friendship with her husband, David.

In this moment, however, he began to see Sally in a new light in view of the events of the last hour with his own wife. She was a fully mature woman… a very desirable woman, and Eddie needed a woman and desperately. He stole another glance at her. He decided that she was, definitely a very sexy young woman.

I wonder if I should try and come on to her? I wonder if she'd be open to that?

It probably wouldn't be fair to especially thinking about David. After all, I do have to work with him.

Jesus! I've already got a hard-on. Look at those tits! I'd give my right arm just to feel them.

He smiled over at her, noting that her slim, tapering hands were in her lap, the fingers entwined, nervously.

"How's David?" he said. "Has he had a couple of days off or something? I haven't seen him around for a few days."

"Yes, he took a couple of days off to go to a tournament in Los Angeles."

"Oh, he sure works hard at it, doesn't he?"

"Yeah. I wish he'd work just as hard in other directions," she said smiling wistfully. She turned her head to look out the window. Eddie spoke to the back of her shining head, puzzled by the meaning of her words.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It just means that he keeps himself in top condition to play but when it comes to me… well…"

Her message came over strong and clear, but he was also sure that she, naively, didn't realize the signals she was giving out. She was being honest only. His eyes drifted over her, again, liking what he saw more and more, meanwhile his attentions of keeping away from one of his fellow tennis pro's wife was getting pushed farther and farther into the recesses of his mind by the persistent pulsing of his rock-hard erection between his legs. He decided to probe a little deeper.

"Do you mean he's not satisfying you in bed?" he burst out breathlessly.

The dark-haired beauty didn't answer immediately. After a moment, she said.

"Yes, that's it." She sighed and dropped her gaze, demurely to her hands, wringing them agitatedly in her lap.

Eddie knew just how she felt. There's nothing worse than frustration.

"I'm sorry I said anything," she said suddenly. "You must think I'm…"

"No, it's all right. I'm not a marriage counselor just a tennis coach."

"David doesn't even know I exist, half the time," she sighed ignoring him, turning to look out the window again.

"So that's the problem, he ignores you…" he prompted wanting to get to the bottom of the matter.

"He doesn't want to do it very often. His idea of keeping me happy is to do it a couple of times a week," she said miserably still looking out the window.

"And you want it more often," he queried.

"Well, God. It seems to me to be unnatural to have such a low sex- drive," she said matter-of-factly.

Eddie laughed out loud. A hard bitter laugh which startled and confused her.