unknoun: Swap Night

Beginning to get more desperate now, he began to move more rapidly, jerking his hips up into her face, ramming his member without mercy into her mouth, as he felt the surge within him and his cock seemed to grow even larger in her mouth.

She kept pace with him, never missing a beat.

The tennis pro knew he was near the zenith now. He could feel the dammed up pressure of it beginning to reach the point of no return and suddenly the walls of the dam were down!

Breathlessly, he gasped, "Sally… sweet Jesus, baby… I'm nearly there…"

The spewing semen came in a rush, jetting into her mouth in great spurts of viscuous, white jets of thickly hot fluid. She swallowed and kept swallowing, as wave after wave of it was sucked from him.

"Shit! Oh Jesus! I'm summing! Don't stop… don't stop sucking my cock!" he gasped out at her, ramming her head down farther onto his jerking prick, his hips bucking up at her wildly.

Happily she went on sucking, her lips hollowing in and out, as he continued spewing his load into her mouth, his rod plunging up at her, mercilessly, its entire length buried in her throat. He felt as though he had been turned inside out, the drawing sensations seeming to start in his bowels.

Then, as his prick continued with smaller and smaller pumping spasms, she went on, gently, nibbling and licking the last drops of the white liquid sperm from his moisture glistening maleness.

The handsome tennis pro groaned out his satisfaction leaning back into the car seat, his eyes closed, as he savored the effects of his orgasm.

Gradually, his member began to deflate in her mouth, its tumescence beginning to make it flaccid and limber, again.

So rapt in their lewd activities were the two adulterous companions that they did not notice the hasty retreat of a man in tennis whites.

The man had been taking the video tape equipment back to the court where he taped the progress of the players and then played it back for them so that they could instantly review their errors. He hadn't expected this unexpected bonus.

His video camcorder had been able to zero in on the erotic scene.

Sally Dunn released his slowly deflating prick, allowing it to pull from her mouth, as she rolled her head to one side of his knees. She continued to look at it in fascination, almost hypnotized by the deflating action. Finally, she looked up at Eddie, emitting a sigh and raising her lips to him for a kiss.

Eddie took her in his arms and kissed her full on the mouth, inserting his tongue to taste the essence of his own cum still remaining somewhat pungent in her mouth.

It was she that broke the kiss. "Did you like me sucking your cock?"

"Ohhhhhhh, baby… super… out of this world!"

"Just wait until later," she promised.

"Wait… my balls will be in a knot all day, Mrs. Sally Dunn!"

Alyce's smooth, long-legged tanned beauty topped by her upswept golden sun-streaked hair was reflected back to her in the bathroom mirror as she stepped gingerly from the tiled shower on to the fluffy bath mat.

Vigorously, she toweled herself dry, being especially careful of the upthrusting mounds of her breasts; they were rather tender to the touch and in particular the darker pink of the nipples, standing erect now from the stimulation of the terry toweling. She looked into the mirror with intense inspection.

The young blonde wife surveyed her body minutely as she catalogued the areas where she could still feel the imprint of Eddie's strong hands.

She examined the creamy, lustrous skin of the generous hemispheres of both breasts. She felt almost disappointed that there were no marks because they would have been proof to her what an absolute sexual beast her husband was.

Running her hands over her body, she winced with disgust as she became aware of tender places on her curving thighs and rounded buttocks.

Then, her hands found the silky triangle of her womanhood, moving, gently, over the private parts of her, there exploring any damage he might have done. With both hands now, she spread the lips to determine the extent of the havoc her lust-maddened husband had played upon her genitals during his desperate attempt at a "nooner." She ran a finger, cautiously, into the slit and around the vaginal opening; the raw, exposed nerve endings signaled, their tender state.

She moved onward, upward to the clitoral bud, instantly feeling the electric tingle of sensual pleasure as she touched it. She did not dwell there. The thought the very idea that she might generate in herself a towering, sexual climax ran counter to every fiber of her conscious being.

Every time I've felt like doing it to myself, there it is. It's in my brain yelling loudly. It's a sin an the eyes of God. Don't do it. Maybe that's the reason I can't be the kind of woman Eddie wants me to be. I even try to stop him from touching me there. But, Lord, how I've desired him to do it anyway.

Even in the privacy of her own bathroom, she felt the flush spreading in her cheeks as the thought of the pleasure she had received, on those few times, when Eddie had stroked her clitoris to hard erectness, bringing her a feeling of indecent shame.

Alyce was trying desperately to rationalize her conditioning. Life in Salt Lake City with her strict Mormon upbringing gave the young woman little chance to think for herself. The strict religious community of which her family played a leading role gave her little chance to do anything without the watchdog eyes of everyone upon her. Always present and in the forefront was the consideration of what other people thought… about what you did, or didn't do. Her church life had been her entire life and even though she did not have a religious nature her conditioning had imposed one on her. And now even though she was almost two thousand miles away from Salt Lake she still felt like the eyes of the Elders of the church were on her. Judging. Judging. Her body had escaped the physical restraints of the place, but her mind was still bound, an unwilling prisoner of her past.

She dressed quickly, covering her body, blotting out its demanding sensuality from herself. In the face of the growing awareness of her need… a desire for sexual fulfillment, she could not trust herself; her beautiful young body reflected in the mirror screamed for it, and she was frightened. The naughty part of her mind knew that she only had to reach her hand out to herself to gain a pleasurable release but her reasoning conditioned mind rejected it, completely.

The young wife glanced at the clock as she finished dressing. She noticed that it was almost three o'clock. Three. Already. Oh God, she thought. I was supposed to go over to Nina Marsdale's for drinks this afternoon. This was the day she'd been invited by Mrs. Marsdale, wife of the director of the Marina Tennis Clinic to socialize with some of the other women associated with the club and she was rather pleased about it.

Quickly, she dabbed some perfume behind her ears and frantically raced around looking for her car keys. At last she found them and was on her way. She arrived a little late but hoped that Mrs. Marsdale was sufficiently flexible to tolerate tardiness.

Nina Marsdale stood framed in the doorway in answer to the doorbell, a radiant smile on her lips, her beautiful, oriental eyes accented, tastefully, dominated a doll-like face. The Chinese woman was much shorter than Alyce, perfectly proportioned and she stood with the animal grace of the exotic dancer she was before marrying Clay Marsdale. She moved toward Alyce to an inner rhythm of her own, her body under complete control, projecting an image of the completely realized woman, fulfilled, self-confident and madly in love with life.

She spoke with a warm, throaty, softly modulated voice, her slight Oriental accent charming but her English was cultured and correct.