Grant Roberts: The Reluctant Swappers

Ron felt the warm, gushing juices of her climax seethe and flow around his hot thundering cock as he battered his body brutally against hers, as she locked herself up on his virile young penis with all the power in her thighs, as her fire and honey loins spasmed convulsively against his belly. And then the great swirl of heat which was building, building in his sperm-churning testicles became unbearable, and he gasped again and again, and finally the hot sticky load began its frenzied rush from his bloated scrotum along the tube of his wildly jerking cock. He began to spew thickly heated streams of cum into her madly sucking cunt in seemingly never ending bursts, emptying his very soul deep, deep up into the warm inner depths of her insatiably lusting pussy. He moaned as the last of his sperm flung itself outward an eternity later, and then he slowly withdrew his rapidly deflating penis. It came out with a soft popping sound, trailing thin gossamer like threads of semen along her rounded little belly and matted pubic hair as he rolled over beside her, his mouth open and his breath rasping out of his lungs.

A long moment passed, and Myra said quietly, "That was lovely, Ron. It really was lovely. I don't know when I've been fucked so good."

He didn't answer. He just lay there, satiated, completely fulfilled. He knew he should feel guilty now, feel the first stirring wave of remorse, shame, and self-deprecation. But they weren't forthcoming. He felt only like a full-blooded, virile man, a man who had satisfied a true, sensual woman and in turn been satisfied himself. He felt a certain power, a certain complacency, a much needed bolstering of his masculine ego. With Sharon, he had never known that feeling, had known only a vague veiled sense of inadequacy and frustration, as if there were something the matter with his lovemaking which prevented him from really arousing her deepest, hidden emotions.

Sharon. His wife's name echoed again and again in his mind, and a small part of him tried to make the guilt, the shame, come; but the virile man that was growing inside him simply shrugged the thoughts away, and he lay there, feeling the warm heat of the stunningly voluptuous woman next to him, smelling the musk of her perfume and the permeating odor of their consumed lust.

He felt Myra stir, then, and suddenly she was on all fours beside him, hovering over his belly, staring hungrily down at his now limp cock glistening with the coagulating juices of her recent orgasm. She said,

"I'm going to teach you things you never knew existed. Would you like that?"

He ran his tongue across his lips, found them to be dry again. He felt a tremor of excitement suddenly course through his loins. Could he get another hard on so soon? Was that really possible? "Yes," he answered.

"Yes, teach me, teach me!"

Her head dropped slowly, toward his groin, and abruptly her little pink tongue flicked out, the tip boring teasingly into the glans opening, causing a thin oozing, the final stage of his cum, to flow forth and disappear into her eagerly lapping mouth. She ran her tongue along the flaccid expanse of his wetly glistening penis, down over his soft, wrinkled scrotum, wiping away her own orgasm juices before they could fully coagulate on his genitals. She smiled as she bent to her task, for Ron's still inexperienced cock was beginning to show signs of hardening again, was stirring beneath her expert oral manipulations. She drew her head back and let him see her smile, and then she said, "I'm going to kiss your lovely cock until it gets hard again, lover. Then I'll suck you for a while. Would you like that?"

"Yes… oh, yes!"

"But not here…we'll go out in the rear yard. I'll suck you under the open sky. Have you ever done that before, Ron?"

"No, God, it sounds wonderful!"

"It will be," she promised. "It will be, lover."

Dick Green rested one arm lightly across the back of the seat as he eased his car onto Oro Canyon Road. He gazed briefly across to the passenger seat, where Sharon Fleming stared out the window at the magnificence of the plush homes lining her side of the street, and smiled lewdly to himself. It had been easier than he'd expected!

He'd called up Sharon in the middle of the afternoon, as he and his wife had planned the night before, and found that she didn't know where her husband had disappeared to. Dick had told her that Ron had gone to offer Myra some critique of her paintings, and then proposed that they go to his home to join the two "artists" for some drinks. Sharon had hesitated, but then accepted gratefully, and Dick had picked her up at her house not 20 minutes later, barely able to keep his excitement in check when she greeted him at the door dressed in the shortest of mini dresses. Her smoothly creamy thighs had raised in him an almost unbearable anticipation, and it was all he could do now to keep from reaching out and caressing her as she sat so unsuspectingly beside him.

"We're almost there," he said to her, smiling warmly.

"What a beautiful neighborhood," Sharon returned, without turning her head from the window. She hadn't imagined that the Green's were so well off But then again, he was the vice-president of a bank…

She'd been hesitant at first about accepting his invitation for drinks, partly at any rate because of the strained atmosphere between Ron and herself that morning. Although she hadn't wanted to admit it to her husband, Sharon had been deeply hurt by his almost animalistic behavior the night before. But then she'd decided that perhaps a few drinks with a gregarious couple like the Greens were perhaps just what the doctor ordered, that this was the perfect chance to ease the tension between them. She was in good spirits now, as the car made its way up the broad avenue of Oro Canyon Road, and she turned to her host gaily.

"Are Ron and Myra expecting us?" she asked him.

"No, we're going to surprise them," Dick whispered back conspiratorially.

"I hope Ron is still there. He might have left by now."

"I somehow doubt that," Dick chuckled. He turned the car into his driveway, and pulled quietly up in front of their rambling home. He got out and shut his door as noiselessly as he could, and then watched Sharon close her door almost soundlessly with feminine grace. Perfect!

Now if everything was as planned…

"Well, Ron is still here anyway." Sharon said to him. "At least his car is." Sharon impulsively linked her arm in Dick Green's as they made their way around the Fleming's car and up into the house Dick opened the door without a sound, and ushered Sharon inside. The living room was empty.

"Now, where could they be?" Dick asked himself aloud, barely able to keep a smile from his lips. "Maybe they're back in Myra's studio."

Suddenly, the sounds of giggling and girlish twittering reached Dick and Sharon's ears. It seemed to be coming from the opened sliding doom that apparently led into the backyard.

"Oh God, Myra, that's it! Suck me! Suck my cock, you beautiful, loveable whore!"

Sharon froze, her mind joggled by the crude, lascivious sentence she had heard. Her face contorted with confused horror, and she turned to Dick.

Her breath seemed choked in her throat like a lump of molten steel.

"What, what was that?" she managed.

"I don't know. It sounded like a man. Like… Ron!" he whispered. The picture of indignation and anger, he grabbed Sharon's tender hand.

"C'mon, let's see what the hell is going on!"

"But, I…"

Sharon was almost pulled off her feet by the prodding Dick Green. She wanted to run, to flee from what her brain told her was an impossibility, but yet an all too real reality. But the banker's strength was too much. Still confused, still unready to accept the fact of her husband's infidelity so callously at hand, Sharon let him take her to the sliding doors, and there, hidden by some hanging drapes, she peered onto the grassy stretch of back yard. She took one quick glance and her whole, wonderful world shattered like crystal glass. She tried to scream, to die, to blot out the scene she was witnessing, but the horror, the outrageous defilement of her soul, was too great! Abjectly, she turned and buried her now tear-streamed face into the comforting broadness of Dick's chest.