Grant Roberts - The Reluctant Swappers

Ron pulled into the driveway and noticed a vaguely familiar car in the driveway. But he couldn't place it, and he made his way around it to the back door. He had barely opened the door and stepped inside the kitchen when he was stopped dead in his tracks by his wife's voice.

"OH GOD, DICK… KEEP SUCKING… KEEP SUCKING ME LIKE THAT!"

Ron's blood ran cold and all color drained from his face. He stood staring at the closed living room door, his mouth working grotesquely, his eyes bulging with shock. For what seemed an eternity, he stood there, and then, and then, as if automated, his legs began to take him over to the door. His hands, of their own volition, turned the handle, like a man sleepwalking he stealthily opened the door and stepped into the living room. His state of semi paralysis and complete numbness prevented him from shrieking out at the unbelievable sight that confronted his eyes.

Dick Green was nakedly kneeling on the rug, his head buried between the lewdly spread thighs of his wife, while she lay with her eyes closed and her hands pressing Dick's hungry mouth into her wantonly undulating cunt!

Ron could hear his heart pounding like a sledgehammer, and he thought it must be reverberating through the room. But his wife and her lover didn't seem to hear it, engrossed in their lewd task, and Ron continued to stand there, mesmerized into immobility. He wanted to run over there, smash Green's face for him, and then tear Sharon limb from limb… but he couldn't! He couldn't move! As if he was rooted to the ground, he stood there, his burning eyes straining at the sight of Dick's tongue disappearing into his wife's wetly glistening vagina.

Sharon was unfaithful to him, just as he had been cheating on her! A sinking feeling in the depths of his stomach made his skin clammy, and a murderous rage began to curdle inside him. The bitch, the goddamned frigid little bitch…

He couldn't tear his eyes away from her lust-transformed face as Dick Green continued to suck with abandoned frenzy. She was mewling with pleasure, her head thrown back, her mouth half open in rapture and her eyes closed, as her fingers clutched cruelly at his hair, forcing his face further down into her shamelessly writhing cuntal valley. Suddenly, a wild, mewling cry rang out, stifling Ron's own wife's lovely young face contort as she obviously reached for release.

"AAAARRGGGGGHHHH! I'm there, I'm cuuummmiinngg! Keep… aaaamrgggghhh … suckiiinng…!!"

She was cumming! Ron stared aghast, hardly daring to breathe, as he watched the furious intensity of his wife's climax… he found himself staring in morbid fascination, watching as his wife's thighs spasmed and jerked, wrenching Dick's head hard up against her violent orgasming cunt with incredible violence. It seemed she would go on forever.

"Oh God, Dick… it's good… it's so good…" she murmured, her hips still jerking in the throes of her orgasm.

Her laudatory words were like a whiplash around Ron's brain. With a snarl, barely human, he stalked further into the room, his face on fire, his hands raised and doubled into fists, his eyes snapping with cold fury.

"You fucking little slut… Oh God, I'll teach you, you goddamn, cheating whore… you cheap fucking bitch…"

Sharon gasped as she opened her eyes to see her infuriated husband standing over her, and she raised one hand to her mouth fearfully.

"Oh no… God, no… not this…"

The moment her husband's words penetrated her ears, Sharon felt her whole world come crashing down on her. The realization of what she had done was brought home to her with resounding force, and she saw herself as her husband must be seeing her, naked with Dick Green's reddened face still suspended over her wetly quivering cunt. She shuddered at the thought and stared back at Ron's livid face, silently beseeching him for mercy.

"You cheating bitch!" he snarled again, taking a step towards her.

"Now just a minute, Ron…" Dick began, almost amused by the young husband's fury.

"And you!" Ron snapped, turning towards the man who had been sucking his wife, "I ought to break your neck, you son of a bitch!"

"Take it easy, Ron," Dick started again, "I can explain…"

"Explain how come you were in my living room going down on my wife?" Ron sneered, his face ugly. "Well, just try."

"Ron, please…" Sharon interrupted piteously, and then was sorry she had spoken. Her husband turned to her again with new venom, enraged that she seemed to be defending her lover, and he reached for her brutally, pulling viciously on her long hair.

"Oughhhhh!" she sobbed helplessly, "Stop, please, Ron, you're hurting me …"

"Listen to me…" the naked banker began again, but was cut short by the young husband's shout.

"You stay out of this! This has to do with me and… and this slut!"

Sharon winced from his invective, wishing she could disappear into thin air. She had never felt so embarrassed and humiliated in her life. It was the end… of their marriage, her life… she was destroyed beyond recall… Ron would never forgive her.

"Oh, darling, please listen…" she begged, but her plea was useless.

Ron was like a stranger, a cold, unfeeling and very angry stranger. She was afraid of him, deathly afraid… he might kill her!

He grabbed her roughly, still mouthing obscenities, his face inscrutable as Sharon cringed nakedly against the floor, her hair matted around her face, her eyes fearful and bulging wide.

"No, please, Ron… I'm sorry… I didn't mean…"

"Shut up, whore!" he screamed, raising his hand and slapping her full across the face with savage force.

"Now Fleming, watch…" Dick began but was silenced by Ron's murderous reply.

"She's my wife… I'll do what I like! I told you to keep out of this!"

Sharon was sobbing wildly now, her arms thrown protectively around her face, her whole frame wracked with convulsive moans. Oh God, what terrible anger had she unleashed in him? What could she do to stop him?

There was silence for a moment, and Sharon heard the rustling of clothes. Her heart pounding with apprehension, she peeped out from under her arm, and then her throat went dry and chalky as she saw that Ron, too, had stripped down totally naked! But her eyes were fastened immovably on the huge, distended erection of his grossly enlarged penis, hovering like a giant python over her. God, she'd never seen it so large! She continued to stare at it with mounting fear, unable to drag her sight away from it, so pulsatingly alive was it, like a separate entity.

With a gasp, she felt her husband's hands on her knees, roughly forcing her thighs apart, until she thought she'd scream from the unbearable strain. He was glaring lustfully at the wet open furrow of her vagina, revealed by his brutal strength. A cold wave of fear washed over her as she saw his murderous expression, and she was forced to shut her eyes.

"Oh, Ron, please don't…" she wailed again, desperately trying to escape her husband's vicious grasp.

"Open your eyes, whore, and see what I've got for you!" he leered cruelly, his eyes roaming lasciviously over her nakedly quaking body.

She refused to obey, unable to look again at the monstrous erection.

"Look at what I've got for you, slut!" he shrilled again, his fingers like talons in her flesh.

She forced herself to look once more at the thick, snake like length of Ron's angrily inflated cock, and couldn't disguise the look of dread which came over her face. It was huge! Bigger than she'd ever seen it before! He'd kill her with it!

She stared, wide eyed with horror, as he settled himself on his knees between her open legs, the enormous shaft hotly nudging against her inner thighs. Her mouth was arid, and she tried to whimper but no sound would come. She could hardly believe that this nightmare was happening to her, and she knew how prisoners must feel when they are facing the torture chamber… filled with numbing disbelief, yet quaking with paralytic fear. She wished she could faint, but knew she wouldn't. There was no escaping her husband's anger, it was her punishment for what she had done. She had been unfaithful to him, and now she must face the consequences. Even though Ron himself had been unfaithful to her, she knew that her lot would be different from his, even though the crime was the same. That was woman's role, to be cast as the real sinner, and the fate of countless generations of women had subconsciously prepared her for it. There was no escaping the wrath of a wronged husband…