Grant Roberts - The Reluctant Swappers

"The eggs?" Ron whispered in her ear.

"Oh!" Sharon remembered, and turned back to the stove, cut off the heat, and served the omelet up on two plates she'd set on the sideboard. She gathered up two napkins and made her way to the table.

Ron smiled as she sat down across from him, her round young breasts swinging freely before his eyes. He gazed proudly as she bent over her breakfast, so free now, so unencumbered by the sexual fetters that had bound her for so long, that had prevented her, and him too, of course, from living their relationship to the fullest in all its facets. He couldn't ever thank the Green's enough for having exposed her, exposed both of them, to the unparalleled pleasures of an unrepressed sex life.

"I wonder how Dick and Myra are getting on?" Ron said, picking up his fork to begin.

"Oh, didn't I tell you?" Sharon replied. "I got a letter from Myra yesterday. Just a short one. She said something about Dick's forming a new bank with some people."

"Christ, you can't hold that man down!"

"Don't I know it," Sharon giggled, and winked as her husband looked up at her. "Financially is what I mean."

"Sure you do," Ron laughed.

"Anyway, she said everything was fine, and that they'd like to get together some weekend or holiday or something."

"Well, I'm for that!" Ron said. "It would be great to see them."

"That's what I said in the letter I sent them yesterday," Sharon smiled.

"I didn't think you'd have any objections."

They finished their breakfast, and Sharon cleared away the dishes. Ron leaned back in his chair, and burped with satisfaction. He thought of the month they'd spent with the Greens before he and Sharon had decided to move to Southern California. It had been perhaps the most exciting and maturing month in both of their lives. Sharon had learned all the intricate ways of sexual fulfillment the eagerness and curiosity of a first time student, and he had reamed a lot of exciting things from the amazingly improvisational Myra Green. All in all, that month had freed both him and Sharon from the burden of uncomfortable, Self conscious sex they'd labored under ever since they'd been married, and now… Ron looked across to where his wife leaned across the sink, her soft ripened breasts hanging down like luscious fruits, her thighs pressed up against the drain board hiding the secret patch of hair between her relaxed thighs… well, now it was different.

Yes, the Greens were wonderful people, there was no doubt about that, and they had probably saved his marriage. The only thing Ron regretted about having moved to Southern California was having to give up those fantastic evenings when the four of them would get together. Still, it was probably for the best. He and Sharon had needed new surroundings, a new environment in which to plant the seeds of their new life together.

Ron knew that since their friendship with the Greens had only been one based on sexuality, it would probably have only died a slow lingering death anyway. But this way they could see the Greens a few weekends a year, and yet have the opportunity to make new friends in their new home in the San Bernardino Hills.

Yes, everything had worked out beautifully, and Ron was satisfied. He rose from the table, walked over to where his wife was rinsing off the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher, and pressed himself up against her, feeling the cool, smooth roundness of her naked buttocks up against the limp flesh of his restless slumbering cock.

"Ummm… great breakfast, honey."

Sharon turned to him, and smiled, throwing her bare arms around his neck almost languidly.

"And the cook? How was she?"

"Delicious, as usual!" Ron laughed. He grazed his lips along her cheek, and then came to rest gently on her half parted mouth. He kissed her long and slow. Her eyes were shining when he finally released her mouth.

"Oh, Ron… you shouldn't do that kind of thing. Not so soon after we've eaten."

"You're insatiable!" Ron chuckled, giving her curved buttocks a light love tap. "And I'm going to go shave."

"There are fresh razors in the medicine chest, darling," Sharon called after him, as he left the kitchen.

"Thanks."

Sharon turned her back to the sink, finished rinsing the dishes, and then put them in the dishwasher. She started the machine, and then wandered back into the bedroom, sitting on the bed across from the bathroom. She gazed admiringly at her husband's powerful built body as he stood in front of their large bathroom mirror, pressing the shaving lotion from the aerosol can, filling the room with the penetrating scent of artificial lemons. God, he was a handsome man! She wondered how she could ever leave resisted him in anything, how she could ever have been so shy, so reticent about giving herself to her husband and taking his powerful body inside her in any way possible. Her gaze fell on his massive cock, and her loins stirred again as she remembered how it had pierced her to the very core the night before, slowly at first, then fiercely driving her to the pinnacle of desire. It always amazed her that that small, innocent, flaccid arm of flesh could grow to the unbelievable hugeness that filled her whole belly so completely, so wonderfully!

My God, you are insatiable, aren't you?"

Sharon looked up to find her husband's eyes resting on her with a knowing twinkle. She blushed.

"I was just thinking…"

"I know exactly what you were thinking, dear," Ron laughed, picking up his razor.

"It was good last night, wasn't it darling?"

"It's always good, baby, you know that."

Sharon smiled at his appreciative tone, and lay back across the bed. It was always good. And yet she missed Dick Green, missed the variety he had given her sex life, the variety that always made her appreciate her husband even more. She wished they could meet some people in their new neighborhood who were, well, as free and uninhibited as the Green's had been. Her mind searched about among the people she and Ron had met since they'd been living in Southern California.

"Ron…?"

"HMMMMM?"

"Do you remember the Atkinson's?"

Her husband paused, rinsed out his razor, and began on the other side of his face.

"No, I don't think so."

"Oh, of course you do. They were the nice young couple we met at the Freeman's party last week."

"Oh, yeah, sure," Ron said, "that cute little blonde with the… uh… well developed chest." Sharon laughed.

"I thought you'd remember that. Funny, though, that's not what I remember. I remember thinking how well hung George Atkinson must be under those tight little…"

"All right, all right," Ron chuckled. "I get the message."

Sharon drew her shapely legs up under her on the bed, and raised her head on one arm.

"Well, what did you think of them, dear?"

"The Atkinsons?"

"Yes. Weren't they nice?"

"Sure. Especially Mrs. Atkinson. I don't know when I've ever seen such a sexy chick… except for you, of course," he added as a teasing afterthought.

"You're horrible," Sharon giggled, and then grew serious again. "I was thinking we might ask them over sometime."

Ron finished shaving, rinsed out his razor, and put it back in the medicine chest. Wiping his face on a towel, he walked slowly into the bedroom.

"You mean here to the house?"

"Yes, why not? I think they'd be fun to get to know."

Ron stared at his wife, and caught the unmistakable look in her eye as she tried to keep her meaning obscured, and failed.

"Well, well, well…" he said, with an amused whistle. "Whatever is going on in that little scheming mind of yours?"

"Oh, Ron…" she said, blushing now in embarrassment, "I just thought …"

"Yes, that's what I thought you thought."

He stood gazing at his blushing young wife, and smiled at her discomfort. She was still like an innocent little girl, even after all she'd been through the last few months. Ron supposed that was why she was so exciting to be with, especially in bed. It was like going out on a first date every time. He winked at her as she looked up at him, and then came over to the bed and sat beside her.