Grant Roberts - The Reluctant Swappers

"You were thinking, 'Wouldn't it be nice if George and Carol Atkinson turned out to be another Dick and Myra Green'… Am I wrong?"

Sharon smiled up at him, and then threw her arms around his muscular waist and forced him down on the bed, moving quickly to sit on top of his stomach with her pubic hair teasing the hairs on his chest.

"Oh, why do you always have to be so smart?" she laughed, bending over him to plant a kiss on his upturned lips.

Ron sighed with pleasure as he felt her warm naked breasts graze against his body, and accepted her kiss willingly.

"Oh, I don't know," he answered, "maybe because I have a beautiful wife who is so innocent she can't be subtle."

"Well, I'm not very subtle, I guess you're right about that. But what about my idea? I think it would be nice to get to know the Atkinsons, I mean even if they weren't… you know…"

"Even if they weren't the swapping kind," Ron finished for her. "But wouldn't it be nice if they were, right?"

"Well… that's right."

Ron laughed again, and as he did, his mind went back to the Freeman's party the week before, and his mind's eye played again, as it did that night, over the inviting attractiveness of Carol Atkinson's fresh young body, imagining how irresistible it must be stripped, naked, eager and begging for his plunging cock.

"I think it's a great idea, dear. Only I really do wonder if they're the types who'd want to… get better acquainted in that way."

"Well, we won't know until we try, will we?"

Ron looked up at his wife as she straddled him, saw the eager excitement there, and laughed. What the hell, he wanted it as much as she did.

"It's a deal. What about Friday night?"

"I'll call them!" Sharon began to raise herself off her husband's body, but he caught her arm and twisted her off balance back onto the bed, immediately coming up over her to press his body down on her giggling frame.

"Oh, Ron, come on…"

"You can call them later," he said, brushing his lips across her lush young breasts.

"I can call them now," she returned, laughingly twisting her body out from under him and escaping his clutches. She stood above him off the bed. "They might be home this time of day."

"All right, I give up. The first mention of a new cock, and you forget all about your poor old husband, just lying here pining away for want of attention." he pouted comically.

"I'll be right back, poor old husband," Sharon laughed. "This won't take a minute."

Ron watched her as she sensuously moved across the room to the phone on the dressing table by the door. He stared as her sculpted hips swayed when she walked, and then came to rest against the top of the table as she searched the telephone book for the Atkinson's number. He smiled to himself. Poor George Atkinson would never know what hit him! Sharon was every inch as exciting and enticing as Myra Green had been, even more so! Ron felt a twinge of jealousy pass through him as he imagined another man sampling the joys of his wife's undulating hips, her panting breasts, her clasping, sucking cunt. And then he laughed. He knew he wouldn't mind too much. Because at the same time he would be losing himself in the maddeningly sexual beauty of Carol Atkinson's young wanton thrashing body. He could hardly wait!

"Sharon?"

"Yes, dear?"

"Do you realize this is the first time we've done this? I mean, taken the initiative in anything like this?"

Sharon turned from the phone, and arched her finely crafted body towards her husband.

"But it won't be the last, will it darling? It won't be the last."

And as he looked at her, Ron knew beyond the shadow of a doubt, that she was right.