Grant Roberts - The Reluctant Swappers

"We're… ohhhh… almost home!" Dick panted. "Damn you!" Her expertly moving hand was rubbing in little circles over his heatedly straining cock now, using the material of his underpants to taunt and rub the blood-engorged glans into near-explosion. His own hand went higher along her sleek inner thigh, and his fingers found the warm dampness of her panties. He wormed his outstretched middle finger inside the elastic leg band, dipping the fingertip into the slippery juices of her hotly throbbing vagina, causing a low, soft moan of sheer animalistic pleasure to escape her throat. '`How do you like that, you little prick-teaser?" he hissed breathlessly.

"Ohhhhh lover!"

The bank vice-president's middle finger deep into the warmly clasping pussy while his forefinger found the quivering miniature phallus of her aroused little clitoris; he began thrusting and caressing with provocative slowness back and forth until she was grinding her hips faster and faster down against the seat, her loins hungrily surging upward against his fingers as if trying to beckon both of them deep inside her heatedly palpitating vaginal cavity. "You'll wait until we get home, won't you, baby?" Dick whispered.

"Aaaaaggghhh, hhmmmmmmmm!" she groaned. "Yesssss, I'll waitttttttttt!

But drive fast-teeeeeer!"

Dick grinned triumphantly, eased his finger away from her warmly perfumed cunt, and let his hand rest on her gently trembling thigh. She allowed her fingers to remain on his still-hardened cock, but they weren't moving now; her eyes were closed as she leaned against him, letting the exotically exciting sensations his probing finger had caused ripple deliciously through her entire body.

It wasn't long before the headlights of their car picked out their rambling ranch style home from the other luxurious houses along Oro Canyon Road. Dick pulled the car up in front of the double front doors, cut the engine, and shut off the lights. He got out of the car, managed to close his fly over the still pulsating hugeness of his erect penis, and walked stiffly around the car to help his wife out.

"How about a little drink, baby?"

"You're on," Myra winked up at him, and eased her lushly seductive body out of the car. "And then you'll tell me how we're going to get the Flemings to pay ball, right?"

"I might, baby, if you're nice to me."

Myra closed the car door behind her, and brazenly pressed her full ripe breasts up against her husband.

"Aren't I always nice to you, sweetheart?"

Dick smiled, and ran his lips teasingly over his wife's partially opened mouth. Then he led her into their sprawling home and switched on the lights in the expensively furnished living room, before making his way to the impressive, well-stocked bar at one end.

"Scotch all right?" he called to her as she disappeared down the hallway to their bedroom.

"And no ice," she called back, turning on the lights in the very large, almost palatial bedroom.

Dick finished making their drinks, and followed his wife down the hall where he discovered Myra undoing the two buttons on the front of her dress. Then slowly, seductively, she used her palms and rhythmically undulated her ripe young body to slide the garment down along her body until it lay puddled at her feet. Her green eyes were heavily lidded, smoky, and she watched his face intently as she stripped. She stood there, dressed now only in brassiere and panties. Tantalizingly, like an exotic dancer practicing her art, she reached behind her and unhooked the brassiere fastenings, slowly pulling it away from her firm white breasts, making sure that the aroused, berry-sized nipples were the last to meet his hot, hungry eyes. She held the brassiere out at arm's length to cup her full, fleshy mounds, kneading them as a lover would. Finally, she dropped her fingers to her panties and slowly worked them down over her long, tapering legs until she was standing before him completely naked.

"Like it, lover?" she purred throatily.

"Christ, you're like a goddamned whore when you get in the bedroom!"

Dick groaned, but he wasn't castigating her for it. Hell, he wouldn't have had it any other way. His eyes roamed over her sensual, well-tanned body, and came to rest on the fleecy down framing the wet, pink folds of her cunt. She was something else, all right; in all the time they had been married, he had never had a woman who pleased him any more than she did – a few had come close, but none had ever surpassed her. And that was one hell of a compliment, considering the number of women Dick Green had had in that time.

Myra reveled in his lustful gaze for a long moment, then she stepped over to the king-sized, double bed and lay down on the satin spread, spreading her legs wide in a wanton invitation, exposing the naked, wetly palpitating opening of her cuntal passage. She rotated her hips lewdly against the satin spread, arching them up and lowering them again in a measured, intoxicating way. "Aren't you going to get naked, baby?" she asked in a husky voice.

"Goddamn right I am!" Dick said. Quickly, he undressed and yanked his underpants down. He stood there with his great, pulsating cock standing out from his groin, the unseeing eye in the glans oozing thin, clear droplets of arousal. Myra stared hungrily at it, moistening her wetly parted lips with her tongue as if already tasting the seeping fluid in the warm sucking caverns of her mouth.

"Come on," she urged. "Lie down beside mommy."

"And what's mommy going to do then?"

"Mommy's going to take that big lovely old cock of yours and suck every last little drop of hot cum right out of it," Myra whispered lewdly up at him.

Damn! Dick thought. She really knows how to get a guy heated up, talking that way, using words like she used her body, fucking you verbally if such a thing were possible. His rigidly thick cock quivered and throbbed in anticipation. But first, he owed her a little teasing for what she had done to him in the car on the way home, before he took her up on her offer to blow him. He sat on the edge of the bed, next to her, close enough to allow her hand to snake out and encircle his eagerly jerking penis. She immediately began to stroke and massage the turgid length, rubbing the skin back and forth, before slipping her hand underneath to cup and caress his sperm-laden balls, cradling their heavy softness in her palm.

He stifled a small groan of pleasure, and then reached down and removed her hand. "First things first," he said.

"What do you mean, lover?"

"You wanted to hear my plan, didn't you?"

"Oh, daddy! Tell me afterwards!"

"No, I'm going to tell you now. You were anxious enough to hear about it earlier."

She returned her hand to his massively throbbing cock and testicles, rubbing, caressing. "Please, baby," she crooned. "I'm hot now, and I want to suck you. Come on, let mommy suck you now, and then you can tell me all about your plan."

"No," Dick said, mentally laughing at being able to play it cool at a time like this. He moved down to the foot of the bed, looking up at her, watching her impatiently undulating her hips, her tongue still flicking along her lips, her eyes resting hotly on the huge, granite-hard expanse of his penis and at the wrinkled sac of his sperm-bloated balls. "Now the way I figure it, Ron Fleming is the one to work on first. He's a man, and therefore he's more susceptible than Sharon."

"So you plan to get to her through him," Myra said. She stretched out her leg full-length frowning a little petulantly, and began to stroke his naked thigh with her foot, wiggling her big toe upward to touch the rigid hot flesh of his cock until he reluctantly pushed her leg away and continued.

"That's right. Now I think we've got the answer on how to do it from what Ron promised you tonight about coming over and seeing some of your paintings."