Grant Roberts: The Reluctant Swappers

Damn! Ron thought, turning to stare at her beauty, there's no other woman like hers and she looks just as beautiful now as yesterday or last week or last year. She was a seductive woman, no denying that, and his breath sucked in from the sudden excitement of the abandoned pose she had taken. And yet there was something that bothered him, a slight doubt in the back of his mind that made him wonder if her smoothly graceful movements were spontaneous or somehow performed almost dutifully.

He raised himself on one elbow and gazed with fascination at the well-rounded, almost sculpted curves of succulent flesh next to him.

Sharon lay back against the pillow, her long lithe legs moving up and down, her toes digging into the spread, lashes shadowing her cheeks as she closed her eyes. She squirmed her smoothly rounded buttocks down into the mattress, aware of the licentious effect her actions were having on her husband, enjoying the seductive exhibition of her body and the secret satisfaction of the power she held over him.

Ron didn't waste any more time but yanked at his clothes, not even bothering to get off the bed, tearing one of the buttons off his shirt in his haste to make himself naked with his deliciously inviting wife.

It took him only a moment, and then he rolled to a kneeling position on the bed and looked down at Sharon's nakedly enticing form. His thick, blood enriched penis throbbed and beat out in front of him like a second heart.

"I'm ready, baby, ready right now," he grinned down at her. He roamed his hands over her, playing with the soft warm firmness of her thighs and breasts, stopping once to tweak her rubied nipples into rock-hard firmness before running an outstretched finger down the shadowy valley between her full, high set white breasts. She squirmed slightly, her face round and cherubic, with an air of innocence about it. He felt his groin abruptly draw in with a hot hungry need. It was like making love to a virgin every time, like arousing the woman in a girl and seeing the passion overcome the natural reluctance of "the first time." Sharon's long silken hair hung over her shoulders and curled across her ripe budded breasts. Between her widespread legs, which were shaped by a master craftsman, he could see clearly the soft pubic down which coffered her blushing pink vaginal slit. Her cunt glistened wetly in the light, her sexual excitement secreting droplets which formed like honeyed dew on the pubic hair up between her thighs. Ron chided himself for his doubts about her willingness to have sex with him. The warmly gleaming furrow between her legs showed without doubt that she wanted him and wanted him now!

He leaned forward, unable to control himself any longer, and he crushed his hungry mouth against her warmly pulsating vagina, trying to suck up every sweet flowing drop of her pussy juices, brushing his tongue against her wetly quivering cuntal lips with yearning heat. Sharon moaned, but brought her thighs up sharply to stop him.

"No… no… not that, Ron! You know I don't like you to kiss me there. No, please stop… please stop… please!" Her arms encircled his head and pulled him upward along her naked young body toward her warm pliant mouth, opened wide with desire. "Kiss me on the lips, darling," she whispered, "Not down there…"

Ron didn't resist. He allowed himself to be moved up the length of his wife's lushly ripened body and ground his lips onto hers. There it was again, the one flaw in an otherwise wonderful relationship! He had tried for all the time they had been sleeping together to show her the intense erotic arousal coming from his lips against her cunt, her mouth around his penis. He had been blown by other girls many times in the past, before Sharon and he were married. He wanted her to do the same to him to see her head roll from side to side as he tongued the heated pulsating velvet-like insides of her cuntal lips. He could shut his eyes and imagine that butter soft mouth of hers as it sawed rhythmically around his wildly jerking cock, and the very thought made him tense his loins, even as he kissed his wife on her warm wet mouth. He wanted to cum inside her there, to spurt his white hot sperm into her throat as he had into other's throats, and hear her mewling and crooning with the desire of love as he did so.

And he wanted to make her reach a climax by taking her erect little clitoris between his teeth and holding it tightly as he ran his tongue tip around and around her vagina, until at last he plunged his tongue deep into the sweetly clasping cavern of her pussy, to soak up the secretions, to stab and dart in oral fucking just as he was now moving his tongue in and out of her mouth in similar simulation of intercourse.

He held her tight to him and felt her nakedly warm body as it undulated beneath him, her soft belly and pelvis grinding against his anxiously beating penis until it throbbed with a rock-like hardness.

"Oh… baby!" Sharon moaned. "Darling, darling, I want you so badly …"

"Yes… yes," he managed to reply. One of his legs fell snugly in between her open thighs, and she rubbed her hot, hair protected cunt against him in perfect harmony. He kissed her again, his mouth dry with barbaric thirstiness, and she raised her thigh to press gently in against the throbbing virility of his maleness. His head swam from the alcohol he'd drunk, and his long thick cock seeped with desire from her touch, its tip being massaged by the light brush of her smoothly warm skin. His massively rigid penis jerked, jumping as though it was ready to spew its churning white seminal fluid right now. Once more he drove his tongue into her mouth and she sucked it eagerly, even nibbling it with her sharp little teeth to send new shocks of rippling erotic excitement through him.

The thought of what lay before him, of what would happen when he entered her warmly clasping vagina and began to pound his cock to a fulfilling explosion and flooded his brain. He knew every action, every motion they would make, for it had become a ritual over the years. He was aroused and wanted her, but… but what? What was nagging at the back of his mind? What was wrong with their lovemaking? Was it the sameness? Had he gotten to take her for granted after all this time, and the original thrill he had experienced when she was new to him been replaced by a complacency of familiarity? He loved his wife, but the spice was gone.

He lifted his head and lay his cheek against her soft hair.

"Is… there something wrong, Ron?" she whispered.

"What? Oh, no, of course not. I… was thinking how beautiful you are," he lied.

His delicious wife began to shiver beneath him, her firm sleek thighs rubbing his loins in what appeared to be hunger. "You want to make love to me, don't you?" she breathed.

"Yes, yes I want to."

"How…?" her question was unexpected, and sent an electrifying current through him. It was really something new to hear her ask for a good screwing, but then to want to know how! Yes, change was what was needed, for his eagerly pulsing cock leaped spontaneously with the added dimension.

"Hard!" he replied hoarsely. "Deep and hard, right up to the hilt!"

"Oh, Ron, do it now! I want you inside me… now!" she cried.

He drew her naked young body closer to him and moved one hand down to encase the smooth round buttocks, his hand over the softly yielding crevice which halved them. She glued her mouth to his as she wedged a hand between them and grasped his long fleshy hardness. Ron choked with the cool contact of her fingers around his cock, and he pressed his lips harder against hers to show his appreciation. She strained the full sensual length of her body against him grinding and pushing, and then she spread her legs and thighs wide, almost too casually, and his massively thick penis poised proudly against the snug mouth of her waiting wet cunt, the thin, hair lined archway to her innermost being dilated with the desire for him to enter. She kept firm hold of his bulbous, aching shaft and drew it closer, sliding its hot pulsating head up and down between her open legs, swirling it around her tender pink flesh until its lust-expanded knob rested against her wetly quivering cuntal entrance.