Don Elcord: The swap fuck

Sharon nodded. She finished her drink, got up from her chair, turned on the hi-fi set and went into her act.

Denise had the odd feeling that this had all been pre-arranged.

Sharon belted out a currently popular song in her pleasant voice. While giving with the words and music she slowly undulated before her appreciative audience. As she pirouetted and moved before them, she began tossing aside her clothes. Denise had the impression that the clothes were especially made for this act. Break away clothing. First came the pale blue blouse Sharon had been wearing.

Holding the blouse in her hand, Sharon undulated and sang. Her lush breasts were encased in a brief bra. She sang and fumbled with her bra. Unhurriedly she did her number while Duke refilled the glasses of the onlookers.

Sharon eased up to Brian who was perched on a bar stool beside Duke. Easing tantalizingly close and singing the words as though just for Brian, she managed to remove her bra while on a downward swoop in Brian's direction. Her big breasts bounced close to Brian's startled glance. Sharon teased her taut nipples very close to Brian's gaping mouth.

Denise gulped and almost uttered a wail of protest. She bit back the sound and continued to gawk at the scene. A measure of deep discontent swept through her as she watched the way Brian simpered and moved his mouth like a fish toward the swinging bells and the big, taut nipples. He looked like a stupid fish going after the bait.

And what bait! Denise would be the first to admit that Sharon had a pair of tits that were incredible. Large, creamy, pinkish-white mounds of sheer loveliness. Firm, round and fully packed.

Sharon was using her bait expertly. She teased her melons up to Brian's face while he gulped at them like a guppy with a big mouth. She swooped her nipples in and out of his mouth and several times pressed her breasts hard against his face so he could wallow in the lovely valley between the huge mounds.

Duke slid from his bar stool and perched on the arm of Denise's easy chair. Sliding an arm down, he ran his fingers through her long brown hair. Chuckling impishly, he said, «That Sharon's quite a girl, isn't she? What a teaser.»

«Yeah, she's a card.» Denise tried to keep a smile on her face. She was well aware of what these people were. Swappers! But she wished they wouldn't come on so strong-and so fast. She gritted her teeth and tried to ignore Duke's probing fingers. He had his hand down her blouse and was gently fondling her breasts!

Bending lower, Duke murmured in her ear. «I sure hope you two like us. Me and Sharon are forming a new swap group.»

«Oh?» She tried to control her nerves. Despite her aversion to what this ugly man was doing to her, she couldn't help but get heated up. His hands were nice and warm. His gentle massing of her titties sent goose bumps through her. Nice goose bumps.

«Our old group was getting just that … old hat. We've decided to assemble an entire new group. Kids like you and Brian, who've never tried swapping before, or who haven't really done much swapping as yet. Rookies.»

«Oh? And where's the rest of the group?»

«We're lining them up. If you and your husband like us after tonight, we plan on inviting you to a big party in about three weeks. By then, we'll have our new group lined up. We should have a wonderful time. How does it sound to you, hon.?» He dripped his fingers farther down her blouse and massaged her breasts, stomach and belly button. He fumbled for her blouse fasteners with his free hand.

«I … I … er … oh … oh … « She gulped and ignored his probing fingers when the sight she was staring at drove all other thoughts from her mind.

Sharon had stripped bare!

The exotic singer-dancer was still undulating to the music and still singing the song, but now she was no longer alone in her exotic, nude dance. She had pulled Brian to his feet and had swept him to her embrace. While still moving around and singing to the tune being played on the hi-fi, she reached into his slacks and pulled out his cock!

An expression of joy cut through a few bars of the song she was belting out as she fondled Brian's huge prick. A prick which was now bouncing hard and surging with power. Sharon no longer sang her song. Her tune had changed to gurgles of delight. Sliding Brian's slacks from his legs, and his sports shirt from his chest, she eased toward her mate.

Holding Brian's huge prick in her hands, she gurgled, «Look what I found, dear!»

Duke, who'd gone this route often with his beautiful wife, ogled her new find. Expertly he sized up Brian's big, solid cock. A cock almost as big as his own. He knew this would please Sharon. Smiling, he nodded and muttered, «It's sure a big one! I told you these kids would be ideal for our new group. I could tell from the pictures they sent and from their letters.» Patting his lovely wife on the ass, he asked jokingly, «What're you going to do with it, hon.?»

Sharon smiled lewdly and still holding the huge prick, murmured, «I'd like to try it on for size. Can I?» It was a little game they played with new swappers. A game of getting every one in the mood, and relaxed.

«You have my permission, hon.» Duke squeezed one of Denise's breasts. He had succeeded in slipping her blouse off and she was now nude to the waist. Nude, and blushing furiously. «How about you, dear? Can my Sharon try your Brian on for size?» Again he squeezed tittie.

Denise stared hard at Brian. He, too, was flushing. It was a first for them both. A first time another girl had a hand wrapped around his prick since their marriage less than two years ago.

It was the moment of truth.

Calling on her last ounce of common sense, and realizing this was the moment of decision, Denise moved away from Duke's probing fingers, folded her arms demurely across her lush tits, and giving a nasty glare at her entrapped husband, she said flatly, «It's up to him! This entire idea about swapping is his!»

«I … I … « Brian felt some of the steam seeping from his ardor and some of the stiffness receding from his cock as he withered under Denise's cold look. «I … I … « He appealed to her for help in this moment of decision.

She wasn't about to let him off the hook. «Make up your mind, Brian. Shall we leave … now?»

A strained silence hung heavily in the air. Duke and Sharon, who'd gone through similar scenes many a time, waited without uttering a word. Sharon continued to stroke the wilting prick, trying to coax new strength into it-and into the owner of the wilting cock. Duke wisely regained from trying to get back to his tittie fondling chore. He sat on the arm of the chair, awaiting the verdict patiently.

Brian sucked in a deep breath. His eyes darted about. He glanced at his irate wife. He got her message, loud and clear. She wanted them to leave-now. His harried glance settled on Duke for a moment. The chubby man seemed unconcerned. As though he'd gone this route before. Brian knew that if he chickened out, the couple would have no trouble lining up new prospects.

Duke, though he wasn't a handsome man, was a powerful figure in the theater and entertainment field in the city. He would have no trouble lining up swapping couples, especially with a wife like Sharon. Brian's glance settled on Sharon who was gently massaging his prick and eyed him with lewd promise in her grey eyes. She had a smile on her full lips.

Squaring his shoulders, he made his big decision. Wrapping an arm around luscious Sharon, he grabbed a handful of tit, and announced. «We came to swap, and damn it, we're going to swap. Lead the way, beautiful!»

Ignoring the gasp of dismay from his wife, and the nasty glare she tossed in his direction, he allowed himself to be led by the prick from the room. Holding his prick lightly, Sharon led him from the huge living room and toward the bedroom area. «See you all later,» he called defiantly over his shoulder.