Renee Stevens - Driven Into Swapping

"What are you smiling at?" he said.

"I'm just happy I put you in your place," she said. "It's about time somebody did."

"Well you sure impressed me," she said, "with all of the force that you used to use when we were first married. Do you remember, honey, when you would come in loaded, and start breaking chairs and things and threaten me?"

"I never threatened you once," 'he said tightly.

"The hell you didn't," she said. "Remember the time you had your hands on my throat?"

"Don't remind me," he said hotly. "At point I wish that I had squeezed."

"Well you would be in jail today," she said.

"I would not," he said, "that was five years ago. They let you out for good behavior for two or three with a good lawyer."

"Well that's true," she said. "And I suppose that you would mortgage yourself up to your jockstrap so YOU wouldn't have to pay for what you did."

"Believe me I would, honey," he said, "and it might be worth it if you go on acting like you are."

"I've been reading books on impotency," she smiled, "and I have something that I think would help you."

"What this time?" he shot back at her.

"Well," she said, "perhaps if you had two women who were making love to you at the time that would get you going."

"Not a bad idea,".he said. "Now you're talking."

"And then that will be followed by two men for me," she told him. "I think that would be juicy."

"I forbid it," he exclaimed. "I won't let you be fucked by two men. You sound like a lecherous little tramp."

"Maybe that's what I am," She said, "and you love, are a dirty old man."

"Damned if you aren't about the most disgusting dame I've ever seen."

She reached under the table and began fumbling with his fly.

'What are you doing?" he demanded.

"I am trying to get a little life into it," she said.

"But in the kitchen, under the table7" he asked.

"Well I can't think of a better place to eat dinner," she smiled.

"Well you can blow me if you want to," he said, "I just hope the well hasn't run dry."

She gave him a stony stare arid said quite frankly, "Perhaps if you would play in your own playpen the well wouldn't run dry."

"Are you hinting at something?" he asked.

"I'm not hinting," she said, "I'm just letting you know that I know that undoubtedly you are still playing around with some other woman. I don't think you are really impotent, I think you are just overtaxing that cock of yours."

He was proud of the fact that he hadn't been playing around for a few days and he was sure that he could get it hard. However, the aggressive way that his wife came at him gave him some doubts. It was a strange position for him to be in, for her to be going after it with all of her male hormones functioning.

"Does it excite you when I come on like this?" she asked with a sly smile.

"You sure come on strong, baby," he told her. "You'd better eat something that will calm you down."

"Well," she laughed, "that's what I'm planning on doing, if you will cooperate with me."

Without saying another word she bent over and slipped, her mouth over his penis shaft.

"Oh, baby," he panted, "I'm getting hard."

As her mouth moved over his penis, he reached down to guide her head.

"You're doing it just right, honey," he told her. "Get the balls."

She reached in and fingered his nuts. He loved the sensation of her fingers playing with his testicles.

"Keep that up, baby," he told her, "keep it up."

The pleasure was growing more intense every moment.

Now he was flipping out of his mind with delight and passion.

"Oh wow!" be told her. "That's beautiful. Yes, baby, that's the way to do it."

Every moment was sensational.

"Keep it up, baby," be begged. "Up and down. That's it, use the tongue. Bite lightly."

Flipping her tongue over the smooth shaft, she bit down lightly. He threw himself into it now, and lucked fast and furious.

"Oh, wow!" he panted. "That is beautiful, baby, beautiful."

The exciting sensations were building to a juicy climax.

"Eat me," he commanded. "Eat my cock."

She was eager for the juice of his loins as she had waited a long time for her husband to get a hard-on. She was so grateful that she had gone to the lib meeting, as now she had discovered a new way of approaching him. She had her sexual rights, and when she made them known, he was getting results.

"Oh yes, baby," he panted, "I feel that sensation down to my tingling toes."

Forcing it down farther, he felt the head of the shaft sliding over the back of her throat.

"Oh wow!" he gasped. "I'm cuming."

As the juice spasmed into her mouth, he groaned in delight.

"Just right," he complimented her. "That's the way I like it. Oh baby, you're really good at it."

Running his fingers through her hair, he held her there. Finishing, she slowly eased herself off of him.

"I'm glad you enjoyed that, baby," she smiled.

"It was a lot of fun doing it in here," he said, "a person doesn't have to luck in the bedroom all the time, do they?"

"Certainly not, darling," she said.

Then she got an idea.

"Why don't we use the dining table for eating?" she grinned.

"You mean I'm going to have a quickie dinner served now?' "Doesn't that sound appetizing, love?"

"Yes, baby," he said, "I never turn down pussy."

"Of course not, darling," she smiled.

She took the dishes off the table, and then she began undressing.

"I'd better make sure the front door is locked and the blinds are drawn."

"Do that, darling," she smiled, "and then strip too. I would enjoy seeing you bareass naked."

"Why, Trudy," he smiled proudly, "you haven't been like this since we've been first married."

"Isn't it wonderful?" she sighed ecstatically.

"It sure is, darling," he informed her flatly. Once the blinds were drawn he came back to the kitchen and started taking off his clothes. Then, he got a good look at her. She was stark naked in the middle of the table.

"Dinner is served," she said, and pulling her pussy apart.

He went over to her naked now, and sat on the chair.

"Move over, honey," he said. "So I can get my tongue in there."

She pulled her hands away from her pussy and moved to the edge of the table.

"Is this a better position, love?" she smiled.

"Yes, honey," he told her.

Vince gripped his wife's thighs, and softly let his fingertips pry her pussy lips apart. Then he got a glimpse of the quivering moistening flesh. Using his tongue, he stabbed it in there.

"Eat it," she insisted, "eat that hot pussy, hon.

The hot pink pussy really got him going. He thrust his tongue in there, and licked the quivering mound.

"Oh wow!" she gasped greedily, as she locked her legs around him.

She looked in the kitchen mirror, and flipped. It did seem strange to be watching herself sitting on the kitchen table with the refrigerator behind her while her husband went to town on her pert hot pussy.

"Oh that feels good, honey," she told him, "give me all the tongue action you've been giving your lovers for years."

He didn't let that pass without saying something about it. Pulling his tongue out of her, he practically yelled.

"You bitch," he said. "What do you expect of me? You know I'm not particularly crazy about eating your pussy, and then you make a crack like that."

"Sorry," she said smugly. "It slipped out. No harm intended. Go back, love, you're doing it great. Pretend I'm someone else, that girl you've been making it with on the sly for years, and you'll enjoy it more. Just close your eyes, honey, as all pussies are alike."

"That's not the truth," he said.

"If it's not the truth," she said, "how would you know if you haven't been playing around?' "Am I on a witness stand?' he demanded.