Renee Stevens - Driven Into Swapping

"Oh no, love," she said. "I was just teasing. Now go down there and start licking."

He went back to her asscheeks and holding her legs apart, went down there burying his head in her mound. His tongue swept her slit once more, and then he inserted it.

"Do the love button first, baby," she said, "and nibble on the cunt. That always turns me on."

He nodded, but he didn't take his tongue out. He knew if he took his tongue out to answer every question or comment on everything his wife said, he would never get her to climax.

"Oh, Vince," she said, "that's sensational. When you lap it up like that. Oh, you've got a great tongue."

Vince used his tongue like a penis now, stiffening and stabbing away with piston precision movements. He kept sliding it into her.

"Oh," she gasped excitedly. "Lick it. Lick lover, lick it!"

Suddenly she felt herself juicing.

"I'm cuming, honey," she smiled. "Eat it, lick it, love it, lap it up!"

Vince liked his wife's enthusiasm. Even though he would get angry at her now and then he couldn't help recognize what a super chick she was.

"Come on, baby," he told her, "that's the way I like it, do it, do it, baby, do it!"

He finished her off and then he withdrew his tongue and sat there on the chair staring.

"Wasn't that wonderful?" she demanded.

"Yes," he said, feeling numb and dumbfounded.

"Why aren't you saying something?" she demanded.

"I'm still numb from the shock, baby," he said. "You just aren't the same woman you used to be. You used to be timid and shy, and I had trouble getting you to do anything."

"Well I've been freed, dear," she said, "now that I learned that it's respectable for a woman to have this sexual feeling, I'm free."

"Great," he said. "That's just great."

He wondered if it was. He picked his clothes up off the floor where he had dropped them, and she got a good look at him.

"Would you like me to massage you?' she asked.

"I'm through fucking you tonight," he said.

"Can't most men do it more than once?" she asked curiously.

"Will you just leave me alone?" he demanded.

"Sure baby," she smiled.

She got off the table herself and then as she strode into the living room she thought she would have fun toying with his emotions.

"Sweetheart," she said, "would you care very much if I had an affair?"

"Who with?" he asked. "The grocery store clerk?"

"No, dear," she said, "Just some young stud who needs sex. It would be a service job."

"Well how nice for both of you," he said. "Who are you fucking around with?"

"Dear, I was just suggesting the possibility," she said.

"Well, I know you," he said frankly, "and when you talk about would it be nice, I know you've been doing it."

"Oh you have such a dirty mind," she said, "I would never fuck on the sly.

That's a trick that you men pull. You don't think a woman would do a thing like that, do you?"

"If she thought she could get by with it," he said. "I'm sure she would. And baby, from the way you've been acting lately, you require a lot of sex."

"I do," she admitted, "but I certainly hope you don't think there's anything wrong with me. Like being a nympho or anything."

She couldn't help wondering aloud about the, word nympho that Johnny had used, and she thought she would toss the word out and see her husband's response.

"Well that's just about what you are nowadays," he said huskily.

"And that's not good, is it?" she said.

"Well not for the man who has to satisfy you," he said, "It means you can't get enough. A nympho belongs in a house."

"What kind of a house?" she demanded.

"You know what kind I'm talking about," he said. "A house where chicks satisfy men all day long."

"And all night long too," she giggled.

"I'm afraid too much fucking isn't good for you," he said honestly, "it makes you act silly."

"Oh no, darling," she insisted, "it opens new horizons, new vistas, new possibilities. I've never lived so much since the time I started throwing caution to the winds and doing what I wanted."

"What about your morals?" -he said.

"Yes," she said, "what about them?"

"I mean, don't you think some things are right and some things are wrong sexually?"

"Of course I do, dear," she said. "For example, if I were to have sex with Jessica, that would be wrong as well as revolting."

"That goes without saying," he said. "Have you flipped your wig? Even talking about sex with another woman is sick, sick, sick."

"Well," she said, "there are women who do things like that"

"Don't talk about them," he said.

"Sweetheart," she said, "would you find it revolting if I asked you to tell me all about your sex life with these other women?"

"I don't care to discuss any of that," he said.

"Why not?" she insisted on knowing. "Maybe could learn something."

"You know too much already," he said. "If you knew any more about sex, I couldn't live with you."

"Why not, Vince?" Trudy smiled smugly.

"I wouldn't have the strength," he said. "You make fucking a race. It's really difficult to satisfy you."

"Now tonight," she smiled, "wasn't it beautiful?"

"Oh, we're going to win the Better Housekeeping Award for sex," he said, "doing it in the kitchen. You going down and blowing me under the table, and me eating you on the table. Oh, I would highly recommend it as a beautiful way to cement the home together."

"Well, at least it's different, dear," she said.

"Well jumping out of a blueberry pie stark naked is different too," he said,

"but I wouldn't want you doing that every night when I come home."

"I know why you said that, honey," she said.

"Now you're reading my mind," Vince declared.

"Well, dear," she said, "you speak out of the context of the male domination.

You men love to get together at those stag smokers, and have beautiful naked girls parade around nude, and you love to have naked women leaping out of blueberry pies and things like that. Am I right?"

"Look, honey," he said, "quit trying to figure the male psyche out. You'll never do it. Sure we like those naked and half-naked bunnies, and we dig those blueberry pie girls leaping out, and parading around in the buff. Why not?"

"Of course," she said. "How would you like to do such a thing yourself?"

"Are you mad?' ha asked.

"That, love, is a very good question. But it's not the one that I'm asking. How would you like to leap out of a blueberry pie stark naked?"

"I would look like a hairy ape with this pot-belly of mine, leaping out of a pie."

"Precisely," she said. "Leaping out of a blueberry pie stark naked is ridiculous. And this is what you men have had us doing for years I'm sick and tired of women jumping out of pies, going through all sorts of ridiculous performances with long black stockings, garter belts, and all the rest of that crap."

"Are you going to take all the romantic side out of life?' be demanded.

"Romantic my ass," she said. "It's sick."

"I told you, baby," Vince insisted, "you never will understand the male psyche because you're a woman. Women don't understand at all."

"Well I've got your number, baby," she said. "You're a lecher, a two-timing, loud mouth, devil."

"Now divorce me," he said. "Grant me that one request. Nothing would make me more happy than to separate the ties that bind us. Because you're squeezing those ties to the breaking point, and I can't breathe."

"Too bad," she said. "But this is just getting even for those naked dames that I've had to watch when I went with you to those horrid shows in Vegas. I think it is revolting to watch those women parading around with those little g-strings and those naked breasts. Enough to make a woman vomit, and I will not be satisfied till you've been forced to endure a naked male show."