RACIAL SWAP-NIGHT Part 3

Eddie drove to his afternoon group unable to concentrate on anything but the memory of the wild night of uninhibited sex with Sally Dunn. She could still feel her lips around his cock sucking him dry as he parked his car. She had sucked every last ounce of sperm from his cock like she was dehydrated in the desert.
Suddenly the woman that he could see in his mind’s eye stuck her head out of the rear of the pro shop and called, “Eddie, you’re wanted on the telephone.”
“Okay, Sally, thanks,” he called loping across the parking lot to the telephone in the pro shop.
“Yes,” he said into the telephone, “Eddie Frampton here.”
“Eddie it’s Nina Marsdale. I’d like to have a little talk with you today. What’s your group schedule like today?”
“Well, let’s see,” he said uncertainly. What the hell did Nina Marsdale want with him? “I have a group in a couple of minutes at one, and then one at two, and I think that’s it. I should be through here by four at the latest. What is it?”
“I don’t wish to discuss it on the telephone, Eddie. Why don’t you meet me for a drink about four. How about the Carlton Hill Hotel cocktail lounge?”
The mysterious tone of her voice and the urgency she projected to him, her words surging through his consciousness, held him absolutely intrigued.
“Well, all right, Mrs. Marsdale, if it’s important, I’ll be there. Carlton Hill at four.”
“That’s a good little boy!” she said and then she hung up.
“Did I hear correctly?” Eddie asked himself stunned that the wife of his boss would be so flippant with him.
He didn’t have time to dwell on it. He had a group to teach and then there would be the matter of breaking the news that he wouldn’t be home again this evening to Alyce. Things were certainly getting busy for the young tennis pro.
Between his next group lessons he called his wife.
“Alyce,” he said. “I won’t be back for dinner tonight. They’re having a board meeting tonight and deciding whether they can expand the club facilities and I have to be here. I don’t know how late it’s going to be so don’t hold dinner and don’t wait up for me.”
She was instantly suspicious. Two late nights in a row. Just what was happening with her husband? But the young wife still felt a bit foolish about thwarting her husband’s advances and she didn’t want to start a row so she choked back the angry tirade that threatened to rush forth from her mouth.
“Okay, Eddie,” was all she could manage. “I love you.”
“Oh, Alyce, I love you too. Now don’t go getting all worked up because we’re separated once in a while. Why don’t you call up one of your friends and go to the movies or something?” he said trying to distract her from his guilt.
“Maybe I will,” she said none too convincingly. “See you later, dear.”

*****

For some reason after his last private lesson before his meeting with Nina Marsdale, Eddie took a long soothing shower and shaved. He patted on some after shave he kept in his locker and carefully dried his hair.
Now, he was glad that he had as he sat side by side with Nina Marsdale in a booth in the dimly lit cocktail lounge of the Carlton Hill Hotel. Eddie decided to have the same drink that Nina ordered, a dry martini, and over their drinks they sat chatting of trivialities as they became acquainted with each other.
Eddie was struck by the petite, yet exotic beauty of the woman. There was the Oriental mystery of her slanted eyes, her jet black hair cut in a precision style flattering to straight hair, the fashionable fit of her dress, revealing her petitely perfect body, the vivacity of her smile, and her animated stimulating conversation. Why had she chosen this place to talk to him and what was it she wanted to talk to him about, for she still had not revealed to him an inkling of the nature of their meeting.
“Eddie,” she suddenly became serious, “what are your future plans at Marina? Do you aim for the board or do you want to be a tennis bum all your life?”
Wary now and even slightly angry at her boldness, he said, “Are those loaded questions?”
“Well, I haven’t told a single soul this, but I would like to move onto the board. You know I took a degree in business administration in college and I have worked in public relations before coming to Marina. I took the job because I couldn’t stand sitting at a desk, nine to five, anymore, but now I’m wondering how long these legs are going to stand up in say another ten years? I would like a future with Marina, definitely.”
Nina listened attentively, then cut in, “So you do have some ambition?”
“Yes, I suppose so,” he said, “don’t most of us want to get somewhere in life.”
“And what do you want out of life, Eddie? Surely more than just a chance at a new position.”
“Well, I’d like to have a family. Of course, Alyce and I have only been married for a couple of months but…”
“But what… you’re not having such great luck in the sack, is that it?” she asked dropping the bombshell on all the previously innocuous conversation.
The handsome tennis pro stared at her open mouthed, not knowing what this Oriental woman was getting at… what was she hinting at?
“Why… Alyce is from a very religious Mormon background and she’s a little uptight, but we’re working it out.”
“And while you’re working it out,” she questioned a lewd little smile playing about her lips, “you’ve found some new outlets for your sexual frustration?”
He was really getting hot under the collar now. How dare this woman who was practically a stranger to him make these insinuations. “Just what are you driving at Mrs. Marsdale,” he asked coldly.
“Don’t be coy, stud,” she whispered hoarsely, “I saw a little video tape of you and Sally Dunn with your cock rammed down her throat. Now I don’t know whether you’re aware of it up ‘til now but at Marina we usually share and share alike.”
“Jesus Christ!” he gasped a scarlet flush creeping up from his neck. Then he saw the smoky light smoldering in her almond shaped eyes and he guessed what was going to be her next pitch.
“What do you want with me, Mrs. Marsdale?” he asked already knowing the answer.
“You, stud,” she said, her voice low, throaty, sexy, placing a hand on his thigh and moving it in small massaging circles inching upward to his cock.
Eddie’s prick was instantly alert, the blood racing to engorge it, his scrotum tightening below, as her hand caressed him, making him feel that he was in some kind of weird dream. It couldn’t be reality. How could reality be his boss’s wife sitting at a booth in a cocktail lounge massaging his cock to a throbbing, jerking, almost instantaneous erection when he hardly knew her?
“Me? Are you sure?” he said stupidly with the excitement rising in him. “I mean, you’re Clay’s wife and all…”
Her eyes rolled upward and she stated coolly. “Clay and I are adults. He has his affairs and I have mine. The arrangement works out beautifully.”
“But what about the videotape?” he asked.
“Don’t worry about it, there’s a lot of tape floating around the club that has nothing to do with poor volleying on the part of the new students. There are other things to occupy your mind, now.”
He reached for her thigh, lying warmly beside his, but she put him off with a gentle hand.
“Not yet,” she warned, her eyes promising him a future with her that looked very, very rosy. “We can get a room here.”
“Okay, let’s do it!” he said huskily.
Instantly, they rose, threading their way through the lounge; he grateful for the subdued lighting, as he walked with his hand in his pockets, trying to hide the obvious bulge of his hardened erect cock, inside his pants.
In minutes they had gone through the farce of registration with a disinterested hotel clerk and found themselves in a rather plush suite.
Eddie was to find this a day of surprises for the Oriental woman went straight to the telephone and ordered room service to bring up a bottle and a cocktail shaker. It was obvious to the young man that Nina had done this kind of thing before.
As she went into the bathroom he watched the ripple of her buttocks under the tight dress, her thighs clearly outlined under the tight material, the contour of her body exciting him, and he felt the familiar surge of blood into his cock. Christ! He’d never had a Chinese woman before.
He answered the knock on the door and let in the room service clerk who was wheeling a cart with ice bucket, bottles and glasses. He tipped the man not daring to look at the bill he had just signed.
Shit! What the fuck am I doing here in this swanky hotel with my boss’s wife? This little setup is going to cost me a week’s wages. I’m really flipping out. First, Sally Dunn and now Nina Marsdale but it’s Nina that can really jeopardize my job even though she was the one that initiated this whole thing… And what about Alyce? This is hardly fair to her. We’ve only been married for three months, for Christ’s sake and already I’m screwing around on her like mad.
Eddie was so caught up in his guilty thoughts that he had not even realized that the Oriental woman was back in the living room of the hotel suite, until her voice came to him from the center of the room. Apparently, she had taken it upon herself to mix the drinks already and now she had two glasses in her hands as she moved toward him.
“You didn’t have to wait for me. You could have done the drinks,” she said.
Dumbly, he took the glass from her hands. Her words meant nothing to him. He could only stand and stare at her dumbly.
She was incredibly beautiful. She wore a tightly fitted, floor length, Oriental costume of white silk brocade, shining dully in the soft glow from the muted lights of the big room. The dress shimmered and played over her body as she walked sensuously toward him, and he saw that the garment was split from floor to waist, exposing and hiding her legs alternately with each step. There was something forbidden but exciting about the high, mandarin collar that enfolded her neck, covering her chastely as indeed, the entire dress did, except for this sleekly trim legs which were hidden from his view entirely, only when she stopped before him.
Nina stood, looking up at him, the smokiness in her almond-shaped eyes revealing her mood. She reached out to put a hand on his athletically muscular arm.
“Eddie, I’m so glad that you could meet me,” she said a trifle breathlessly in that sing-song voice of hers.
“So am I, but I’m… uh… a little embarrassed about this. I mean even what you said about Clay and his affairs… and all… still…”
“For God’s sake, Eddie. Let’s get over that shall we. I didn’t come up here to discuss our respective spouses. That would be too dull for words. Now let’s make a little excitement, shall we?” she said after her eyes glimmering like two hot slits.
“Agreed,” he said.
The Chinese woman sank gracefully to the floor pulling the cushions from the sofa onto the floor to sit on. She arranged herself on the pillow with her legs tucked underneath and sipped her drink and motioned for him to sit beside her.
The young tennis pro took a huge swallow from his glass and sat down awkwardly on the floor. He wondered, as he lowered himself, whether or not she would have anything on under that fabulous dress she wore.
“What a lovely dress,” he said.
“Thank you. I bought it this afternoon when I knew I was going to be seeing you.”
“Oh, Nina,” he groaned, “you’re fabulous. I want you so much. I can’t help myself.”
With that he reached for her and she came eagerly into his arms, her lips searching for and finding his. Their mouths welded together and their tongues probed, tasting, savoring and exciting each other. His big hands explored her small, exquisite body; her curves under the material of the dress he found unencumbered by other garments. He felt her breasts, massaged them, feeling their smooth firmness under his hand and reveling in the feel of them, wanted them free and naked in his hands now.
Upwardly, his hand slid on her back to her neck, found the zipper, grasped it and gave a long smooth pull to her waist. She shrugged her shoulders and the garment fell forward, exposing her whole body to the navel. He feasted his eyes for a moment upon the golden loveliness of her.
Instantly, his mouth was on her, kissing and caressing those magnificent, mounding orbs of her femaleness, as his hands kneaded her, grasping a nipple and teasing it to erectness in his fingers.
The Oriental beauty lay back upon the cushions forcing him to follow. With a deft movement she removed the dress from her hips and legs, and she was completely nude before his lustful gaze, the swell of her hips, the long tapering legs, those supple dancer’s legs, exciting him even more. His cock jerked inside his trousers, making its bid for freedom.
“Let’s get those clothes off of you,” she said.
Her small, cool hands were efficient, they moved with sure knowledge on his body, and he was soon stripped of his clothing, revealing his manhood, stiffly alert, throbbingly engorged.
“Fantastic!” she said, reaching out to fondle the hardness and length of him, moving the slack skin, experimentally to expose the blood-red head; then she lay back, suddenly, pulling him on top of her.
His cock came naturally to rest in the soft, hair-lined furrow of her cunt as she captured it, forcing the length of him to lie huge and thick against her, its pressure seeming to arouse her instantly.
“Do you want to fuck me?” she asked.
“Christ, yes!” he gasped, his breath beginning to come heavily, labored.
“Well tell me, then. Tell me what you want to do!”
“I really want to fuck, Nina,” he said, his rough hands digging into both her breasts, squeezing them through his fingers like they were bread dough.
“How do you want it? How do you want to fuck me?” she hissed lasciviously into his ear.
“I want to fuck you so you scream for more!” Eddie vowed with intensity.
“Yes, baby. Kill me with your big cock! Fuck me hard till I scream!” she whispered hoarsely.
“Oh, yes, yes, baby, baby,” he grunted, trying to recapture her lips.
“You’ll do anything I want?” she queried, her eyes closed, breath coming in little short gasps.
“Anything you want… anything,” Eddie promised.
“Then do it now!” she said, a moan coming deeply from her throat. “Fuck me! Ram your gigantic piece of meat into my cunt and fuck me like you’ve never fucked before! Fuck me now!”
And with that, Nina raised her legs, obscenely flexing them, and reached down between their loins to grip his huge, blood-engorged prick in her tiny hand, guiding it expertly between the lips of her warmly ready pussy, where she moved the knob of it up and down in the moist furrow, parting the soft, dark hair of the vaginal opening with the throbbing cudgel and moving the foreskin back and forth several times, until he felt it grow even harder in her hand. He could wait no more.
Firmly, with demanding pressure, he moved his hips against her. She felt the strength of him and placed the cowled head of his cock at the cunt-lipped opening of her, the tip of it resting just inside. She was ready for him now, and he drove his gargantuan rod of flesh long, deep and hard into her female softness.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… Eddie… oooooohhhhhhhhhhh!” she groaned beneath him as he felt the vaginal muscles give way with the onslaught and his cock was in her carnal canal, the warm, elastic, inner lining slipping wetly along his length, clinging to his hardened flesh, clasping him, claiming him and absorbing him to the hilt, his testicles swinging below, slapped against the cheeks of her upturned buttocks, as he rammed the giant phallus into her throbbing, widesplit cleft without mercy.
She screamed with the first entry of it, as Eddie struck bottom, his cock flicking past her cervix. Her hips twisted under him, screwing them back and down to escape the sudden penetration; but, he thrust all the harder into her, trying to cram the last bit of his massive prick up into her soft, pliant pussy.
Momentarily, he stopped, letting her cunt adjust to him, resting on top of her with his huge, fleshy rod skewering her to the floor. She opened her eyes wide, smiling smokily up at him now, the feeling of being stuffed once again with cock pleasing her immensely.
“Oh, you’re so huge,” she moaned. “I adore it. It’s so marvelous to have a big cock in your cunt!”
Her hips began to move under him, then; first, in tiny circles, tantalizingly, changing to longer back and forth strokes, screwing her ass back, forcing withdrawal, only to move forward again, her cunt sliding and climbing up his giant pole, as she impaled herself fully on the thick length of him; finally, she moved with wildly gyrating buttocks, the smoldering sensuality blown to a raging furnace in her crotch.
The adulterous husband was in a rapture of his own. Eddie felt the fire of her, the wonderful feeling of her moist, clasping pussy moving around him driving him wild. He braced himself on his knees and elbows above her wildly thrashing body, letting her hungry cunt slither itself up and down the rigid length of his cock at will. A couple of times he bucked forward on her upstroke, driving the growing head of his member almost through the back wall of her womb.
Then he began to move with her, grinding his pelvis onto hers, his cock moving in and out rhythmically, and she strained back at him, finally matching her movements to his, so that he pistoned her smoothly.
Nina moaned in ecstasy beneath him, welcoming his pounding pelvis, lifting her ass up to him, arching off the floor to meet him, her legs opening and closing around his waist, fucking back at his rampaging prick in the chanting rhythm of sexual surrender.
“Harder… deeper… fuck me… fuck me… harder… come on… deeper… get in farther… farther in my cunt!”
Her words bit into him, driving him on to plunging insanity, as he fucked into her, ramming and cramming with redoubled effort.
Nina’s mouth gaped open and her head flailed from side to side as he went in deeper, faster, his cock growing each moment, filling her vaginal tunnel with its rock-hard maleness. He pulled her knees up to her chest, her crotch exposed, vulnerable, inviting him to plumb her sexual depths.
“I want more! More cock! Let’s do something different!” she gasped.
“Just tell me what you want,” he panted.
“Come, my big handsome stud, let me up and I’ll teach you a new way to fuck!” she promised.
He pulled out of her and rolled to his side, as she scrambled lithely to her knees, kneeling on a soft pillow, presenting her with her luscious backside, waggling it in his face teasingly. He could see the slightly spread lips of her softly hair-lined pussy smiling at him, and above, the tight puckered ring of her asshole was beckoning lasciviously to him.
Her voice was shaky. “Kneel behind me, Eddie!”
Excitedly, he moved into position, his cock jutting impatiently out toward the soft, quivering crevice. She reached back between her legs and grasped his prick, guiding it to her cunt lips where she dipped the head of it in the moistness of her, lubricating it well; then she moved the great blood-engorged tip to the entrance of her tiny, brownish-colored anus, smearing the viscous liquid on that opening to prepare it for his giant-sized spear’s penetration.
“Spread my asscheeks with your hands. I’ll guide your cock in my asshole!” she whispered.
Eddie reached down, grasping a smooth, trembling cheek in each hand and carefully spread them apart, revealing the vulnerable brown opening of her tight, flexing anal passage.
“Now, gently, slowly, put it into my asshole,” she instructed him with bated, excited breath.
Softly, with her fingers she pressed the large, smooth head against the rubber nether ring and he strained, moving slowly and with constant and increasing force, until with a faint popping noise, the head slipped in and he could feel the tantalizing, elastic muscles clasping him strongly, the tight, yet soft, sponginess of her back passage giving him a series of sensations that he had never before experienced. His sensitive glans were trapped, almost painfully; then he felt her anus begin to relax inside.
“Okay! Shove it in all the way!” she hissed at him, lowering her shoulders to a cushion and swiveling her head to look back at him.
Eddie flexed his pelvis and shoved harder, the length and breadth of his cock disappearing completely inside. Instinctively he paused not moving to allow time for her rear passage to adjust to his invasion.
“Uuuuunnnnnggggggg… now… pull it out… all the way out,” she said with excitement mounting in her voice.
The tennis pro’s mammoth member came out of her with a rush, and she expertly lowered it to her cunt lips.
“Okay, now inside my cunt…”
Willing to go along with her exciting game, he moved forward, burying his thickness deep up into the straining moistness of her pussy.
“Now, back in my asshole… and then back in my cunt… oohhh. Eddie… fuck me… fuck me… fuck me…”
Eddie needed no further instructions from his Oriental seductress. He pulled from her cunt and she guided it to her anus again. This time it went in smoothly. She was more relaxed, and he rammed it in with wild ecstatic abandon. The woman gasped with pleasure as he pulled from her, she guiding the cock to her cunt, where he plunged his cock in her to the hilt, his balls slapping resoundingly into the soft, inner smoothness of her thighs.
Now the pattern was established. He began to move in and out of her, alternating between anus and vagina, long rampaging strokes, backed by his powerful legs and pelvis, and she guided it with accuracy in the alternation, screwing her hips back at him to get deeper penetration in each orifice.
Nina mewled, gurgled and groaned, the sounds coming from deep in her throat, interspersed with sharp gasps of pleasure as his mighty ramrod of flesh pistoned in and out of her cunt and asshole. She was approaching her orgasm, her breath came in fitful jerks, as he moved in and out of both hungry holes, the sensations engulfing and consuming her, and she was filled and fulfilled, the dizzying heights of her climax visible to her as that magnificent stem of hardened lust ravished her almost beyond endurance…
“Yes… it’s marvelous… it’s heaven… fuck… fuck…” she panted in rhythm, chanting a sexual litany. “In my ass… in my cunt… in my ass… in my cunt… fuck me… fuck me… fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”
She was practically screaming now, faster and faster she chanted to him, demanding her climax, wanting it to come, but wanting it to go on forever, too.
In moments she was transported to the fiery brink of a volcanic crater, the smoking, steamy heat of it enveloping her, searing into her loins, flaming through her mind, until with a groan her orgasm released her in spasms of pleasurable euphoria, and she floated through space, down, down into the burning depths of her sexual pleasure.
Surprisingly, to her lust-crazed mind, she was not burned at all. Her release came and she was in the hotel suite, on the floor, Eddie’s cock still plunging into her with relentless force.
“Oooooooohhhh. God… Jesus… aaaaaaaaaa uuuuuuu ggggg hh… I’m cuuu mmm ii nnn ggggg… cccc uuuuuu mmmmmmmmmm iiiiiii nnnnn gggg…” she screamed in sensual agony of orgasmic ecstasy.
As Nina screamed, Eddie knew that he was near himself. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her hard back against him. He was up her asshole, and he kept his cock there, moving faster, longer and harder into her straining, tightly clenching back passage, ramming into her, the sensations in him growing ever more intense. He could feel the beginnings of his own ejaculation, as his hardened flesh fucked into her like a well-oiled machine, the piston of him moving in her cylinder with increasing power. Now, his sperm-loaded balls began to jerk, the pumping action evident of the length of his penis.
Suddenly, it was there, spewing in hosing jets of white, viscous semen far up into her rectum, while spasms of pure, animalistic pleasure shot through him, flashing in electric jolts through his mind and shuddering through his body in wave after wave of nerve-tingling sexuality. His cock continued to pump for several moments as he collapsed on top of her, lying on her back, prone, as she lay under him on her stomach.
“My God,” he said hoarsely, panting for breath, “I’ve never had anything like that!”
“Mmmmmmmmm… you like… huh?” she asked.
“I’ve never had a woman like you,” he said, his prick still jerking in her, “It was just the most fabulous thing I’ve ever had.”
“Well, we have plenty of other things to try too,” she promised. “That is, of course, if you’re interested.”
“Interested!” he said without hesitation. “I’ll be your slave if you’ll do that again.”
With those words he rolled from atop her, retrieved their drinks, lit cigarettes for them, and they stretched out comfortably on the cushions in front of the window.
Clay Marsdale had been in the bathroom all the time, playing with his new toy, the video tape camera. Fortunately, Nina had maneuvered his young employee onto the floor so all their grunts and groans of sexual abandon would be picked up by the small floor mike concealed by the leg of the sofa. Obviously, both of them were satiated and that made Clay happy too. Voyeurism was one of his favorite diversions. Jesus Christ, he thought, my little wife is some woman. No wonder I’m never bored. I’ve never known a woman who likes to fuck as much as my little Oriental firecracker. She’d have a cock in her twenty-four hours a day if she could. In her ass… her cunt… her mouth…
Shit! I hope she’s coming home soon. I’ve got a big hard cock I want to ram into her myself. I don’t think Eddie Frampton needs to have a three-way laid on him right now although Nina certainly likes to have two cocks in her.
The director of the Marina Tennis Clinic stretched out on the floor of the bathroom partially in the hallway of the suite just in time to see Nina’s lips encircling Eddie’s cock, manipulating him to flesh-hardened, blood-engorged readiness.
I guess I’ll just have to concentrate on what it’s going to be like when I fuck Eddie’s wife.
Alyce had not wanted to wait up for Eddie but she could not sleep and the sleeping pill she had taken the other night made her feel so groggy the next day that she did not want to go through that again. She tossed and turned and tossed so more, every few moments looking at the clock which seemed almost to have stopped, time was going so slowly. Finally at 5AM when she could see a little bit of daylight beginning to filter through the bedroom drapes, she heard him. She was too distraught for a confrontation with her husband so she feigned sleep; although she lay under the blankets like a coiled spring, listening to him undress. After what seemed like hours, Eddie crawled into bed beside her.
Still pretending that she was sound asleep, restlessly, she moved closer to him, snuggling into his back and throwing an arm over his body. Eddie turned away, gently removing her arm, and moved away to his side of the king-sized bed.
Feeling like she had been punched in the stomach by his unconscious rejection of her, Alyce smothered her face in the pillow and tried to keep from screaming out her sorrow.
The next day there was to be some sort of open house at the tennis club for new members so Eddie did not have to get up early. He rose and went downstairs to make his protein drink in the blender. Alyce was sitting in the kitchen, tensely, going over the newspaper with blank eyes and she did not greet him when he came into the kitchen.
Complete silence reigned although the atmosphere was charged with vibrations so heavy they could have been sliced and packaged.
Eddie dressed and almost left the house without saying goodbye when he remembered something.
“Oh, by the way, Alyce, don’t forget we’re going over to the Marsdale’s tonight…”
“Okay,” she said, not looking up from her paper.
Then he was gone. Alyce got up and watched him until he was out of sight, then she slammed the door and stumbled up to her bedroom in a fit of rage. At least he could have the decency to let me know what he’s up to, she fumed. I am owed some kind of explanation for his behavior the last week. If it’s another woman, I want to know. I have the right to know.
Realizing that she was hardly going to solve any of her problems by lying in bed, she decided to busy herself with some of the things she had been putting off. Still angry, she began wandering around the house picking up the dirty clothes to take to the laundry. In the bathroom hamper she found one of Eddie’s tennis shirts and covering the little embroidered racquet in the corner was a big smear of red lipstick!
Alyce thought she almost could have rationalized that lipstick. It could have been an enthusiastic student or something but it was the hardened, thick glob on the inside of his shorts that convicted him in her mind. She stared at the whitish blob of his cum and knew now without a doubt that he had been with another woman! Eddie, her husband of three months was tucking around!
Once again, feeling like she had been punched in the stomach, Alyce wondered just how much she could stand. Dully, she walked over to the sofa, not feeling like taking her husband’s cum-stained laundry to the cleaners but not knowing what else to do.
Dully, her eyes fixed themselves on the small bar. She went to it, like a magnet poured herself a stiff tumbler of scotch and drank it off in four gulps, feeling the fiery liquid boil into her guts, numbing her brain and tingling through her tense body. She wanted to stop the raging thoughts; push them into oblivion, anything to blot out the memory, the knowledge that her husband was already involved in an affair with another woman after only a few months of marriage.
Alyce was confident of her looks, indeed she knew that she was beautiful and desirable. As if to check, she went into the bathroom, removed her robe and looked at herself in the full-length mirror.
Critically, she examined her reflection, smoothing her hands over generous breasts and the swell of hips and thighs, turning to look at the rounded, firm buttocks and finding no flaw in her svelte figure. She knew that she was fully developed, feminine and capable of much love.
Now, she examined the soft, fleecy triangle of her pubic mound, turned to examine, in turn, the tight split of her vaginal opening; finally, standing again, using her hands to pull up her breasts to full mounds of femaleness, trying to pose provocatively, lewdly, obscenely. She found the poses totally alien to her character.
Her own face came back into focus and she was startled for a second. She had been sick with worry and her face showed it.
What am I going to do?
Suddenly the front doorbell sounded and Alyce barely hesitated. She certainly was not in the mood for any company but she did not want to be caught in the middle of the day still in her bathrobe. Hurriedly, she grabbed a summer shift from the closet, shrugging it on over her and smoothing it down over her hips and breasts not bothering to put on panties or a bra. Rapidly, she ran a brush through her golden hair and went to answer the front door.
Standing there his hands on his hips not in his usual tennis garb was Clay Marsdale, her husband’s boss.
She was startled. “Why, Mr. Marsdale, what can I do for you? Eddie’s already gone over to the open house.”
“I didn’t come here to see Eddie,” he said in a very stern sounding voice. “May I come in? It’s important.”
“Oh, certainly,” she swung the door wide for him. “Please come in. Forgive me. I’m a little out of it today,” she said, stumbling over her words.
Marsdale entered and sat down on the edge of a chair and refused her offer for refreshment, liquid or otherwise.
“Something very important has come up,” he said in a very menacing tone.
Alyce was really mystified. Why would Clay Marsdale have anything important to discuss with her?
“What is it, Mr. Marsdale?” she began. Worriedly, she sank down on the sofa, being careful of the manner of her sitting, aware that she had no underwear on in front of this strange man.
Clay leered at her barely able to conceal his lust. His eyes had caught the fact that she was not wearing anything underneath her summer shift; additionally, he had caught the smell of liquor on her breath, and he knew that all was not well in the Frampton household.
“Mrs. Frampton, there’s no need now for beating about the bush,” he said his lips pulling back into a tight line. “No doubt, you are aware of the fact that your husband did not arrive home until almost daylight and that he probably offered no explanation for his behavior.”
Alyce gasped and covered her face from him with acute humiliation. She didn’t answer him. Dear God, did everyone know about Eddie’s infidelity except her?
“You know, don’t you?” his voice was harsh, demanding.
“Yes,” she said dully.
“Do you have any idea where he was during those long hours away from you?” he probed unmercifully, acting like some kind of inquisitor of prisoners.
“No, I don’t,” her voice squeaked out.
“I know where he was!” He had waited quietly for a couple of moments before dropping his bombshell.
Alyce’s reaction was immediate. Her head jerked up. She stared in horror, her face a mask of stunned hopelessness. “Where… how can you know?”
“I know where your husband was BECAUSE HE WAS WITH MY WIFE, NINA!”
The young blonde wished at that moment that a hole would open in her living room floor so she could be swallowed up and would not have to face this shock and embarrassment. She again covered her lovely young face with her hands, blocking her from his leering gaze.
“With Nina… your wife?” she stuttered out almost inaudibly from behind her hands.
“Yes, in fact, I filmed the entire thing on video tape and I want you to come over to my house to see it,” he said.
“Dear God, no!” she cried and flung herself down on the couch, her dress rising with her movement to reveal her long, smoothly tapering legs to the lustful gaze of Clay Marsdale.
He allowed her to stay that way for a few moments, then went to sit beside her on the couch to soothe her with words of sympathy.
“Now, now, Mrs. Frampton. I know how you must feel. How shocking it is to find out that your husband has been unfaithful.”
Then, gently, he raised her up, continuing. “But you must remember that I’ve been cuckolded too. My own wife was with your husband!”
“Of course, you’re right,” she murmured, “I’d almost forgotten.”
“Now, Mrs. Frampton, I don’t know what you propose to do about your husband, but I assure you that I am going to take some kind of action and soon!” he said, almost frightening her with the force of his words.
Uncertainty and confusion were swirling through her. She did not want to have to make decisions at a time like this. “I just don’t know. I need some time to think…”
Marsdale continued on. “I’ve had a little more time to think about it. I’m not at all sure that I want to divorce my wife for her… uh… indiscretion. I don’t want to go through that at this time. But, I must say that the need for revenge is strong in me…”
Alyce stared at him, wide-eyed, not understanding what he was driving at. “What do you mean?” she asked.
“I think that we should pay them back. I think that they should know what it’s like to have the same thing done to them!” He smiled at her suggestively, lewdly, his voice taking on a seductive tone.
Alyce turned crimson, fully understanding his proposal now. “Why, Mr. Marsdale, that’s absolutely outrageous. I’m not interested in pursuing that line at all.”
“But that’s the only way that we can make them see the light. Make them confront themselves to know if they really care. It’s the only way of getting back our partners,” he purred.
His reasoning escaped her, but his smooth convincing presentation of the idea seemed somewhat of a solution. She couldn’t agree with him, but neither could she really have any way of knowing what to do in a situation like this where she had no experience. After all, Eddie had certainly broken their marriage vows. But two wrongs do not make a right.
“Oh, Mr. Marsdale, maybe what you say is right. I don’t know,” she said doubtfully.
“Of course, I’m right,” he stated firmly. “Now, let’s have a little drink. I feel so uptight, I need something to relax.”
“I don’t think so…” she began.
“Oh come on, Mrs. Frampton. You do have a drink every once in a while don’t you?” he asked, his gaze penetrating her.
He knows. He can smell the scotch I had before he came.
“Okay, what’ll be?” he asked, automatically going for the bar and then stopping, “with your permission, of course.”
“Go ahead, Mr. Marsdale,” she said, her voice disinterested, lifeless, now all thoughts on her husband’s adultery.
“Maybe we can get a little less formal. My name’s Clay. May I call you Alyce? I hope if we are contemplating some plan of action we are at least going to be on a first name basis.”
The young blonde wife was really shocked now. “You don’t really mean that you’re considering… what you suggested… intimated… before…?”
“I don’t see why not?” he leered. “What’s sauce for the goose is…”
She was visibly disturbed. She had no intention of pretending or otherwise to be an adulteress.
Marsdale poured some stiff drinks and brought one over to her.
They sat and chatted while Alyce nervously sipped the glass of straight scotch, and before she knew it the glass was empty. Clay watched her closely.
He moved in quickly. “Another drink, my dear?” he asked.
“No, thanks. I rarely drink. Well, all right, but just a small one this time, it’s still afternoon.”
The scotch was beginning to make her feel a little reckless; additionally a small bolt of electrical energy had balled itself, racing through her body, along her nerve endings to unleash its force in a gigantic stab at her genitals. The pleasant, though unusual, sensations produced in her naked loins beneath her dress signaled that she was feeling the effects of the alcohol. She recognized the sensual sensations, but she was sure that she was in complete possession of her mind and senses.
While Clay was pouring her another drink, she tried not to let the image of her husband copulating with Nina Marsdale take shape. How awful! How could Eddie do this to me?
The more she thought about it the more she became aware of the insistent, seething, sensations in her, and thought for a fleeting second that it would serve Eddie right if she were to play at the same game. She soon pushed that thought from her mind. No! I just can’t do it!
Clay returned to her, handing her the tall glass of scotch. She looked up at him, seeing him for the first time. She saw a stocky, powerfully built man with dark hair, heavy features, and she noted the satisfied leer on his face as he resumed the seat opposite her, lounging back in it to wait.
That’s it! He’s waiting like a cat waiting for a canary!
Suddenly Alyce had had enough.
“Mr. Marsdale, I’m not going to have any part of this,” she said with determination.
Calmly he said. “It’s already been decided. You and I are going to bed and I’m going to fuck you!”
“No!” she gasped. “I won’t do it!”
“Let’s put it another way then. If you don’t then your husband will be out of a job.”
“You wouldn’t…”
Marsdale remained as cool as a cucumber. “Just finish your drink, Alyce. You’re going to enjoy this,” he said soothingly.
His words and the alcohol were beginning to have their effect on the confused wife. She slumped back on the cushions of the couch, sliding down dejectedly, her dress riding up to show the smoothness of her thighs. She didn’t care now. She was trapped. Everything seemed hopeless. Let him ogle her legs if that’s what he wanted.
Clay waited for a few moments before he reached for her, his hand going out to rest gently on her inner thigh, above the knee, feeling the silky, smooth warmth of her as his hand moved upward, slowly, massaging the creamy flesh until he had reached the hem of her dress; then her legs parted almost imperceptibly, involuntarily, and he moved on upward confidently, the fingers of his hand exploring her searchingly.
Now he was up to the pubic hair, unconfined, the blonde down of her softly curling crotch inciting him, inflaming him with hot passion.
Alyce sat, unmoving, except for the involuntary relaxing of her thigh muscles to allow him access to the juncture of her thighs, but she was a mass of rolling sensations. Her body had reacted to him against her will, the sensitive nerve endings, inflamed by the liquor, had a mind of their own. She dimly realized that whether or not she wanted it, her reasoning mind was no longer in command. Her body was betraying her. She couldn’t help herself.
His voice came in a fog. “Let’s go to your bedroom!”
He pulled her, zombie-like, from the sofa and guided her firmly toward the bedroom.
“Get undressed!” he ordered.
Trance-like, Alyce turned her back on him and pulled the dress over her head, then in grim acceptance, she lay down naked on the bed, her legs held tight together, her arms folded over her naked breasts and daring not to look at him.
“Turn over on your stomach!” His voice was getting raspy.
Clay Marsdale, still fully clothed, sat down on the bed. Reaching out stubby fingers, he began to trace the outlines of her loveliness, lightly drawing his hand over her back and down across the swelling protuberances of the twin orbs of her smooth-skinned buttocks; then, down over her legs, allowing the fingers to drift up in the inside of her thighs, back to her smooth, white bottom, where he paused to massage and knead, his fingers digging in on the silky skin.
His voice was soft, seductive now. “You have a gorgeous body, Alyce.”
Then his lips were on her neck, kissing her wetly, his tongue tracing along on down her back, crouching over her as he came to her buttocks, on down her legs to the ankles, back up to the knees, paying special attention to the inside surface of them. His mouth was hot on the outside of her thighs, as he approached the juncture, where he burrowed briefly into the mysterious dark crevice.
Finally, after what seemed eons of time to Alyce, he had traversed the full length of her body, down and back up to her neck; then, to her ears, where he inserted the tip of his tongue to tantalize a hole there, running his wet tongue around the rim of it.
The young blonde wife shuddered. The slow burning and banked fires in her were partially uncovered, as he had kissed her, and suddenly, she was aware that her body was a raging inferno of fiery sensations, all of which were being generated in her loins.
Oh no! It’s starting to feel like I’m on fire down there! He’s driving me crazy. Oh, God. Help me!
“Turn over!” he commanded. “I want to see whether the front of you is as luscious as the back.”
Compliantly, she turned to her back. His tongue darted instantly across the tip of one nipple, his mouth dipping to take the whole aureole in his lips while a hand stroked the other breast, cupping the milk white mound, then kneading it hard, his thumb and forefinger teasing the nipple to painful erectness.
Alyce felt the rampaging electricity in her rapidly moistening vagina, and she mewled involuntarily with the pleasurable sensation, knowing that she wanted him. Wanted his cock absorbed into her raging loins.
His tongue trailed moistly across her body, stopping momentarily to screw into her navel, then teasingly on downward to the soft blonde curls at the triangle of her belly and thighs.
Her legs which she had kept clamped tightly together began involuntarily to relax, her thighs opening slightly to his probing of her private, feminine parts. His tongue was now replaced by his hand. He inserted an exploratory finger into the soft, hair-lined crease, forcing it down, until he found the canopied bud of her clitoris and rubbed his hard finger against it, grunting with satisfaction as it began to grow, blood-engorged, under his titillation of it.
Dear God! What’s happening to me?
Unexplainably to her, she lost control of her legs. Her thighs suddenly, of their own volition, jerked open wide to him and his head dropped to her cunt, his mouth exploring her until he found the erect, pulsing clitoris in its canopy of slightly darker skin of the fleshy lips of her vulva. She moaned in an agony of pleasure as he found and captured the palpitating button between his teeth and held it lightly, running his tongue in circles around it, decreasing the radius, until at last he released it from his teeth, and his tongue concentrated on the tip of it exclusively.
“Stop it! Please, please, it’s driving me crazy!” she moaned in a helpless plea that she knew would not be answered by Clay.
The older man opened his mouth wider and moved downward. His tongue slithered into the viscous moistness of her throbbing cunt. With his head buried in the searing muskiness of her pussy, Clay could hear her whimpering mewls each time his tongue swirled around the inside of her velvety, tumescent and softly hair-lined vaginal opening. He drew her legs up and slid his arms under them so that his shoulders and arms were wedged between her now widely opened thighs. In the midst of tongue-fucking her he suddenly realized that within seconds she would be climbing the walls begging him to fuck her.
Marsdale then slipped both of his hands underneath her thighs and pushed them up further, allowing her legs to drape over his shoulders. He moved his hands on up to her buttocks, feeling the tiny undulations of them and pulled the cheeks up to him, his stubby fingers digging into her soft flesh.
Alyce cried out her pleasure and frustration as she felt his tongue plunge deeply into the liquid depths of her cunt. She wanted more of it. Instinctively, she reached for the thatch on his head, grasping it, tangling her fingers in the bristly scruff, she tried to pull his head farther into her as the pulsing, racing sensations of her passion engulfed her. She was helpless in its thrall, and she could but react animalistically to the sensual sexuality of his probing, searching tongue.
She could no longer think. She knew she had to have release from this punishing torment.
“Clay… I’ve got to have it… now! I want you to put your thing inside me… and do it…” she mumbled, begging him for release from her frustration.
Clay raised his head from her cunt to leer down at her lewdly. “Oh, so you’re getting off at last?” he stated.
“Yes… oh, please, do it to me!” she whispered between tightly clenched teeth, her eyes closed to shut out his obscenely ogling face.
“Say it properly, then!” he said quietly.
The insanely frustrated young blonde knew what he wanted her to say and she cast aside the Mormon Church to get what she wanted for the first time in her sexual life.
“Fuck me… stick your cock in my cunt… I want your cock fuck me fuck me, Clay… now!”
“Marvelous, you beautiful morsel… now, I want you to help me get my clothes off!” Her words were a prod of his own passion. His prick jerked and throbbed in the confines of his clothing. He had waited long and patiently while he had teased and tantalized this luscious piece of womanly flesh to advanced sexual need and he knew that she was going to be hot.
Alyce came off the bed, leaping to obey him instantly. With trembling fingers she helped him to strip off his clothing, gasping in disbelief as his giant cock was released from the imprisoning shorts. “No, my God! It’s too huge!” she mumbled involuntarily. She knew her own husband was exceptionally big but this man was a sin against nature, he was absolutely gigantic.
“Don’t you love it?” he leered.
“I’m afraid… I don’t think I can take it all,” she said wide-eyed with fear.
“You should learn more about it then. Take it in your mouth and suck it for a while!”
Instantly, she balked. “You must be mad! That’s perverted. I won’t! I won’t!”
“Jesus Christ! You really are right off the farm, aren’t you. What quaint little ideas you have about sex. Suck it, baby. Because I’m telling you right now… no suckee… no fuckee!”
He reached for her, running his hands over her breasts, tile curve of her waist and thighs, cupping her ass, pulling her loins to his and allowing his thick, lust-filled cock to slip between her thighs, the blood-red cowl of it coming to rest on the clitoral bud as he gently but firmly moved his hips against her in erotic stimulation.
The shock of the shiny, smooth head of his cock on her clitoris was almost more than she could tolerate at this point. She began to move in opposition to him, savoring the surging sensations it caused, moving in wild abandon, her hips gyrating and her moist cuntal lips sliding along the length of him.
Suddenly he pulled away from her and sat down on the edge of her bed, holding his prick in one hand, he used the other to pull her to a kneeling position between his legs; then he put his strong hand behind her neck and drew her head to his loins, stopping only when her face was scant inches from his massive member.
“Suck me!” he grunted.
Reluctantly, she lowered her lips to the blood-engorged tip of it and placed her lips there gingerly, kissing that monstrous cock, doing as he bid, knowing in her mind that it was wrong, but doing it because her body demanded orgasmic release from the sexual torture he had been inflicting upon her. Then, with deep revulsion she took the instrument into her mouth, tasting the pungent maleness of him, surprised at the soft, rubbery texture of the head, as she hollowed her lips in and out, sucking it as he had instructed her.
“Use your tongue!” he commanded.
The inexperienced young adulteress touched the head with her tongue and felt the jerking shock of it in him as she swirled her oral member around and around, finally trying to insert the tip of her tongue on the tiny, moistened orifice on the end. His hips began to move, shoving the length of his farther into her mouth.
Strangely, now, she began to feel even more sexual excitement, the pounding, crashing, rhythmic song of desire pulsing through her body demanding its resolution. Then she felt him lie back on the bed, his hands jerking her head upward and away from his ever-growing rod of flesh.
“Now, we’ll see how my cock fits in your cunt,” he said.
Alyce stood up as he moved his heavy body around to lie straight in the bed, on his back, his cock jutting up like a flagstaff.
“Straddle me, my dear,” he said, holding out his arms to her, “ride me like a horse.”
The young wife did not hesitate. She was too ready, far too far along. Instantly, she was atop him, her legs straddling his waist. She grasped his giant pole in her hands and guided it, unerringly to the moist warmth of her hungry cunt. She dropped her weight back on him, absorbing all of his prick within her in one movement, his rock-hard flesh ramming up into her vaginal vault, filling her completely and flicking past the tip of the cervix as it bottomed in her.
Suddenly, he flexed his hips upward, driving his cock even further into her as he felt the silky moistness of her pussy enveloping him with throbbing, searingly hot flesh, her body squirming above him uncontrollably.
She began to move now with wild abandon, rotating her hips and driving her cunt up and down his hardened cock, taking all of him in her velvet-lined cunt with each stroke. She found that by inching her body forward and supporting herself on her hands that she was able to move her hips more freely, and she began furiously to pump her soft, quivering buttocks up and down on him, faster and faster in the inexorable rhythm of love, locked fleshily to him by the erect phallus between them.
The fact that this was a new position for the usually shy inhibited wife did not even phase her. She was too absorbed in the concentration of sensations in her cunt. The freedom to move, to command her own direction and to set her own speed was sheer ecstasy, and she was lost in the morass of never-before-experienced sensations.
Bareback and bareassed, Alyce rose him as if she were riding a Brahma bull at a rodeo, taking all of his cock with every jump, unbridled and frantic, fucking him for all she was worth, her hips writhing and pounding against him, rising and falling, swirling in great grinding rotations, her breasts hanging to his chest, the nipples spiking into him, her belly rubbing sweatingly against his hairy loins, as she leaned further forward.
He held the thick length of his prick rigid for her, allowing her to move on him, her wet cunt sliding on his length, out of control. He could not match her beat, so he raised his hips higher, offering up his manhood in sacrifice while she danced the ritual sex dance above him. He put his clenched fists under his buttocks to raise his cock higher to her thrusting, pummeling cunt.
As if going for a blue ribbon, she rode the unbridled, mad bull of a man and it was a never-ending contest, until suddenly she was on the verge of winning the championship. She dashed her mount into it, and she felt it coming at last, a sort of molten lava surrounded and consumed her, the liquid racing through, inside her, and she was at the brink of cataclysmic orgasmic release she strived for which had been denied to her by her newlywed husband.
Clay, beneath her, had finally found the rhythm of her headlong ride and rose to meet her churning movements. He thrust up at her, measuring her with his searing rock-hard cock, trying to bury his fleshy shaft deeper into her belly, until they were one in the blazing, flashing inferno of orgasm.
Rockets lit up her brain as she felt the whole of her quivering, pent-up being brought to the brink, erupting in her belly like a Roman candle shooting forth its colorful stream of sparks into every part of her salaciously aroused body. His plunging cock brought her well-earned, spewing reward from her wildly panting labors.
Beneath her, she heard Clay’s harsh cry, frothing forth from his lips, and she could feel the jetting flood of his seminal fluid, sperm-laden, thickly white and viscous, hosing into her from that hardened instrument of lust and pleasure.
“Aauugghhh! It’s almost…” And with a desperate and final squatting, ramming motion, she forced his spewing prick deeply into her and she was there! “I’m… aaaahhhhh… ccummingg!”
Alyce Frampton sat up, his jerking cock still moving in her. She threw her arms high as if she had found true happiness at last.
In her dazed sexual reverie she leaned down to Clay and captured his mouth with her own, ramming her tongue into his mouth, savoring the taste of him, and she was supremely happy and at peace with herself.
And then she remembered something. “Does this mean that Eddie won’t lose his job,” she asked timidly.
“We’ll see, my dear. It depends on your performance tonight. This afternoon is just the preliminary round. Tonight at my house with your husband will be the real test.”
Nina Marsdale received Eddie and Alyce Frampton at the door of their magnificent home with grace and tact, not revealing for an instant her wild adultery with Eddie. Her restraint was remarkable. She knew that she would get him into bed again before the night was over. She knew also that her husband, Clay would have Alyce. Where it would go from there was anyone’s ballgame.
They moved easily into the crowded game room and were served drinks by the bartender that Alyce had seen at Nina’s for her afternoon cocktail party. All of the tennis pros and members of the board of directors of Marina Tennis Clinic were there. Eddie, of course, knew all of them but Alyce had a little trouble recognizing some of them out of their usual tennis whites.
Alyce soon found herself talking to a buxom brunette with strikingly expressive brown eyes.
“I’m Zelda Watson,” the brunette volunteered. “We met briefly the other afternoon at Nina’s cocktail party. You’re Alyce Frampton, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Zelda, how are you,” she said politely, noting that the older woman was slightly under the influence of alcohol. She was slurring her words but was speaking slowly to make herself understood.
“Nice party,” Alyce offered. “I’ve never been in this part of the house. Is this the game room?”
Zelda glugged down the last of her drink and leaned closer to Alyce, lowering her voice, she whispered, “The real games rooms are upstairs in the bedrooms. That’s where the most points are scored.”
“What games? What do you mean?” Alyce asked naively.
A look of startled disbelief crossed Zelda’s face. Her voice raised an octave. “Are you kidding? Don’t you know? Is this your first party at the Marsdales’?”
“Why yes, except for the other afternoon. Oh, I did have drinks over at Marina one afternoon waiting for Eddie…” Alyce said feeling a little uneasy for the first time.
“Well, babe, you’d better drink up. You’re going to need it!”
“Why?” Alyce queried, still not fathoming what the woman was intimating.
Zelda moved so close to Alyce that her breath was almost burning her cheek. “When the people from the Marina get together it’s not just to talk about tennis. This is a swap party. I thought everyone knew about it. Before the night is over you’re going to be fucked and not by your husband. Your husband will be sticking it to someone else. Of course,” she added, “You can watch if you prefer that. You get the picture, dearie?”
Alyce didn’t answer for several moments her mind a mass of conflicting emotions. Her first impulse was to get up and run out but she was in too deeply now. Now not only was there the problem of Clay’s having video-taped her husband and his own wife but there was now her own adultery as well. Oh why was life so confusing? She was just going to have to stay here and make the best of it.
“You mean to say all of these people here swap?”
The slightly drunk brunette nudged her suggestively. “You got it! They fuck their brains out actually!”
Just then a tall, silvery-haired man who was deeply tanned sat down on the other side of Zelda on the upholstered sofa. His quick familiarity with her led Alyce to believe that he must be Mr. Watson, but Zelda introduced him as Jeff Mitchell, one of the founders of Marina.
As Zelda had turned to talk animatedly with Jeff, Alyce was about to get up to move to another location when Clay Marsdale entered the room. He immediately called for attention.
“I want everyone to have a good time tonight and I’d like to introduce a new couple. Some of you have met them already but anyway here’s Eddie and Alyce Frampton.”
There was a round of applause as he continued, “We hope that they will enjoy their participation in our little get together.”
Marsdale chuckled along with his guests after that comment.
The wealthy man went on, “We have a little entertainment tonight for you. We have some videotape you might enjoy. Lights, Jackie, please…”
Alyce noted just before the lights were extinguished that everyone seemed to be in couples but not with their own spouses. She wondered where Eddie was, but did not see him. She guessed then that he must be with Nina who was not in the room. That meant that she was supposed to be with Clay, she guessed. The Marsdale’s must have arranged this, she decided.
Clay touched Alyce on the shoulder, then and motioned for her to come sit with him on a seat near the rear of the room so that he could run the equipment.
“Come on, baby,” he said as she rose. “I want you beside me.”
She followed him and sat primly on the seat. Clay sprawled down beside her.
He said in a hoarse whisper. “I’m glad you decided to come.”
She didn’t reply. Instead she turned her attention to the video screen where a tape showing what appeared to be an orgy on a tennis court unfold.
Marsdale handed her a drink. She automatically began to sip it, knowing that her reaction to it during the afternoon had been agreeable, and if she must go through with this second sexual encounter with Clay she might as well enjoy it. She really didn’t like the man, but she couldn’t help remembering that it was he who had given her such a tremendous climax… her first ever. She blushed, recalling the scene vividly, her actions, her words, the sensations that had throbbed through her.
Her attention was drawn back to the screen.
Suddenly a beautiful brunette flashed on the screen endowed with abundant charms. When she turns her face toward the camera everyone can see that it is Sally Dunn who works in the pro shop. There are appreciative murmurs from the people in the room. Clay had not touched Alyce up to this point. Now he put his arms around her and fondled a generous breast through her dress. He quickly withdrew his hand.
He said, “I hate brassieres. Let’s get it off!”
So saying, he took her drink from her hand and set it aside; then he reached behind and deftly unzipped the back of her dress.
“Stop it. I won’t undress in front of all these people,” she hissed at him, furious because of the public intimacy.
“Cool it. Hold still. I’ll show you in a second what to do,” he ordered.
Swiftly, he unhooked the snaps in back, pushed the straps of the bra down over her shoulders, then, reaching up into the short sleeves he brought the straps down over her elbows, forearms and hands on each side. Reaching into the top of her dress, he smoothly slipped the lacy bra from her, the straps coming back through the armholes of the dress, the entire garment having been removed through the neck without removing her dress. As much as she hated the thought of being exposed in front of the others still in the room she had to admire the skill with which this man carried off the maneuver.
“Stuff this thing in your bag!” he croaked.
Embarrassed, she took the flimsy bra and stuffed it into her handbag.
He left the back of her dress unzipped, slipping his hand and arm around her, inside the dress, to a smooth, silken-skinned breast, where he stroked, fondled and kneaded her, the nipple becoming erect under his fingers, the tingling sensation becoming more pleasant with each passing moment. She began to feel light-headed, and guessed that her drink must be the cause of it. The action on the screen again attracted her attention.
The man Sally is with is seen to have his hand in Sally’s moist crotch, his middle finger stroking her clitoris, her hips moving in opposition to his insistent probing finger. Now the camera returns to Sally’s face. She is in the throes of orgasm, her face working, her mouth forming passionate words.
She relaxes with the delicious climax and slides from his lap to the floor. The camera plays over her nude body from all angles. Finally, coming back to the couch where the unknown man lies nude, an enormous, erect penis jutting upward like a stanchion.
He beckons to her, then reaches down to take his genitals in his hands. She crawls slitheringly across the floor to him, reaching the couch, she kneels over his cock, taking it into her hands to fondle it, sliding the foreskin back, reaching under to knead his testicles, and showing with a two-hand hold the tremendous length of him.
Now Sally kisses the end of his prick and takes it into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing in and out as she begins to suck on it. Slowly, she begins to slide her mouth up and down, her head bobbing, as with each down stroke she takes more and more of his lengthy tool into her mouth. The camera cuts to Sally’s young face, then divulges her ecstasy at the lewd behavior.
Alyce felt suddenly ill as revulsion overcame her. She tried to free herself from Marsdale’s grasp. She was very angry.
“I’m not going to watch this disgusting exhibition.”
Clay was quite calm. “Would you rather watch your husband’s performance on the screen, then? We get around to all of us at one time or another. We like to be stars in our little galaxy here.”
“You bastard!” she spat out.
Unperturbed, his mouth captured hers, his tongue invading her lashingly through the barrier of her teeth. He bore her backward until she was prone on the bench, his hand going under her skirt to caress her warm, smooth thighs, coming, finally to the softly curling genital mound. There he pulled down the front of her sheer panties and insinuated a finger into her moist, open slit. He found her tiny, enshrined clitoris and moved his finger on it, bringing the bud of her womanhood to erection.
“No Clay. Not here, please!” she gasped.
“Look around, sweetheart,” he said. “Over there on the couch it would appear that Zelda is enjoying Jeff Mitchell to the fullest.”
Alyce looked toward the couch. She saw Zelda leaning over the sprawling form of the older man. His zipper was undone and she had his long cock in her mouth, her head bobbing slowly up and down, her cheeks hollowing in and out as he sucked on the rigid, erectness of him.
“Dear Lord!” she exclaimed and averted her eyes.
“And over there, in the corner is Jeff’s wife with Dave Carlson. He seems to be fucking her in the ass on the floor. Our only black tennis pro is eating out…”
“Stop it!” she hissed. She closed her eyes, covering them with her hands, trying to blot out the images she saw. It was too much for her… too depraved… filthy… perverted. “I thought Marina was an exclusive club. I never realized these people were like animals…”
“Come on. You haven’t seen anything. Upstairs in the bedrooms there’s probably six or seven couples indulging themselves,” he said matter-of-factly.
All during this time, Clay had stroked her clitoris affectionately, with feather like strokes of his fingers, and she began to move her buttocks in small circles against his hand, unable to control her urge to do so. The building up of the delicious sensations slashed at her, converging on that spot where his finger insistently rubbed and titillated her.
Alyce had not seen her husband for some time. Actually, soon after their arrival, he had seemed to disappear. She opened her eyes and looked about the dim room carefully. None of the men present seemed to resemble him in any way. She had some difficulty in recognizing anyone at all; almost every person in the room was engaged in some form of sexual activity.
Clay stood up. “I think it’s time for you and I to go upstairs to really do things right.”
He zipped up the back of her dress and pulled her to her feet. She rose reluctantly, his strong grip of her hand reminding her how badly he wanted her. She moved with him, leaving the screening room, unnoticed by any of the copulating couples. Together, they mounted the broad staircase to the second floor. Alyce’s stomach fluttered with fear and a certain, strange anticipation that she could not define.
Checking at the various bedroom doors one by one, Marsdale ascertained that all of the bedrooms were filled with one or more couples and a few trios. Words and phrases drifted out to them along the unmistakable sounds of wild uninhibited fucking.
“Come into my study,” he said. “I want to show you some pictures.”
They stepped into the masculinely appointed study. She gasped. On the walls were pictures of couples in lewd poses. She recognized many of the people in the pictures. Most of them were in this house now, engaged in illicit sex. The photos turned her stomach. They were explicit in detail and no depravity had escaped Clay’s camera.
Then, a completely inexplicable thing occurred in the young wife. The drinks, the digital stimulation of her breasts and clitoris, the lewd videotape, the salacious pictures on the wall, the knowledge that this man wanted her sexually, and her own need all combined suddenly to give her the most erotic and sudden urge she had ever experienced.
She felt the moistness between her legs, the keening sensations that coiled and recoiled inside her, striking her there violently, surging out along her nerve endings only to return throbbingly, to her innermost womanly parts, and she knew that she was becoming more and more ready for anything. She noticed the bulge in Marsdale’s trousers, and she knew that he, too, was more than ready; however, she averted her eyes, not daring to look, to admit to herself that she could possibly be interested in his sexual organs.
He came to her and put his arms around her, slipping his hands down to cup her buttocks and pull her flaming loins close in to him, grinding his hard penis into her.
“I want to show you one last thing,” he said.
Reaching over and behind her, he snapped out the lights and pushed aside his books on a bookshelf, revealing a lighted bedroom beyond a glass mirror.
“It’s a one-way mirror,” he enlightened.
Alyce’s eyes were riveted on the bed. She couldn’t help watching, now, as she gazed with increasing interest and curiosity, trying to make out details in the softly lighted room.
Her view was from the foot of the bed, and she could see that there was a man and woman on the bed, their limbs entertwined, the man above, the woman on her back, her legs flexed upward and drawn back toward her chest. She could see the thick cock inserted, deeply, in the woman’s glistening, wet cunt, spreading the soft folds of her furrow, the brown, round anus, darkly, below, the balls of the man hanging down from between muscular and hairy legs. The man withdrew, slowly, until she could see, clearly, the under side of the glans.
Then, he plunged the monstrous prick straight into the small woman and she imagined that she could hear the slap of their pelvises as the thick, rock-hard rod of flesh went in, burying its length completely in the soft, female flesh.
The young wife was now aware that Clay was grinding his pelvis into her loins, his cock sticking out from his trousers, as he tried to shove it between her legs, and unconsciously, she found herself responding to his obscene caress, sliding her pelvis up and down on him through the rough cloth of his trousers.
“Do you want to hear what they’re saying?” he asked.
He reached up beside the books again and snapped a switch, not waiting for her to make up her mind. A speaker inside the bookshelf amplified the sound of the low voices from the bedroom.
“Oh, Eddie,” the woman said. “Fill my cunt with your cock… mmmmmmmmm… it’s so big… so hard…”
Alyce gasped, reddening and turned her head away from the lewd spectacle.
“Is that my husband?” she asked, weakly sagging in his arms, “with your wife?”
Marsdale held her tight. “Let’s wait and see.”
Now the man’s voice was heard. “Nina, baby… I fit so well in you… your cunt is so juicy… I love my cock inside you…”
Marsdale reached behind her and snapped the lights back on in his study. Instantly, the scene in the adjoining bedroom was blotted out, and she realized that one of the properties of a one-way mirror was that the viewer be in semi-darkness.
Reaching up behind her, Clay gripped the zipper of her dress and pulled, down smoothly. Then, grasping the hem of her dress he began to pull the garment over her head.
“Not here…” she gasped.
“Why not. It’s just as good a place as any,” he said.
He flung her dress to the back of a chair, reached for her and clamped wet lips to a puckering, pink nipple, taking the whole aureola into his mouth and sucking on it, using his teeth to nip at the rapidly hardening flesh. Then, he paid tribute to its mate, as he kneaded her soft, mounding femaleness in his rough hands.
Now, he slid his hands behind her, slipping one hand inside her panties to fondle and knead her smooth, round buttocks; then, with a deft movement he stripped the thin, nylon garment down over her tapering thighs to her trim ankles.
Alyce stepped out of her shoes and he stooped down to remove the sheer underclothing from her feet, sailing it across the room to join her dress. She was now completely nude before him, stripped of all her barriers.
Instantly, his finger began taunting her sensitive clitoris, and Alyce gasped with the ecstasy of it, in spite of herself. Her body was beginning to feel, blazingly, on fire, a fire that could not be extinguished, a fire that threatened to consume her and she could do nothing.
Stepping back from her, Marsdale began to remove his own clothing, deliberately, methodically. Soon, he too was naked, his enormous cock standing out thick and long before him, blood-engorged and throbbing with the passion of his need for her.
Alyce stared. She was horror stricken. The size of him was mammoth. She couldn’t believe her eyes, yet she knew that he had rammed that giant hunk of meat into her little cunt this very afternoon. She had taken all of it into her and had loved every minute of it!
“Here, dear, I’ll put a blanket on my desk,” he said when suddenly a familiar sing-song voice came into the room over the amplifier.
“Shove your fingers in my asshole! Make me cum, Eddie!”
Alyce turned to Nina’s husband, pleadingly. “Turn it off. I can’t bear listening to that.”
“But my dear it’s wonderfully erotic. Nina is a fabulous woman in the sack. She just loves to get fucked in the ass,” he said nonchalantly as though he was talking about her love of French cuisine or foreign films.
“Lie down on my desk top!” he ordered.
Alyce complied sick at heart a complete feeling of hopelessness in her.
Eddie’s boss clambered to the desk top, placing himself over her, in reverse, with his thick, hardened prick over her face, his legs spread on either side of her head.
Leaning down on his hands and knees, he said, “Take all of my cock in your mouth and suck me off! Suck hard and lick me! You can use your teeth but be careful!”
Alyce reached up to him, taking his thick, awesome instrument in her hands sliding the slack foreskin back to reveal the blood-red hooded cowl of his penis and took in into her mouth, tasting the male taste of him and inwardly appalled with the realization of what she was doing.
Experimentally, she began to suck, using her tongue to lave the giant head of him filling her mouth, swirling her lingual member around and around it, trying, finally, to insert the tip of her tongue into the tiny slit in the tip of the glans.
Marsdale leaned forward and down into the sixty-nine position and with a groan, buried his lips in her thoroughly moistened cunt. His tongue lashed out and probed wetly at her downy hair-lined vaginal opening, then moved up to the clitoral bud, licking her to a higher pulsing excitement than she had ever before experienced. Against the orders of her reasoning mind, her body reacted, and she began to move her hips up to him, rhythmically, her pink-lined pussy on fire, begging for more of that sensuous tongue.
Oh God. Believe me. I don’t want this. But, I can’t seem to help myself.
The sounds of the lovemaking from the next room came to them through the amplifier; the sounds of slapping flesh and punished bed springs, the squeaks and heavy breathing becoming louder and more rapid, building to an orchestral climax.
Nina was screaming out orders. “Faster, Eddie… harder… fuck me harder… I’m almost there… oh your cock is stuffing me so full. I’m there… oh fuck… fuck me… fuck me… I’m… aaaahhhh… ccuuummmiiinnnggg!”
The squeaking went on, faster and faster, then, suddenly stopped, followed by wetly slapping sounds, accompanied by squeals from the bed.
Eddie’s voice was hoarse and muffled. “Oh you fabulous cunt… I’m going to cum too… I’m shooting all my cum in you… oh, it’s wonderful… here I cum…”
Alyce was sickened by the explicit sounds of sex from the bedroom. Eddie was spewing his hot sperm into another woman, but somehow, the sounds of it and knowledge worked to increase the delicious sensations in her own loins, the generated heat in her forcing her to jerk her crotch upward, her legs splayed out, to the insistent mouth of Clay Marsdale, and she moaned out her helpless need of the older man.
“God, Clay, I want it too. I want you to fuck me,” she gasped completely out of breath.
The older man raised his dripping face, sex-juices mingled with sweat from her overly moistened cunt. He crawled backward from her, allowing her freedom to move on the desk top. He kneeled up on his knees and leered down at her.
“Get up on your hands and knees! I’m going to fuck you in the ass!”
She cringed away from him, whimpering. “No! Oh, God. You’ll kill me! I’m a virgin there!”
She jumped off the desk.
Marsdale jumped down from his desk to stand before her. His huge cock had begun to soften, slightly. He took it in his hands and said. “Before I can ram this right up your tiny little asshole you’ll have to get it good and hard again.”
In a trance, she knelt before him, taking his giant phallus into her hands and working the slack skin back and forth several times, feeling it begin to grow in her hands. She took it gently, in her mouth and began to suck like a demon not knowing why she did so. In a few moments his rod returned to its former degree of hardness. He moved his hips back, suddenly, pulling the hard flesh of him from her lips. She tried to recapture it. He shoved her back on her heels and restrained her with his hands on her shoulders.
“Okay,” he gasped. “Now get up and lean forward… all the way forward with your tits on the desk!”
Reluctantly she did as she was bade. He came to her and reached down to the protrudingly, smoothly rounded and defenseless buttocks. With a middle finger, he probed the soft, white crease until he found the puckered, brown ring of her anus, as his other hand drew a cheek of her ass aside. His probing finger found it and he worked the tip of the digit into the opening up to the first knuckle, then, with a constant pressure, he shoved in all the way.
“Noooooooo… nooooo… stop!” she moaned.
Ignoring her protests, he worked his finger around in the sponginess of her back channel, until he felt the sphincter muscle begin to relax. Now, he withdrew the finger and replaced it with two, repeating the process of stretching her small, tight anal opening; then, yet a third time he reamed her, using three fingers.
“Okay, baby, you’re ready… let’s get a cock up your ass!”
Reaching under her, he dipped his fingers in her cunt, moist and ready, using the wetness to lubricate his great cock. With the thumbs of both hands he spread the cheeks of her ass exposing the round anal ring, little edges of the pink, inner flesh showing; then, he placed the head of his shaft, blood-engorged and throbbing, against the defenseless opening.
He pushed. The head of his prick entered her, surging past the tight, elastic ring of muscles. He stopped when she cried out.
“Stop it! You’re splitting me in half!” she shrieked.
He expanded the head of his cock several times; each time bringing moans of pain from her, until finally, with a powerful flick of his hips he shoved into her, all the way, driving into the spongy tissue of her back passage, expanding it and pulling the brown edges inside, as the massive pole skewered her. Now, with his full length and thickness buried in her, he paused again, waiting for her anal canal to adjust.
“It’s like having a cannon back there. Stop it. Take it out, Clay!” she demanded.
Marsdale stood behind her, leaning back, slightly, and began to move his hips, slowly, at first, grinding into her with short strokes, feeling the clasping, anal muscles constrict against him, now, increasing gradually, to longer and longer strokes, rhythmically, fucking into her tight little asshole, the sensations coming to him stronger and stronger with every stroke into her.
“Fuck back against me!” he grunted.
Experimentally, Alyce moved her hips back, in opposition to him. She found to her surprise that it was not as uncomfortable now. Her whole pelvic region was aflame. Her moist, now ready cunt cried for fulfillment, too. She wanted to be filled and fucked everywhere, at the same time. She began to waggle her hips with abandon and sureness back up in the air, the pleasurable sensations mixed with her perverse nature and something in her demanded more and more.
What’s happening to me, she wondered? This is the worst sin against nature and I want more of it.
“Clay! I want more! I want something shoved in my cunt too!” she wailed, amazingly.
“I don’t have a vibrator here. Wait a minute, though,” he said with a lewd leer appearing on his sweating countenance. Still fucking into her he leaned across the desk of his study and took something off the wall. It was the racquet that had won him the Pacific Coast Tennis Tournament some twenty years earlier. “Use this!”
She had no idea of what he was talking about.
“What do you mean?” she asked, confusion running rampant in her tortured mind.
“Use the racquet handle to fuck yourself with,” he said.
Knowing that she couldn’t help herself, the demands of her body slashing at her brain, she reacted animalistically to fill the great need in her. She reached back and under with the old style wooden racquet, and began rubbing the leather grip over the canopied bud of her womanhood. Greedily, hungrily, she stroked the handle up and down on the miniature phallus.
The streaking, electric charge in her nerves was more than she could stand. She withdrew her hand only to put it back instinctively, inserting the leather grip handle into the moist void of her vagina. Tentatively she tried pushing the hard wooden handle just inside the mouth of her cunt.
She began to saw the racquet handle in and out, in rhythm with Clay, waggling her hips back and forth, reveling in the keening sensation of having both cunt and asshole filled. In and out, easelessly she perversely fucked herself while Clay Marsdale sodomized her from behind with the merciless abandon of a wild buffalo.
Meanwhile, next door, in the bedroom, Alyce’s husband had spewed his sperm far up into Nina Marsdale’s hungry, demanding cunt, grunting out his sexual satisfaction and collapsing atop her. He had brought the Oriental woman to climax three times. She, even, was spent for the time being.
A few minutes later, she wanted a cigarette and a drink. Dutifully, Eddie rolled off the Marsdale’s bed and went to get the cigarettes from the dresser and the drinks from the bureau. Glancing into the mirror on the wall at the foot of the bed, he saw his own still jutting reflection, but there was something more; he saw shadowy motion that was not being reflected from the bedroom. He was certain that he and Nina were alone in the room.
Puzzled, he brought the drinks and lighted cigarettes to the bed. As he passed the mirror, again, he realized that she was seeing into another room and… that’s it… it’s a one-way mirror! He went to the wall switch near the door and snapped the lights off. Nina watched him with amusement, a sly smile complacently playing on her lips.
“Why’d you do that?” she asked.
“I want to know what’s going on with that mirror,” Eddie said.
He stood before the mirror and saw into what he recognized as a kind of study. In profile view, he suddenly saw in horrified recognition, his young newlywed wife, Alyce, completely naked, bending over a desk and Clay Marsdale slaving away behind her, moving his hips back and forth, shoving his monstrously erect cock into his wife’s asshole! He was stunned beyond belief!
“It’s Alyce and Clay! Your husband is fucking my wife in the ass!” he roared, bounding nakedly, for the door.
His hand was on the door knob jerking open the door when Clay’s Chinese wife’s voice stopped him.
“Hold it, Eddie. It isn’t what you think! Alyce is fucking Clay because she wants to!” she said with conviction.
She came off the bed with feline grace.
“Would you like to hear what’s going on in there,” she asked, smiling her inscrutable little smile.
Reaching out to the side of the mirror, she pressed a button. Instantly, the bedroom was flooded with the lewd, amplified sounds from her husband’s study.
Alyce’s voice came to them unmistakable from the speakers.
“Clay! I want more! I want something shoved in my cunt too!”
Eddie froze!
Jesus, suffering Christ! She’s asking for it!
Things began to form together in his mind.
“Did he show Alyce the videotape of me with Sally Dunn? Is that why she’s doing this? Did you trap both of us?”
“Really Eddie, are you trying for an academic award or something? Stop being so Goddam melodramatic! It’s just a little device we use to get couples to swap. A little subtle persuasion, shall we say?”
“More like blackmail,” he grunted.
“That is a little harsh, Eddie. You’re a big boy now. You can make up your mind about things. All the others at the club have.”
“But my wife… it’s not right!”
“Oh, I see. The old double standard rears its ugly head. She has every right to enjoy sex and get the most out of it.” She reached down between them to fondle his flaccid prick. It was beginning to grow harder in her hand. Suddenly, he had an idea that came to him in his anger. He had been asking himself questions, but there had been precious few answers coming to him from the welter of conflicting thoughts. Now, the one idea was foremost in his mind.
He put his distorted, single-track idea into immediate use, not thinking, not considering the rightness of it, nor the wrongness of his actions.
“Come on, Nina,” he said. “Let’s make this a real party! Let’s go into the study!”
Nina smiled up at him, her brown Oriental eyes shining, “I thought you’d never get around to it,” she said. Then, more loudly, “Clay darling. We’re going to join you!”
Marsdale’s voice came over the speaker to them. “By all means my love,” he grunted, as he ground himself harder into Eddie’s wife’s tight little asshole.
Nina and Eddie came into the study. Alyce was only partially aware that they were there. She was absorbed, mesmerized. She continued to try and cram the tennis racquet handle full length into her cunt but of course it was impossible.
Eddie was sickened, but he would not change his mind now. He took charge of the scene.
“Get her on the desk! I’m going to fuck her cunt-hole at the same time,” he said.
Marsdale glanced up at him, pleased with his employee’s inventiveness. Together, they maneuvered Alyce, who was only half-conscious of what was going on, to the desk top. Clay took her again, burying his thick cock deeper up her ass and rolling to his back with Alyce impaled like a fly on top of him.
Her tennis pro husband clambered to the desk top and planted himself astraddle of Marsdale’s legs, spread his wife’s thighs and pushed the tennis racquet aside and aimed his massive cudgel at her warmly dripping cunt and rammed it home in her vaginal vault.
“Is that enough cock for you now?” he screamed pumping furiously.
Alyce screamed with the realization of what he was doing.
“Have you gone mad? Ohhhhh… aaaauiieeeewwwww!” she cried in uncontrollable ecstasy.
Blindly, he fucked into her, his passion mounting. As he plunged, wildly, into the softness of her open, flowering cunt, he could feel the huge bulge of Marsdale’s cock through the thin wall of tissue separating her vagina and anal passage.
Alyce was shocked, almost horrified beyond reason when Eddie mounted her and thrust into her with such violence, but strangely, unaccountable, the two massive pricks ravishing both pelvic orifices began to bring her to an unknown ecstasy. She was beginning to feel completely filled and fulfilled. The delirious transport glazed her eyes, and she was half-unconscious, aware only of the slamming sensations in her loins. She could not move. Could not react. She was skewered on two giant all-consuming cocks. All she could do was lie there and let the two men ram their monstrous shafts into her, however, she could not understand why her husband had joined them.
Oh, Eddie, what’s happening to us?
Nina could stand it no longer. She had to have a piece of the action. She climbed to the top of the desk and insinuated her lithe Oriental body between Eddie and Alyce, her crotch over Alyce’s face. Alyce had never done it before, but suddenly, she knew what she must do. Her tongue snaked out and began to lick and probe, tasting the femaleness of her, as well as the pungent cum that Eddie had left there, deep in the vaginal vault of Nina Marsdale.
Clay, beneath her, reached his climax. He grunted his satisfaction, as his cock jetted white, hot streams of viscous sperm into her back passage. Her jerked upward, spasmodically, driving deeper and deeper into her backside; finally, he dropped back spent, his cock jerking until the full load of sperm had been expended, deep, deep in the far hidden recesses of the young, lust-crazed wife’s asshole.
Eddie was like a machine, as he pistoned into Alyce, and now she was on the brink of orgasmic release. She felt it coming. Her body spasmed, deliciously, the sensations shaking her, slicing into her and leaving her satiated, spent, on the verge of unconsciousness.
Dimly, as in a dream, she heard her own scream, a piercingly high note ricocheting through the room. “Oh you bastards! Fuck me! Fuck every hole! Aaaaahhhh… ohhhhhhhhh… in my cunt… in my ass… fuck me… fuck me… harder… harder… faster… I’m almost… oh… there… I’m… cuuummmuinnnggg!”
Alyce had turned her face aside as she came to her release. Nina atop her realized that she could not function for her, now. Glancing down between her legs, she saw that Alyce’s eyes were closed now that she was practically unconscious.
“Fuck me now, Eddie!” Nina said, desperately, sliding back and raising her hips to him.
Eddie knelt up and slid his cock rigidly into her moistly ready cunt in one smooth motion, ramming the shaft all the way home in her. He was a wild man. He fucked with driving fury. He machine gunned into her as she demanded.
Nina responded to him with like abandon. She came back at him with strong, vigorous strokes of her own, and the massive hardness of him filled her and brought her to the heights. She came and came again, her orgasm bringing with it a euphoria and completeness, and her cry of joy resounded, again and again, but she could not relax, yet. Eddie was still driving into her, his own ejaculation delayed. She knew that she would have to help bring him to release.
“Would it be easier for you to cum if you do what we did the other night?” she asked.
“Christ, yes!” he gasped under his mighty laboring.
Reaching back and under, Nina guided his giant phallus, alternating between her softly pliant cunt and the resilient sponginess of her voraciously sucking asshole. In a few strokes… asshole… cunt… asshole… cunt… his sperm shot into her vaginal vault, hosing through him, pumping with unrelenting force, the viscous semen spewing in an almost endless stream.
Now, Eddie collapsed on top of Nina, and the mass of tangled bodies was quiet, sexually satiated for the time being. The only sound was the sound of labored breathing.
Later in the early hours of the morning back in the comfort of the Marsdale’s bedroom there was a more leisurely sex-game and a straight-forward explanation and detailed discussion of the Marsdale’s swapping parties.
Eddie listened to the explanation of Clay’s videotaping and about how that was his usual modus operandi. The young husband couldn’t be too angry. He had brought his wife to new heights of sexual abandon that may never have occurred otherwise.
Alyce too was happy that it had happened. She couldn’t wait to try other members in the club. There was that huge black man she had seen downstairs with that giant black cock… Two more happy converts to swapping lay in the big bed with the Marsdale’s eager to try out still more innovations.