"What do you think of trading now?"
Pris directed the question at both Bensons, turning her head toward them as they lay beside her and her husband on the big bed. They had separated themselves and stretched out, all four on their backs, resting from their exertions.
"I thought it was better than it's ever been before," Max replied, still gazing up at the ceiling where a large mirror afforded him a fine view of all four naked bodies.
"Me too," Jackie murmured, squeezing her thighs together exultantly as she savored the lingering effects of her mighty convulsions. "I thought I'd never stop coming! And talk about powerful! I was close to rupturing myself, the sensations were so violent!"
"And a curious thing," Max added. "You know, I was able to come again! Right away, I mean. And that was a pretty powerful load that I shot into you, Pris!"
"Wasn't it just!" she sighed, recalling the way his long hose had doused her womb with its steaming essence. "But we've found that it's often that way, if we've been with another couple that we both dig. And you'll probably find, too, that the effect will stay with you for all of next week. I mean, I can get turned on just by thinking about some of the good times I've had in the past."
"I hope this was a good time," Jackie said. "I know it was for me. I'll never forget it!"
Pris assured them that they had nothing to worry about on that score, a sentiment which Hal seconded fervently.
After a moment of silence, Jackie got up enough nerve to ask Pris how she'd gotten into the trading game.
"I know it's a nosy question," she added apologetically, "and you don't have to answer if you don't want to."
"No! I don't mind a bit," Pris told her.
She gave them a lengthy explanation of her introduction into swapping society, as she called it. Briefly, she explained that as a college girl she'd always enjoyed making love in a car while double-dating, especially if the other couple was engaged in the same delightful pastime. It seemed as though the fact that another couple was close at hand, doing the same thing, heightened her desire immensely. However, she'd never gotten up the nerve to suggest the obvious next step, jointly renting a motel room so they could enjoy themselves on a bed with the added benefit of light.
However, Hal had added a new dimension to her lovemaking – several dimensions, to be strictly truthful, but one in particular that had brought her closer to mate swapping. He had shown a great interest in her earlier sexual experiences, and it wasn't the sort of interest a jealous man shows; rather, it was simple curiosity and a desire for, vicarious excitement. It seemed that he was one of those men who derive pleasure from hearing a woman talk about her experiences with other men. And Pris learned quickly that she was also that sort of woman.
"So we used to lie there for hours," she continued, "telling each other about how so-and-so had done this or that to us, and getting hotter and hornier all the while. Then one time I said, 'I'd love to watch you doing it to somebody else. If I like to hear you tell about it, it should be far more thrilling actually to see it.' And after that… well, it wasn't long till we were right in the middle of a genuine swingers' club."
"Oh? Are they that easy to find?" Jackie asked.
"My dear, they're all around you!" Pris said with a throaty laugh. "I personally know of about twenty-five or thirty couples in this town alone who regularly meet and pair off. Or maybe they don't pair off; they often go at it three or four or maybe even more at the same time!"
Jackie drew in a deep breath at this. She could feel in her bones that Pris was going to invite them to become part of such a group, and she already knew what her answer would be. She could also feel, from the slight tension in his body, pressed close to hers, that Max knew.
"In fact, if you'd like to become better acquainted with that world," Pris went on, "there'll be a gathering of the swingers in a week or ten days. If you'd like to experiment, you could attend as our guests!"
Jackie thought desperately of Max, almost hoping he would jerk her back from the pit into which she seemed to be sliding, yet also wanting him to join her in that slide into… what? That was the trouble: she couldn't really decide what she was getting into.
"I don't know about that," she said cautiously, delaying the answer she desperately wanted to give. "I mean, having to be available to just anyone… many of them people I never saw before and maybe… well, unattractive… It doesn't sound quite like this; like what we've been doing."
"It isn't that way at all," Hal said soothingly. "To begin with, all the people there are in about our age group, and I don't believe there's a single couple who isn't at least average in looks and intelligence. Many of them are far above it. And it isn't true that you… er, have to be available as you put it, to anyone who wants you, is it, Pris?"
"Not at all," his wife corroborated. "You see, it's really rather like any other party, except that occasionally a few people split off and disappear for a while. But you needn't feel that you have to go with anyone who asks you, no more than if it were a regular cocktail party. If you find yourself talking to someone and he's attractive, and he finds you so, and the idea appeals to both of you… Well, then it's just a matter of finding a place to enjoy yourselves. But if you happen not to find that person pleasing, then behave in the ordinary way, and no one will think worse of you for it."
"But I thought they were just regular orgies!" Jackie protested. "With people running around naked and making love in front of everyone, else and… stuff like that!"
"Sometimes the parties turn into that," Hal admitted. "But only if everyone there is really turned on and agreeable to it. The majority, by far, are much more sedate, believe me!"
"Hmm. That does throw a different light on it," Max observed. "If that's the way it is, I don't see anything wrong with trying one party on, just for size. Do you, Jackie? After all, it isn't much different from what we've been doing here, I suppose."
"All right. If that's the way it is, I'll be willing to give it a try," Jackie, said, clutching Max's hand as if she were seeking reassurance in her daring move.
"Well, now that that's settled," Pris said, sitting up on the bed and looking at her friends, "suppose we discuss what happened that last time. Jackie, did you really see a lot of difference when it was Hal going into you instead of Max? Was it so awfully different?"
Jackie thought for a moment, trying to recall details of the tension-packed experience. After a brief pause, she shook her head in wonder and tried to explain her feelings.
"As I remember it," she began, "I had this feeling that I was about to burst, as if he were about ten times as big around as Max. Of course, that may have been due a lot to the position; I always seem tighter when I'm on a man, I've found. But later, when Max came to me, I'll swear that it felt exactly the same! Why? Am I insensitive down there or something?"
"Hardly!" Max and Hal chorused.
"No, not at all," Pris told her. "There's very good reason to believe that all women feel about the same thing down there. I mean, a prick feels marvelous when it goes in, but one feels about like another."
"I don't believe that for a moment!" Jackie burst out, shaking her head vehemently. "And I know how I can prove it, too! Max, can you find that gadget I bought you when we were down in Mexico last year? Pris, if you want a fabulous experience, just wait till you try this!"
Max went to a nearby bureau and rummaged through it, finally uncovering the article he sought. He brought a small plastic box back to the bed and tossed it down between Jackie and Pris. Jackie seized it, opened it and brought out a pair of small rubber rings and another curious device. The rings, of pliable latex, were about half an inch in diameter; each was studded with a series of small rubber spikes, projecting out perhaps a quarter of an inch from the wide band.
"Oh, French ticklers!" Pris cried, clapping her hands in delight at the lewd articles.
"Ah, so you're acquainted with them already!" Jackie purred.
"Not this kind," Pris said. "Hal had one once, but it was just a little star-shaped device on a rubber cap that fitted over the head of his tool. I never saw one like this! And what's that other gadget? My, that looks vicious!"
Jackie urged Max to demonstrate the use of the articles he'd brought out. He placed the two bands on the shaft of his prick, one near the broad head and another farther back. The third object resembled a flat, circular pad; a hole had been cut in its center, and it too was studded with small, flexible, spikes. A harness-like series of straps were fastened to it, and Max showed their use, pulling the round pad down over his engorged prick until it fitted snugly against the base of his belly. A few adjustments of the straps around his waist were enough to anchor it firmly.
"I see now!" Pris cried, her eyes round with interest. "The round thing stays back against his body, so when he's shoved his tool all the way home, you can rub the lips of your pussy on those little spikes! Yummy! I'll bet there's a lot of feeling when you brush your clitty against that tickle-pad!"
"That's hardly the proper term for it," Jackie sighed, already warm with passion and ready to feet Max's gruesomely bedecked prick ripping into her body. "It's just the most excruciatingly beautiful thing in the world, I guess. The bad thing about it is that the sensations are so intense they're almost like pain. I can't stand having it used on me except at certain times, it's so strong and awful!"
This was obviously one of those times, and Pris urged the loving couple to demonstrate the use of the curious implements. Jackie needed no urging, nor did Max, and they were shortly joined in a lustful embrace, with Pris and Hal paying close attention to their ecstatic movements.
Jackie felt her belly begin turning flips as soon as the first band circling Max's stiff prick scraped its sensational path between the tender lips of her pussy and pried open her throbbing cunt. The entrance of the second band intensified her terrible joy, and she swung her hips up in a frantic lunge, seeking to press her aching sex flesh to the obscene, pad surrounding Max's plunging prick.
"Aiiee! Ooohh! Uffff!" she screamed when their bodies closed, bringing her clitoris into scalding contact with the spiked disc.
Max flung himself at her viciously, knowing that this was the way to bring her even greater joy, and Jackie responded with a shuddering, writhing, panting climax that seemed to last for many minutes.
Max thrust and probed in her reeking cunt, trying to excite himself to the point where he could join her in ecstatic enjoyment of their coupling. But alas, his previous exertions had robbed him of the power to respond so strongly, though. He felt a surge of pride at the way Jackie's body writhed and shuddered under his thrusts.
"Now give it to me!" Pris muttered, beckoning him forward and falling onto her back. "No; don't waste time taking those things off and putting them on Hal: let me have the prick right now!"
"Go on. She's dying for it," Hal urged.
Max moved over, obediently, and fitted himself between Pris' widespread knees. She guided his curiously armored prick into her cock-pocket with her own hands, pulling him toward her and impatiently stuffing the prick's head into her steamy crevice. Max thrust down, lodging at least half his tool's length in her body and bringing and bringing a low, sobbing moan of joyous sound from her throat.
"Crazy!" she murmured, shaking her head in amazement at the force of feeling the prickly prick brought to her heated flesh. "It's the greatest feeling ever! Hurry! Get it all in so I can feel everything!"
Max couldn't have denied her. He felt as though her cunt had become a sort of magnet, drawing him deeper and deeper with irresistible force. He felt his prick slice her flesh apart and carve a clinging niche for itself; he felt her thighs tighten around him pressing him tight against her wet, shuddering pussy lips. He felt her quiver for a moment and then begin to come, heaving with exultant joy as the spasms of ecstasy pulsed through her loins.
Hal watched this performance with admiring eyes, scarcely able to believe that so simple an act could have so dramatic effect on his wife in so short a time. Pris never lacked for expression or life in her orgiastic writhings, as he well knew, but he'd never seen her attain such heights in so short a time. Truly, he decided, Max's long tool with its peculiar decorations must be a wonderful lovemaking device.
Pris herself corroborated this surmise when Max had extracted his prick from her frothy cunt, sighing out in a dreamy tone that he'd brought her to the very brink of oblivion. She also apologized to Jackie for ever having doubted her word, and pronounced herself a convert to the girl's point of view.
"I'll never again say they're all the same!" she vowed heartily. "Really, that outfit is unbelievable!"
"It might have been different if Max hadn't had the ticklers on," Jackie said, "but with it on, it's another ballgame altogether."
"Too true," Pris agreed. "But you know, there's a variation on that proposition which I'll still stand by. And if you want to put it to the test, we could have a lot of fun trying it out."
When Jackie declared herself curious, Pris explained her statement. She said that few if any women could distinguish between the tongue of their husband and that of another man when it was applied to their pussies, and that the proof could quickly be had.
"I'm sure Max wouldn't mind a chance to give your sweet slot a kiss and a lick," she added, looking meaningfully at Max, who rolled his eyes in appreciation. "And I know for a fact that Hal's just dying for a chance to get his face between your legs. So if you're willing to take the chance, Jackie, just scoot over to the edge of the bed and prop it up where they can get at it. I think you'll be in for a pleasant surprise."
Hal suggested that it might be fairer if he and Max were to alternate in their attentions to Jackie, each having one or several consecutive chances at her while she lay with her eyes closed and her thighs spread wide. Jackie swore that she could always tell Max's tender, probing tongue-action, and lay back with her hands covering her eyes.
Hal and Max looked at each other, uncertain as to the proper order. Pris solved it by pointing mutely at Max, and he knelt between Jackie's legs, careful not to touch the insides of her thighs, and daintily drew his tongue up through the dark, swollen lips of his wife's well-lubricated pussy. Jackie clenched her belly suddenly, trying to control her hips and keep from thrusting them up at the joy-giving tongue, but she muttered tensely that it was Max who had given her so tender a touch.
Hal replaced him silently. Pris advised her that they would keep track of who kissed her when, and that once the game was over, they'd inform her of it. Hal pressed his mouth to the wet, inviting lips, so full of sensual vigor, and gently sucked them into his mouth, drawing them out full length and exerting a delightful pressure that brought a groan of pleasure from Jackie's lips. Again, she identified the culprit correctly, adding that Max had never done it to her in just that way.
"But it's a nice way," she added, "and I hope you were watching, darling. I want to investigate it more thoroughly sometime!"
Now Hal moved back and Max replaced him, adopting a different technique but one that Jackie again identified as his. Max was beginning to think that perhaps she had an ultra-sensitive pussy, truly capable of distinguishing the slightest variations in texture and technique.
But then his suspicion was confounded. Instead of Hal dropping down for another turn, he saw with considerable shock that Pris was moving into place! She had tied her hair back in a hastily improvised pony tail, so she wouldn't he given away by her long wisps of hair. When Max started in surprise, Hal took his arms and cautioned him to remain silent, winking ferociously. Max caught on to the trick they were playing, and said nothing.
Pris barely touched Jackie at first; she simply ran the very tip of her tongue lightly over the girl's flesh, touching the bristling hairs, and flicking the tender, sensitive skin. Jackie's hips involuntarily bobbed up seeking firmer contact with the tongue that caused her such delightful sensations. The motion caused the swollen lips of her pussy to part, revealing soft inner flesh that glowed with sensual warmth. Pris now pressed the attack, her tongue darting out to flick over the girl's distended clitoris, and bring a gasp of agonized delight from Jackie. Then it slid down through the fertile, sweaty furrow and finished with a darting jab at the taut brown ring of Jackie's anus.
"There. What do you think of all that?" Hal asked Jackie, who still lay flat, her eyes closed.
"Well, it wasn't Max, so it must have been you, Hal," she murmured, her voice husky.
"Look and see." Max told her, struggling to keep, from laughing.
Jackie raised her head and looked down between her thighs. When her gaze met Pris' impishly glinting blue eyes, she started up in shocked awareness of what had happened.
"It was you?" she gasped. "The last one was you? Oh, no, Pris! That couldn't have been you!"
"Ah, but it was!" her friend chuckled. "And from the way you tightened up, I believe you rather enjoyed it. Perhaps as much as when the guys were doing it to you."
Jackie realized with a blushing sense of shame that this was so. Indeed, the last kiss had been especially thrilling. It was the first time she'd ever been touched erotically by a woman, and she said as much.
"Think nothing of it," Pris advised her. "I'm not queer, though occasionally I have had a bit of fun with a girl. I'll never choose it over what the boys have to offer, though. But I thought you might not realize that there are some things a girl can do as well as a man."
Jackie digested this revelation in silence.
The others declared that they had had enough of sex and sensuality for a while, and announced that they were going to dress and go out for a pizza. Jackie dressed too and accompanied them, though she was still shaken by the strange feeling which had run through her body when she learned that a woman, not a man, had given her the strongest sensation she had ever received from being kissed between the thighs.
Hal and Pris declined to stay the night, though Max and Jackie both urged them to do so. They pleaded the necessity of a long drive and the need for rising early on Sunday. Jackie watched them drive away late that night, then returned to the apartment, grateful for the chance to be alone with Max for a while. She was eager to talk about her reaction to the intimate kiss by Pris.
But Max was ready for more love, and she gave in to his persuasion and allowed herself to be drilled to the bed twice more. Apparently the break for pizza had fired him with a new zeal. Jackie marveled at the stiffness of his prick, and at the vigor with which he hurled it into her weak but willing body.
When at last they ceased their grinding motions and lay still, panting and spent by the fury of their joy, Jackie couldn't summon the energy to start a conversation.
The following day was a different matter. She raised the topic, and expected Max to berate her for admitting to so perverted a pleasure. But she found, to her astonishment, that he wholeheartedly liked seeing her enjoy the caresses of another woman. In fact, he told her, it was even more stimulating than watching Hal's broad prick force the lips of her pussy apart, and had led directly to his final outburst of erotic fervor before they'd dropped off to sleep.
When Jackie protested that he was asking her to become a lesbian, he scoffed at the notion, reminding her that she had responded heartily to a very heterosexual kind of love after Pris had kissed her with such telling force. Jackie had to admit this; she recalled only too well the way her tired body had sung with happiness when they'd finally been alone and she felt her husbands long prick prying her cunt apart once more. Finally she dropped the subject, seeing that Max wasn't eager to discuss its ramifications.
On returning to his laboratory on Monday, Max discovered that Dr. Hensley was even more disturbed about possible leaks in the lab's security system. He circulated through the building during the day speaking privately and urgently to each of her researchers, cautioning them of the need for absolute secrecy concerning their work.
"In fact," he said to a group that included Max, "I wouldn't even be seen in a group that included anyone from a firm that's competing with us. That's how seriously I take this!"
Max thought Dr. Hensley might be right, in a general sense, but he also remembered that he'd spent an entire evening with a fellow competitor and they'd never once mentioned their work. If this was possible, he told himself, then surely there could be no harm in continuing to meet Pris and Hal. Nevertheless, he vowed to work especially hard at keeping electronics out of his conversations, a vow which he confidently expected he could keep.