She sat close to him as he drove, like they used to do when she was a teenager and he was the handsome new man in town. He felt powerful and strong beside her and she snuggled under his right arm and nuzzled his shoulder as his hand listlessly toyed with her breast.
"We haven't done this in years, Don," she said softly as they motored along in the late evening twilight. The lights of the city were ahead, an inviting glow on the tree-shrouded horizon, and the highway signs indicated that there were only ten miles to go.
"I know… I feel like a teenager again."
"You're sure we did the right thing… I mean, just packing and leaving like that. Won't the company be angry?"
"No… I left word I was going to look for work. And I'm sure Red'll cover for me."
"Red? Are you nuts, honey? After what…"
He pressed a finger to her soft lips. "Shhh just trust me, honey. Everything's under control. Just a few more miles and we'll be at Jerry's house."
"I'm still not sure we ought to impose like this. I mean, we haven't seen Jerry and Irene in years!"
"We're not imposing… it was his idea. He told me on the phone to be sure to stay with them. No motels, he said… so I'm just following his orders. He's gonna' take me to meet his boss Monday and if all goes well, we'll just have to drive back to pack up our furniture and the rest of our stuff."
"Okay, honey," Diane sighed. "Whatever you say… but I hope Jerry and Irene haven't changed too much. They were getting a little strange the last time we saw them. You know, hanging out with that college crowd and all."
"Oh, you worry too much, honey. You pregnant women are all alike… worry, worry, worry!"
"Goddamn it, Irene, can't you get some fucking clothes on! They'll be here any minute! What're you going to do, answer the door in your birthday suit?" Jerry Darby was combing his neatly styled long hair over his ears, adjusting the collar of his expensive shirt as he peered at himself in the hail mirror. Irene, a tall slinky redhead with hair that trailed over her large high breasts, was in the living room with the others… two couples, one of them completely nude and the other well on the way.
"Don't yell at me, lover… I wasn't the one who invited those hillbillies to stay with us. What you were thinking of, Jerry, I'll never know… they'll take one look at this scene and run straight back to Evansboro… or maybe to a church to get the sin off their hands."
"I think you're wrong this time, Irene," Jerry smiled. "I remember that little Diane from the first days in Evansboro. I can still recall the way she went after Don… and man, what a body she's got!"
Irene jokingly puffed up her chest. "And what's wrong with mine?"
"Nothing, baby, nothing at all, but remember, variety's the spice of life!"
Irene closed her eyes and moaned seductively. "You're telling me… Mmmm, Doug's in there with that skinny wife of his and he can't keep his hands off me. But you had to go and invite a couple of yokels to dull the fun!"
"But I told you… Don knows what to expect, I filled him in on the phone and he sounded ready enough to me."
"Don, maybe… he always was a swinger at heart. But what about Miss Southern Belle of seventy-four… do you really think she's going to waltz in here and buy this whole swap scene like there was nothing to it? I'll bet you a week's paycheck that she's never been laid except by Don, how about it?"
Jerry grinned impishly.
"You bastard! You didn't! She was engaged to Don the whole time you knew her in Evansboro!" Irene protested, her hands on her girlish hips and her freckled nose quivering.
"No, I didn't… but that doesn't mean I didn't want to. Anyway, we can stop arguing about how it's going to go. I think I just heard another car outside… now, will you get some clothes on so you don't scare them off?"
"No… if they're ready for this, then they won't mind. I'll be in the living room with the others!" she pouted, then hurried off before her husband could grab her and make her get dressed. Her breasts jiggled as she ran to the living room and closed the door behind her and her heart-shaped behind seemed to be taunting him as it disappeared behind the closed door.
He opened the front door before they rang the bell. "Don, how the hell are you?" he gushed to his ex-roommate. "And, Diane… looking even better than ever! Man, you're a lucky son of a gun!"
"Thanks… and where's that beautiful redhead you lucked into?" Don inquired, glancing around a bit nervously. Jerry motioned with his eyes to the closed living room door, where the sound of muffled music sifted from, punctuated with an occasional giggle or laugh.
"I hope this isn't an imposition," Diane smiled sweetly. "I mean, it was such short notice and all. You and Irene didn't have any other plans, did you?"
Jerry grinned broadly at his old friend. "You didn't tell her, did you? You old chicken-shit! I knew you wouldn't!"
Diane looked at her husband, her brow furrowed in confusion. "Tell me what, honey? What didn't you tell me?" She tried to smile and act nonchalant, but she had a growing sensation that she was being left out in the cold.
"Go on… tell her, Don!" Jerry teased.
"I was going to… but the time just wasn't right. And it's still not too late to go to a motel, if you'd rather."
"A motel? But why, aren't we invited to stay here?" Diane asked, puzzled.
"Sure, we're welcome… It was Jerry's idea to spend the weekend here, not mine. But you see…"
"Go on, chicken… tell her about the party!"
"Yes, Don, tell me… I'm getting kinda' tired of not knowing what's going on," Diane said irritably.
"Well, Jerry and Irene are having a party, sort of… but you don't have to stay if you don't want to." Don was clearly uncomfortable and searching for an easy way out of this spot his bravado had lured him into… He should never have agreed when he talked to Jerry on the phone. Diane was a small-town girl and always would be. This was no scene for her!
"Maybe I'd better tell her, Don, or we'll be out here in the hall all night." He grabbed the pretty blonde's shoulders and moved so close to her that he could feel the warmth of her curvaceous chest close to his. "Irene and I have some friends coming over… a few are here already. It's our week for the party, or our weekend, I should say, because some of the gang will be staying over."
Diane was beginning to get the message. "Just what kind of party is it, Jerry?"
"A swap-party, honey… an honest-to-God swappers party. And Irene's in there right now with the hots for some kid from the school who looks like he might have modeled for Michelangelo."
Diane took a second to get her breath. She swallowed hard and managed a thin wavering smile. "Okay… it's all right with me. It might be fun."
Now it was Don's turn for the double-take. "Diane! Are you sure? I mean, don't feel like you have to go along with this. I was planning to tell you so you could think about it, but…"
"But you didn't," she smiled sarcastically.
"Well what're we waiting for… let's go join the party!" Jerry exclaimed anxiously, his eyes already coursing hotly over the tempting curves of the young blonde.
Diane bravely held her chin up and followed Jerry through the door into the dimly lit living room. It was nicely furnished in Scandinavian decor and there were candles burning in metal holders over the fireplace; stirring rock music pulsed from four quadraphonic speakers and the room seemed to throb with the deep bass rhythm. But nothing could have adequately prepared Diane Willard for the first glimpse of the lovemaking that was already underway there were five naked people in the room and they seemed to be randomly caressing and groping each other as they all sat cramped on the huge Chesterfied-style sofa.
"Hi, Diane… welcome to sin-city!" Irene giggled, holding a smoldering hand-rolled cigarette in her fingers. It didn't take much guessing to know what she was smoking.
Diane gulped and nodded hello as Irene ran through the introductions as casually as if they were all fully clothed and watching television instead of feeling each other in naked arousal!
There was Neal, a college instructor, and his busty, slightly chubby blonde wife, Marsha. Jerry and Irene, of course, she already knew, though she had never seen quite this much of them… even Jerry was starting to take his clothes off as Diane gaped incredulously. But the one who caught her eyes was Doug… he was built like an Adonis and his slim muscled body seemed to ripple sensuously even when he was standing still. He made his acquaintances and she was certain that he looked at her an awfully long time, then retired to the far corner of the huge living room with Neal's wife Marsha!
Diane watched in bug-eyed amazement. It was all so casual, so matter-of-fact! He just walked over to her and she got up and walked away with him, her arm already around his trim athletic hips.
"Never seen anything quite like it, huh, Diane?" Jerry whispered in her ear. "Well, we all had to start somewhere. This is only Marsha's second time… she's a newcomer like you and Don."
Diane was strangely indignant, for some reason she couldn't quite put her finger on. "And what makes you think we're new at this? Just because we come from a small town doesn't mean we're a couple of rednecks, Jerry."
Jerry smiled indulgently. "Then you do swing?"
"Swing? Oh… yes, sure. Life's not that dull in Evansboro," she replied defensively. Don was across the room already, talking to a very naked – and very obvious – Irene. She looked up at him with bedroom eyes as they talked and made no effort to hide her sensuous nakedness. And Diane quickly noted that Don seemed to be enjoying it as well… while she watched, she saw him touch her, just a light brushing caress, on her bare hip and Irene looked down at his hand and said something that made them both laugh. Wow, he's not wasting any time! Diane thought. Well, he's not the only one who knows how to play this game!
"There… that's what it's all about," Jerry whispered close to her ear, his chest brushing her shoulders. He was still wearing his pants but they were unzipped and Diane suspected that he would be as naked as the rest of them in a few seconds. She followed his line of vision… and gasped in spite of herself!
"What's wrong? Don't you swingers down in Evansboro go in for the more exotic stuff?" he teased.
Diane couldn't take her eyes away from the naked couple on the thick carpet against the far wall. The light was dim from the flickering candles, but their images were clear enough… he was on his back on the floor and she was lying over him. And they were eating each other in an open, unashamed act of sensuous "69"!
"How about it… are you going to join in or just be a spectator?" Jerry asked hopefully, his eyes on the ripe full bulge of her breasts under her pullover blouse.
Diane looked over to her husband for some unspoken encouragement or a disproving nod, but she was in for still another surprise.
Irene had his shirt off already and was running her fingers hotly over his muscled chest. Diane watched as her husband laughed at some shared secret joke and then, though she wouldn't have believed it if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, he started to caress the redhead's bare breasts!
So that's the way it is, huh? Well, two can play at this!
"Sure, Jerry… I'm ready," she said bravely, though her chin was trembling.
"Great… let me help you," Jerry offered anxiously, already lifting the hem of her pullover blouse. He pulled it up and off, along her arms, leaving just her brassiere before her beautiful firm breasts would be naked and ready for his touch. In a flash, that was gone as well, unhooked and dropped to the floor.
Diane shuddered from the chill, but not from the surge of shame that she had expected. It was true, all she had thought of and dreamed of these last troubled days… she was a changed woman, a real swinger now! She wasn't ashamed or embarrassed… why should she be? She had the best body in the room… it wasn't something to hide, it was something to show off!
"Hey, honey… you're all right! You're even better than I'd hoped!" Jerry sighed disbelievingly. His hands cupped her breasts and fondled the crinkly hardening flesh of her nipples with his fingertips. Diane saw Marsha's husband, Neal, move toward his wife and Doug and she watched, expectantly, wondering what was happening. But to her ever-lasting amazement, he merely kneeled beside the lovemakers and began to kiss his wife along her bare back as she sucked the other man's cock!
She saw Irene finish undressing Don, and she looked on in mesmerized arousal as the naked redhead dropped to her knees and began to suck him… her cheeks hollowing and her throat gurgling with her feverish passion!
Diane felt the glowing warmth of her sexuality between her legs and the spreading wetness of her own crotch as Jerry fondled her naked breasts. Suddenly… like something had triggered spontaneously in her unconscious, she began to squirm and groan with anxious desire… she knew what would happen next, and she wanted it. She wanted it badly!
It seemed like another woman who was wriggling out of her skirt and pulling down her pantyhose. Could it be her… was she really stripping down to nothing with this man?
But she knew all the answers now… there could be no deception, no excuses, for what was going to happen. Her husband's job wasn't at stake, she wasn't being forced into it this time… she wanted to do it! She wanted her husband's old friend to kiss her and fuck her while his wife sucked Don's cock! God help her, she wanted it this way!
"Get down on the floor there!" Jerry breathed anxiously as he pulled off his pants. "Get on your knees and you can watch Irene and Don!" Diane's eyebrows rose with wonder as he seemed to read her mind and she did as she was told, kneeling on the thick shag pile that reminded her of Red's house.
Jerry moved up between her bare slender legs and spread her warm clenched buttocks cheeks with his fingers. Diane moaned a throaty surrender to her naked passion as his fingers moved searchingly over the sensitive, pouting lips of her pussy… they already pulsed and quivered with ravenous desire and, at his touch she nearly wet herself!
"Oooohhh,yess… put it in me, Jerry!" she breathed huskily… still watching Irene and her husband through the watery blurred vision of her lust-clenched eyes.
Jerry looked down excitedly at the dewlike beads of warm moistness that lined the pink slit of her cunt. Suddenly he gripped his thick, passion-distended erection and pulled the fleshy foreskin back with his fingers. The knoblike head popped clear of its sheath of rubbery skin, already, dripping with semen as it moved close to her hot liquid love channel. He maneuvered the mushroom-capped head up between her naked buttocks and Diane heard him chuckle as she squirmed back in a maddening attempt to clench his hardness with her nether cheeks and pull him into the hot grip of her tightly grasping cunt!
Jerry moved into her gently at first, letting the bulbous head of his prick slip through the tickling fleece of her pubic hair and into the flowering grip of her cunt! He could feel her incredible labial heat envelop his prick and draw him deeper into her pussy, like a warm velvet fist was pulling at him.
She whimpered animalishly as his cock slithered into her hair-rimmed slit and she wriggled back against him in a desperate effort to force every inch of his lust-quenching erection into her belly. She wanted it there… she wanted all of it, and she wanted Don to see!
Her naked labial lips, hungrily nibbled at his long hard cock as he rocked it lewdly in and out, dripping warm cuntal juices as it slithered in and out in taunting rhythmic strokes that drove her insane with desire… with screaming, writhing adulterous passion!
"P-please, now… nowww!"
He gripped the soft resilient flesh of her buttocks, his fingers so powerfully squeezing her that her delicate nether checks were welted with the marks of his anxious desire. Then, with a grunting shove, he pushed all of his desire-stiffened erection between the warmly clasping lips of her moist pussy.
She cried out with a heady blend of passion and shame, her naked buttocks working back against him as she came alive with savage desires. Her hips ground lasciviously around his impaling hardness and she gasped mournfully with a soul-stirring cry of fervent arousal as he began to fuck her with deep, punishing strokes that swung his heavy, sperm-bloated balls into the cleft between her legs, their fleshiness grinding against the, tumescent pearl of her clitoris. She shuddered and shook with rippling waves of adulterous passion that were visible as they surged along her bare back over the ridges of her spine.
In the flickering candle light, her body seemed to dance with colors almost prismatic as the light reflected in the sheen of perspiration that covered her young nakedness.
"Yes… yes!" she blurted. "Fuck me, Jerry fuck me hard!" Her eyes were open enough to see the nude form of Jerry's wife on her knees at Don's feet. He had his hands on his hips, his head back and was pushing deeply into her mouth, face-fucking her with long delicious strokes that went right down her throat!
Don turned enough to see her and Diane could see his eyes widen in disbelief… I'll show him now! He's looking! I'll show him!
"Harder, Jerry… fuck me with your big beautiful cock! Oh, yes, I love it… I love it!" she nakedly screamed, grinding her buttocks back onto his cock with near-frenzied lust.
Jerry's hands were on the outsides of her nether cheeks and he spread them apart like halves of a hot buttered roll. He could see the winking little hole of her anus, clenching and unclenching as she squirmed back onto his cock and an idea of such wanton immensity flashed in his brain that he almost shouted out loud. Of course! She wouldn't dare refuse me, not now! She's trying to out-do her husband, trying to show him she's a real swinger! It's perfect… man, what a fuck this is going to be!
Diane blushed at the lewd noise of his cock as it slipped from the tight wet grip of her cunt. She groaned and opened her lips to speak, but it was all so quick that she never knew what was happening… until it was too late!
With superhuman exertion, Jerry held her asscheeks in position and pulled her back over his cock like she was nothing more than a huge condom. His cock rubbed salaciously over the quivering nether ring of her anus and Diane gasped as she felt the lust-hardened prodding of his prick as it pushed into the naked, vulnerable nether grip of her rectum! If he had taken his time, or even given a hint of what he was going to do, she might have stopped him, but he surged into her rectal tightness like a pile-driver!
She gritted her teeth and tears trickled cooly down her flushed cheeks as she stifled the scream that she, wanted to let explode from her lungs so badly… No, I won't! Don'll laugh at me, they'll all laugh at me! I won't scream! I won't!
Through the stinging fog of tears, she was only vaguely aware of the others moving closer for a better look, forsaking their own sensual pleasures for the vicarious thrill of watching Jerry with this beautiful new blonde… watching him sadistically sodomize her while Irene gave her husband the blow-job of his life!
They all watched as the blue-veined stiffness of Jerry's long hard cock worked between her buttocks cheeks in a deep-thrusting tempo that, brought incoherent gurgling noises from the hapless blonde's trembling lips. Jerry slaved over her nakedly grinding ass with feverish ecstasy, groaning from the exquisite pressure of her rubbery nether grip as her rectum clenched tightly around his prick.
His hips moved in a rhythmic movement, each backstroke of his pelvis, drawing his cock from the fleshy pink grip of her rectum as Doug and Marsha, and Neal leaned close for a wide-eyed look. The moist softness of her rectal flesh was pulled, still clinging, from inside her, only to be roughly crammed in again with his next skewering lunge.
She choked and gasped for breath, as if his huge cudgel-like cock had filled her completely in its unnatural invasion, but everyone – even Don from nearby as he watched disbelievingly – could see her growing shameless arousal as she began to hump back onto his sodomizing cock, working her ass in tiny concentric circles of rising passion around the thick, blood-heated pole of his prick!
"Mmmmm, Jerry… It's so big there in my ass! It's so big…" She was babbling mindlessly now, her eyes clenched shut as if nothing else in the whole universe mattered except the delicious ass-fucking that her husband's friend was giving her!
Naked squeals of carnal ecstasy rippled from her throat and her skin tingled with goose-bumps as he fucked her again and again… long deep strokes that seared heatedly right up into her belly!
Her ass was moving in a sensuous grinding dance around the thick, lust-engorged length of his hung-like cock; her buttocks cheeks clenched and unclenched with naked ferocity as they milked wantonly at the lust-pole of his virile manhood. She was squeezing him incredibly and he groaned with every sinewy clenching of her ass around his aching prick.
Don could see it all, like a super-dirty, X-rated movie. Only this fantastic, sexed-up girl was no actress working for money… this was his wife, Diane! He found himself gripping Irene's head like a melon and pulling her face hard against his loins as she sucked his cock deliciously. He shook his head slowly as he watched his wife's wanton performance. Half of him screamed for some kind of moral sanity… demanded that he stop this and run to take Diane away from this whole scene before it was too late. But the other half, in a louder voice, urged him on… and he already knew what urge he would obey. He wanted to watch her get fucked out of her mind… and he wanted to cum right down Irene's cock-suckin' throat while he watched Jerry screw his wife!
"Oh, Jerry, Jerry… fuck my ass! Fuck it hard!" she panted mindlessly as the others laughed at her sudden metamorphosis. They had known in advance what this brutal sodomization would do to her eventually… that sooner or later the hurtful sadistic thrusts would intrude on her unconscious and drive her mad with masochistic hunger! She was wild with a burning, screaming cock-hunger now and nothing would quench it but the thrill of Jerry's virile erection gushing into the ravenous nether grip of her asshole!
Diane heard their voices, heard them laughing at some private humor but she never, really suspected that it concerned her. Who cared if they laughed… she was getting what she wanted – seven inches of rock-hard cock up her tail!
But suddenly there was someone's hands, on her, someone besides Jerry… she opened her eyes to see, but before she could comprehend, she was lifted bodily by a pair of strong masculine arms… and was flat on her back, her asshole still stuffed with Jerry's upraised cock as he lucked her from below!
"Atta'boy, Jerry… you never missed a beat!" a feminine voice exclaimed.
"Now, Doug… let's see this sandwich routine. I never saw it except in a movie!" It was Marsha, Diane guessed, for it was a woman's voice that she didn't recognize. She was still confused, her eyes darting from face to face as the others leered down at her. Their features, in her blind sodomistic lust, were distorted and inhuman and she whimpered fearfully as Jerry pumped thrust after thrust of naked, glistening cock up her ass.
Suddenly she knew what was in, store for her… and she tried to scream but the cry stuck in her throat like bad meat. They were going to fuck her together… Doug and Jerry were going to fuck her at the same time, one in her cunt and the other hugely in her rectum!
The handsome Greek-God crawled over her, his legs between hers until he pushed her thighs back, pressing her legs down into the crushed softness of her breasts. He did a kind of powerful push-up over her, the muscles in his Adonis-like body tautening as his long hard cock slid up along the moist slit of her pussy until he felt the soft fleshy lips yield to his insistence and he dropped his muscular loins to hers, sinking his cock in a single, slithering thrust… right into her belly!
"Unngghhhh! God, I can feel both of you inside me! Both your beautiful hard cocks so hot and thick inside me!" she grunted as the two men developed a joint rhythm of pagan lust as they buffeted her cruelly between them, impaled on their poker-hot cocks!
"Aaawww… aaaawww!" she bawled as she ground alternately up and down, taking everything they could throw to her, every inch of their long, deep-thrusting erections. She had her arms around the young man on top of her and she began to kiss him mindlessly, her lips wetly caressing his lips and his cheeks and neck as the flames of her passion consumed her with masochistic desire!
Both of them could feel the wildly erotic sensation of sharing her love-channels… Doug in her flowering vagina as Jerry thrust up from below, sodomizing her savagely with long, punishing strokes that seared deeply into her insides. They could feel themselves inside her, their twin, hard cocks separated by just the membrane between her rectum and the clasping pink wetness of her pussy. Without intending it, just in response to the naked primeval rhythm of their wanton act, the two naked men developed a tempo of sandwich-fuck incitement. They pushed her back and forth between them, first Doug in a deep cock-thrust of his long youthfully rigid prick that bored deep in her lust-tautened belly. And then Jerry from under her, pushing his prick up into the nether grip of her rectum as she clenched at it with the fleshy cheeks of her bottom!
She alternated passionately between them, squirming down onto the upraised stiffness of Jerry's erection, then salaciously grinding her loins up at the young naked man's glistening prick as it bored relentlessly into her belly like a hot poker!
He was young and almost too good looking… beautiful really, if that could be used to describe a young man as virile and unmistakably manly as he was, and Diane grabbed at his slender young body, pulling him down onto her and kissing him arousedly.
Oh, I hope you're watching, Don… You've got your blow-job from Irene, but look at me, lover! I've got two beautiful cocks in me at once… two!
Suddenly… she was there. It happened as fast as Doug's unexpected entry, a swelling crescendo of naked passion that suddenly overpowered her and she began to gurgle incoherently. Her body tensed so incredibly that Doug and Jerry feared that something was wrong… until the mindless, window-shaking scream of her orgasm blasted from her naked chest… "Aaaaagghhhhhhh! I'm cumming, God, I'm… cccuuummiinnngg!!"
Her breasts danced wantonly under Doug's feverish buffeting thrusts and she writhed convulsively in an age-old dance of ecstasy as she shivered and choked from her breath-taking orgasm. She pounded powerfully on Doug's bare back, glancing punches that the athletic young Adonis hardly felt and she ground her pert asscheeks down onto Jerry's achingly hard erection with such wanton vigor that he could hardly manage a breath.
"Unnggh…" Jerry grunted into her ear and she felt the throbbing jerk of his cock. Their cocks, like the two-pronged cocks of an incubus, were so close inside her that Doug easily felt the other man's throbbing ejaculation, like a big fist tightening inside the writhing blonde, and his own gushing eruption was just seconds behind Jerry's.
Like a twin-headed nozzle, they gushed torrents of viscous, seething sperm into her until she sloshed inside with the mingled flood of their combined orgasms.
He had held it back as long as he could, and even now his balls ached with a ferocious kind of lust-bloated heat, like some sadist was holding a blowtorch to his nuts. He grabbed Irene's small head with both his hands… he had worked forward so far as she sucked him that she was practically between his legs now and his thighs closed around her head as he facefucked her to the trembling brink of his cumgushing climax!
His hands clamped over her ears and he pushed his cock deeply down her throat. She swallowed… neatly choking… and his prick slithered wetly down her throat, lubricated with the warm pungence of his seminal emissions.
"Suck it, suck it hard… I'm gonna' cum!" be choked as he watched his wife's wanton performance nearing its screaming leg kicking climax.
His cock was buried to the hilt down her gullet and she could scarcely breathe as, her nose was pressed into the curly thickness of his pubic hair.
Suddenly, with a gasp that hissed between his teeth, Don started to cum… His lust-bloated balls exploded their viscous eruption and it raced along the thick, blood-heated pole of his cock. The rushing tide of fellatial orgasm paused for a butt-clenching instant at the end of his cock… and then it fired down her throat with a ferocity that choked her as she tried to swallow it all down without gagging.
"Mmmmm, yes, baby… yessss! Suck it, honey! Swallow every drop, you cock-hungry bitch… nowwww!"
And as the gushing thick cream of his orgasm filled her mouth and throat until it overflowed and trickled from the corner of her lips, he could see Diane's body, her nakedness sandwiched between the two men, still quaking and trembling with the after-shocks of her wild sodomistic revel!
How much later was it? Well, they had no idea whatsoever. It could have been hours, days, even weeks… but they were all sated, grins of absolute satisfaction on their lips as they lay nakedly sprawled around the room.
Diane had worked her way back to Don… first with the two men and then with Doug alone, followed by a brief bout of sensual lovemaking with Neal that was like dessert after an especially tasty meal.
Where Doug and Jerry were rough and forceful, Neal was gentle and caressing. He was like a poet to their virile working man's coarseness and the perfect cap to an incredible evening that she would long remember.
"Are you mad at me for not telling you?" Don whispered as they sat on the sofa, leaning precariously onto one another.
Diane opened her mouth to speak, but the words just wouldn't form. She smiled and kissed him instead, and Don looked at her small feminine head on his bare chest… Oh, honey, I hope I did right bringing you into this. I really hope it wasn't a mistake!
She wriggled as he looked at her and her fingers went down to his sore and battered cock, now flaccid and limp. She teased it mercilessly until it was hard again and then squirmed over onto his lap, placing it deftly up between her thighs. One tiny adjustment, one final wiggle, and he was in her again.
Don smiled thinly and began to fuck her but he couldn't escape the blank expression on her face. She was enraptured with the salacious thrill of his erection up between her cuntal lips and she gurgled with rousing incitement as he pushed hard into the ravaged depths of her warm and clasping vagina.
Yet there was something peculiar about the way that she looked, a kind of strange distant expression that masked her pretty face and made a near, stranger out of his wife.
It took him a while before he recognized it, before he realized what it was that was making her look this way… it was the blank nakedness of a woman just before her climax, the emptiness of character that cried aloud… I don't care who you are or what are, give me your cock! Give me your cock!