Ginger was in bed, asleep, when Tom got home, and the next day they didn't ask each other how they'd spent the evening. Then came the hard part. Tom and Ginger were secretly trying to give up their lovers and stay faithful to each other. Several days passed, and by Friday they were both so uptight, horny, and irritable, they could hardly eat.
When Tom got home from work on Friday, he grabbed a beer, flopped into his favorite chair, and sighed loudly, "Man, I'm beat."
"Ohhh, I hope you're not too tired," Ginger said. "Jerry and June Thomas have invited us over for dinner."
"Shit!" Tom exclaimed. "All I wanta do is rest."
"Oh, I'm sure we'll have a nice time," Ginger said. "They're nice people. But if you're really too tired, I'll call and cancel."
Tom thought it over. Getting out might help distract him from his nagging lust for Stacy. He felt so irritable from not fucking her that he'd probably pick a fight with Ginger if they stayed home. Add like Ginger said, the Thomases were fun to be with.
"That's okay, honey," he said, "We'll go."
Ginger was secretly relieved. She was climbing the walls being without Sonny, and she hoped that tonight at least she wouldn't think constantly of how great it had been making love to him.
June and Jerry Thomas lived next door. They were a bright and attractive couple in their late twenties. When Ginger and Tom walked into their house later that evening, they were suddenly very glad they'd come. Preoccupied with Stacy and Sonny, they'd forgotten just how attractive the Thomases were.
"Hi, Tom," June said, hurrying up to give him a quick hug and a peck on the cheek. "It's been ages since we got together."
Tom grinned and ogled her as she stepped back. June was a slim but curvy girl of average height, her long black hair straight and gleaming. She had a tiny firm waist, round but slim hips, great long legs. Her deep tan set off a flashing white smile. Her clinging red jumpsuit showed her figure deliciously, and her round ripe orange-size tits jiggled bra-less behind a low-cut neckline.
Christ, Tom thought, what a sexy little chick.
Meanwhile Jerry was giving Ginger the same sort of greeting, the quick hug and kiss. "Ginger," he said, "you're looking great. Not just great, spectacular."
"Why, thank you, Jerry," Ginger said with a blush.
She found it hard not to stare at Jerry Thomas. She'd forgotten how devilishly sexy he was. Tall, with thick black hair, he wasn't as squarely-built as her husband, but his lanky body was hard and graceful and deeply tanned. His cotton shirt was open at the neck, showing the top of the thick black mat of hair on his chest. He had a grin that automatically made Ginger feel horny.
Boy, she thought, would I like to make it with him.
After dinner the drinking began in earnest, with Jerry's excellent dry martinis keeping everyone mellow and laughing. Ginger and Tom were losing their inhibitions fast under the influence of the alcohol. After so many days without sex, thinking constantly of the lovers they'd given up, it was a potentially dangerous scene.
June got up and went into the kitchen for some snacks, and Tom impulsively followed her. Ginger and Jerry were having a hot conversation, and he hoped they wouldn't notice what he was doing. Quite frankly he was hoping to make some time with June. He was so horny by now, he wouldn't be cautious about it.
"This has been a great party, June," he said as they walked into the kitchen.
"Oh, it's just beginning," June smiled. "Hope you're not thinking of going home yet."
"Oh, no," Tom said. "I just wanted to tell you what a great job you're doing."
He pretended to be only playful as he leaned down and gave her a quick kiss on the mouth. June just stood there and accepted it, smiling, and Tom got bold enough to try again. He slipped his arm around her and kissed her lingeringly, working his mouth back and forth over hers. Again June stayed cool, didn't protest, and Tom took another chance, wriggling his tongue into her mouth.
"Ummmmmm," June murmured.
Her little slick tongue tickled his, played with it. Tom felt a burst of lusty excitement. He pressed June against the wall, rubbing the soft lump of his crotch against the springy mound of her bush. June didn't rub back, didn't put her arms around him, but that naughty tongue-play was still going on, June fully engaged.
"Why, Tom," she laughed when they broke the kiss, "I didn't know you were such a sexy kisser."
She seemed completely undisturbed by the incident, regarding it as some kind of game. Tom's eyes swept hungrily up and down her slim but deliciously curved body. In that tight red jumpsuit, she looked good enough to eat. He was positive she wasn't wearing a bra, either. He could see the little hard points of her nipples.
"Oh, I'm a real sexy kisser," he replied. "Want another demonstration?"
June laughed and said, "I bet you can't improve over the last one."
"Oh, yes, I can," said Tom, grabbing her again. This time he didn't play any games, wasn't gentle. With his hard aggressive kiss and the deep thrust of his tongue, he jet June know how badly he wanted her. But it was hard to tell how June felt. She kissed him back, tickling his tongue with hers, and she didn't try to squirm away when he rubbed loins with her, but she seemed to be just teasing, no real passion in her kiss.
"June, dammit, you're really turning me on," Tom muttered.
She just laughed and started to move away, but Tom, too horny to be careful, scooped her up in his arms and carried her over to a chair. He sat down with June on his lap, one arm firmly around her, and used his free hand to reach down the low-cut neck of her jumpsuit and capture one silky hot tit. He'd been right, she wasn't wearing a bra.
"Tom!" she laughed. "Are you nuts? I hope you don't intend to rape me right here in my kitchen."
"I just thought we'd have a little fun," Tom said huskily, squeezing her warm soft boob. "Jerry and Ginger are busy talking. They won't notice."
June stretched and peered around the corner into the living room. "They're not even there any more," she said. "They must have gone out on the patio."
"Great," said Tom.
He rapidly unbuttoned the front of her jumpsuit, opened it, and gawked at her naked breasts. She had lovely boobs, just about the size of Stacy's, round and perfectly firm and silky-soft. But in contrast to Stacy's rather large red cone-shaped nipples, June's were small and bud-like and dark red. Tom moaned with horny excitement and cupped her satiny tits. They just fit his hands.
"You've got a fantastic body, June," he sighed.
"My husband thinks so," she said pointedly.
Tom blushed, but he was in too much need to quit now. He felt a little ashamed of himself but he knew June would practically have to hit him over the head with a brick to get him to stop his advances. Giving up Stacy had been hell. He needed a woman to ball, needed one urgently. And that did not include his cool, unresponsive wife.
"I'm sorry," he painted, "but I just can't seem to keep my hands off you."
June didn't say anything, just smiled. Tom ran his hand eagerly over her soft hot tits, rubbing the pretty little nipples with his thumbs, urging them into taut erection. He bent down and sucked one bud-like nipple into his mouth, lashing it with his tongue. He could feel the little red nub throbbing in his mouth as he began to suck it fast and hard. "Ummmmmm, nice," June murmured.
Her attitude puzzled him. She didn't get angry, didn't tell him to quit, but on the other hand, she showed only mild interest in his attentions. He was determined to get more response out of her. While he went on sucking her hard little nipple, he unbuttoned more of her jumpsuit, down to where he could see the top of her white lacy panties.
Quickly he slipped his hand inside her panties and cupped the springly warm puff of her mons. He pressed down, flattening her pubic curls, and wriggled a finger inside the fat mons lips. He touched the firm little bump of her clit. It was moist but not hot.
"Tom, you rascal," June chuckled.
He was tired of her calm cool amusement. He wanted to really get a rise out of her. He pressd his fingertip firmly against her moist little clit and began to rub, in just the way that always drove Stacy wild. The results weren't long in coming. June went limp against him, sighing, and suddenly he felt a scalding blast of cream wetting his finger.
"Tom," she said huskily, "do you really want to get it on with me?"
"Christ, yes," he panted. "Yes. Now."
"All right," she said, slipping off his lap. "Just come with me."
Meanwhile Ginger and Jerry, deep in conversation, had taken their drinks and wandered out to the patio. Ginger knew she was a little drunk, and she felt daring and excited and terrifically horny. It seemed like her pussy had been hot and swollen with need for days on end. Yes, it had, ever since she'd made herself give up Sonny.
She knew she'd done the right thing, that she loved Tom and ought to be faithful to him, but it was killing her to be without decent sex. Tom's quick unadorned balling just wouldn't take care of the need she felt for long, delicious sessions of kinky play and prolonged fucking. She felt she was going to wither up and die without it.
So when she found herself alone with Jerry, that incredibly sexy neighbor of hers, she couldn't help the horny, wicked impulses that coursed through her body. If Jerry made even the slightest pass at her, by God, she was going to respond. She just hoped they wouldn't be disturbed for awhile. She looked back anxiously into the lighted living room.
"What happened to Tom and June?" she said. "They're in the kitchen," Jerry said. "I think he's helping her with the snacks. We'll just have to amuse each other for a while."
"Fine by me," Ginger purred.
As they strolled by the edge of the pool, Ginger contrived several times to "accidentally" bump against Jerry. From there she went on to rubbing herself against him in a gentle friendly way. She felt a little embarrassed, but, Christ, she needed some attention so badly. If Jerry was at all interested, he'd take the hint.
After about the fourth time she rubbed against him, he reached down without a word and slipped his arm around her. Ginger felt sharp excitement as they walked like that, hips rubbing, and she could feel the heat of his body and smell his good natural male scent. Jerry walked her over to a comfortable lounge, and they sat down, his arm still around her. In unspoken agreement they set their drinks aside.
"You'r a beautiful woman, Ginger," Jerry said with a friendly smile.
She turned her face up, practically inviting his kiss, and he pressed his mouth against hers, lightly at first and then with increasing pressure. Ginger was so horny that her cunt started to leak hot juice, soaking the crotch of her panties, and her lips opened eagerly. Jerry's slippery hot tongue snaked into her mouth.
"Ummmmm," Ginger murmured.
He held her tighter, drew her closer, till her big firm brests pressed against his chest. Ginger was quivering with need by then, unable to control her response to his kiss. She wantonly tickling her tongue into his mouth, lashing it back and forth over ha tongue. She knew she was being shameless, but she just couldn't help it.
"Very interesting," Jerry chuckled as he broke the kiss. "I never knew you were attracted to me, Ginger."
"I-I'm afraid I am, Jerry," she stammered, blushing right down to her toes.
"Nothing to be ashamed of," he replied. "We can have a little fun before they join us."
Ginger was wearing matching blue sequined pants and sweater which hugged her dazzling figure, the sweater buttoning down the front. Jerry's deft fingers quickly undid the buttons and exposed Ginger's skimpy blue lace bra. Just as deftly he reached around and unhooked her bra and pushed it up over the great thrusting mountains of her tits. He gazed in awe at her big round boobs and their dainty light pink nipples.
"Great tits," he muttered, "really great."
"You-You can touch them if you want," Ginger stammered, amazed at her own boldness.
Jerry chuckled, "I fully intend to, my dear."
Then Ginger fell back limp and breathless with excitement as his firm warm hands closed on her sensitive breasts. She was in so much need that at his very touch her big tits swelled up firm and taut, ultra sensitive to his slightest movement. He lightly tickled one nipple with his fingertip, and, the naughty little bud immediately went erect and hard.
"Oh, my God, Jerry," she gasped, "you're making me so excited."
He just laughed, as mild and friendly as ever. He was interested in her, all right, but he didn't seem as excited as she was. Ginger wondered how he could remain so cool. She was certainly no dog. She knew she was a very attractive woman, and here she was practically throwing herself at him, but Jerry seemed to regard it as just a mild little game.
He held her big swollen breasts, which nearly overflowed his hands, and rubbed her nipples with his thumbs, sending sharp bursts of pleasure right down to her pussy. Ginger blushed, knowing that both her panties and slacks must be wet with her horny juice by now. Then she felt Jerry's hand creeping down under the elastic waist of her slacks, over her smooth flat belly, inside her panties.
"Yes," Ginger gasped, "YES!"
Oh, she was being shameless, but she didn't seem to be able to control herself. She just lay back and let Jerry put his hand down her pants, let him press and squeeze the soft curly puff of her mon. Now she was creaming steadily, hotly, and he must have felt her wetness, the searing heat of her pussy.
He snaked a finger through her bush and between the fat slick lips of her mans, to touch the tiny hot button of her clit. He began to tickle and rub her horny little nub, and Ginger felt her whole body melting with pleasure. Helplessly she creamed all over his deliciously stroking finger.
Jerry felt the hot rush of cream, and he chuckled, "You liked that."
"Oh, yes," Ginger gasped, "yes, very much."
He tickled her hot little button again, and the same thing happened. Ginger gasped with pleasure and juiced all over his finger. She was ashamed of her wanton response to his frigging, but she had no control over it. Her body missed Sonny's expert love-making so much. She was overdue for some attention.
Jerry went on rubbing her waked erect clit, making her moan with delight, and in her horny need, she reached out, fumbled around, and found his crotch. Wickedly she cased her hand over the soft lump of his cock and pressed down. There couldn't be any doubt now about what she wanted from him. She might as well have asked him to fuck her.
"Listen, Ginger," he said huskily, "you really want me to make love to you? I mean, go all the way?"
Ginger blushed beet red but managed to stammer, "Y-Yes, Jerry, yes, I really do. Oh, God, the sooner the better."
"Okay," he said, taking her hand and pulling her to her feet, "just come along with me."
"But what about Tom and June?" Ginger said anxiously.
"No sweat," Jerry said. "You'll see."
They walked into the flying room just as Tom and June were coming out of the kitchen, June flashed them a big smile, which, made Ginger feel guilty as hell. Here she'd been out on the patio necking with this woman's husband, seducing him, and June was being innocently friendly. Or was she? Just then Ginger noticed that Tom and June were holding hands.
"Guess what, darling?" June chirped to Jerry. "Tom wants to fuck me."
Ginger and Tom went white with shock at her words. They became even more shocked when Jerry smilingly replied, "Great. Ginger wants me to ball her."
Tom and Ginger stared at each other, then mouths hanging open. Pale shock was succeeded by red-laced blushing. Both felt guilty and angry at the same time, guilty over their own behavior, angry at the other's treachery. Tom recovered first, striding furiously toward Ginger.
"You mean you've been out there making love to Jerry?" he demanded. "You slut."
"I'm no worse than you," Ginger replied hotly. "You were doing the same thing in the kitchen with June."
"Now, now, you two." Jerry said mildly, "there's no need for that. We all want you to get it on, and we can. What could be better?"
"W-What do you mean?" said Tom.
June said calmly, "Look, you guys, you must know, that when people have, been married awhile, they get a little bored with each other. They still love each other, but they dig getting it on with other partners now and then. Jerry and I have agreed that it's ok."
Ginger gasped and said, "You mean, you're swingers?"
"That's right," Jerry grinned, "and it's sure saved our marriage from being dull. Matter of fact, that's why we invited you two over tonight. We were hoping you'd want to swing. It's turning out just like we hoped."
"Like hell," said Tom. "I'm not sharing my wife with anybody."
"But you were ready to make it with me," June reminded him.
Tom blushed and shut up. There was nothing he or Ginger could say without sounding like hypocrites. They were shocked at the idea of swinging, and yet both obviously had been ready to sneak around about it. Jerry and June were at least out in the oven about making it with other people.
"Well," Jerry said briskly, "now that that's settled, why don't we get started?"
"Right on," June agreed.
Before Tom and Ginger's wide shocked eyes, the Thomases began to undress.
"Come on, you two," June laughed. "Don't hold up the party. Get your clothes off."
But for a long time Tom and Ginger could only stare, not believing it was really happening. Tom watched June as she skinned out of her tight red jumpsuit and stood wearing just her skimpy white undies.
"More fun that way," June said. "It's a kick to wear lace panties and high heels." Smiling, she kicked off her shoes, her pretty little tits bouncing. With no shame at all, she hooked her thumbs under her panties and pulled them down, revealing a sweet blue-black triangle of morn curls.
Tom swallowed hard and felt his cock twitching with interest. June had a terrific body, slim yet sexy, firm and silky. He wanted her so badly, he could have howled with horny need. June grinned at him, and as she stepped out of her panties, he could see a glimpse of her pretty scarlet pussy.
"Oh, Christ," Tom muttered hoarsely.
Meanwhile Ginger was gawking open-mouthed at Jerry while he quickly undressed. He was down to his shorts in no time, and like his wife he showed not a trace of embarrassment. He pulled down his shorts, and Ginger saw his coal-black bush, his long pale flopping dick, his rosy black-thatched swinging balls. In spite of her shock, she felt a sudden rush of hot juice from her cunt.
"Oh, my God," she mumbled.
"Well, come on, come on," Jerry said, grinning, "let's get with it, you guys. Are you gonna join in or not?"
Tom said homely, "You mean change partnrs?"
"Yep," Jerry grinned.
"Right here in front of each other?" Ginger gaped.
Tom and Ginger stared at each other. They weren't angry any more, just bewildered. They didn't know what to do. The Thomases made the decision for them. Jerry walked up to Ginger and started unbuttoning her sweater. June strolled over to Tom and started opening his shirt.
Tom decided they'd have to walk out, get away from this wickedness, but he didn't wove. He was looking at June's enticingly bouncing tits and sweet little black muff as she smilingly undressed him. Slowly he could think of nothing but how much he wanted her. Meanwhile she'd stripped him right down to his shorts.
"Hey," he stammered as she started tugging his shorts down, "maybe we better not do this."
"Nonsense," June laughed, "we're going to have a wonderful time."
The next thing he knew, his shorts were down around his ankles, June helping him to step out of them. She was eyeing his fat limp dick with no modesty at all. She grabbed his hand and led him out to the center of the room, urging him down onto the soft gold tug.
"This looks like a good place," she said. She dived for his cock. "AHHHHHH!" Tom gasped, bent over him. He was lying on his back, June her pert little red nipples tickling his belly. He felt the fierce heat and delicious wetness of her mouth around his limp cock. He felt her powerful expert sucking, saw her gleaming black head bouncing up and down. Out of blurred eyes he also saw his wife staring at him, but he was fast succumbing to the exquisite pleasure of having his cock sucked.
No, he wasn't going to fight. This was too damned much fun. Tom lay back on the rug, a horny grin spreading over his face, while June noisily and briskly sucked his limp soft dick. The sensation was fantastic, and it wasn't long before he felt his meat swelling up and going had in her mouth.
"Yeah, baby, yeah," he panted, "suck my cock. Christ, that's great."
Ginger must have heard him, of course, but too bad. They could argue later. Right now he intended to have all the fun he could. His cock-juice started bubbling out, and June ate it greedily, gurgling and salivating all around his stiffened prick. She reached down and cupped his balls in her hot little hand, giving them a brisk massage. Tom moaned loudly with pleasure.
Meanwhile Ginger had blushed hotter and hotter as Jerry quickly and deftly took off her clothes. Like Tom, she felt they should walk out on this depraved scene, yet she couldn't seem to move or protest. Off went her shoes, slacks, sweater, and bra, till she was standing there in just her panties, Jerry grinning and ogling her big quivering breasts.
When he grabbed her panties and started tugging them dawn, Ginger gave a squeal of alarm.
"Oh, no, Jerry," she cried, "that's enough. We can't do this."
"Hell, why not?" Jerry laughed. "They are."
Ginger looked past him and saw Tom and June lying on the rug, Tom on his back, June bent over him. June had Tom's cock inter mouth, sucking on it like crazy. Ginger could hear the obscene slurping noise all the way across the room. Tom had a big grin on his face and was moaning with pleasure. Ginger's face flamed.
Well, by God, if Tom had given in that easily, there was nothing to hold her back. She was still modest about having an audience, but she blushingly allowed Jerry to pull down her panties and slip them off over her feet. He ogled her flaming-red bush and licked his lips.
"Come on," he said, taking her hand.
Jerry led her out to the center of the room, not five feet from the other couple, and eased her down onto her back. Ginger was blushing furiously, yet determined to have all the fun Tom was having. Jerry gently opened hre legs, revealing her lush red gash with its fringe of delicate orange curls. He flattened out between her legs and rubbed his face against her fluffy copper-colored muff.
"You're uptight," he said gently. "That's natural, it's your first time at this. Here's something to relax you."
Then Ginger felt his slick hot tongue snaking between the furry lips of her mons and tickling the highly sensitive bud of her clit. Dizzying pleasure washed over her. Jerry pressed his tongue harder against her hot little button and licked fast.
"Ohhhhhh," Ginger moaned, "Ohhhhhhhh!" Although her husband was only five feet away from her and staring at her now, she just couldn't resist the joy of having her pussy eaten. She opened her legs as wide as she could, giving Jerry plenty of room to work, and drifted off on a tide of hot pleasure. She and Tom might fight later about this, but, by God, she was going to enjoy herself now.
"Ummmmm, Jerry, that's so nice," she moaned.
Tom blinked and watched his beautiful redhaired wife, hardly believing she was the same cool unresponsive woman he'd known in bed. She had her legs spread wantonly wide, and she was grinning and moaning unashamedly as Jerry licked her ripe red pussy. Tom could see the hot cream spurting from her cunt, telling him how hotly aroused she was. Ginger quivered with pleasure and didn't hesitate to let Jerry know how much fun she was having.
"Oooooooo!" she squealed. "I love that, Jerry. Ummmmmm, yes, eat me!"
Tom was a little bewildered, but his attention wandered when June suddenly released his rock-hard spit-soaked cock from her mouth and leaped up to straddle him. She brought her red-hot wet cunt mouth down to touch the swollen purple head of his dick.
"I think you're ready now, lover," she laughed. "Go ahead, put it in me."
Tom eagerly complied, thrusting his great knobby cock-head into her wonderfully tight slick box. June helped him, sliding down the stiff impalement till his hard cock-head touched her womb.
"Oooooooo!" June squealed, "Great! Baby, you are really hung."
Meanwhile Jerry had licked Ginger's bright red pussy till it was creamy and swollen and seethingly hot. "I think you're ready, too," he told her with a chuckle.
He quickly fitted the bulbous hard head of his cock to the snug wet mouth of her cunt, then pushed in. Ginger screamed with pleasure as his thick meat deliciously stuffed her horny little box. He began to ball her deep and hard and fast.
"Yes!" she wailed. "Oh, yes! Fuck me!"
Her shrill cry of pleasure made Tom turn his head and look at her. For a moment husband wife locked eyes and recognized each other's hot uncontrolled pleasure. But it was clearly not the moment for a domestic argument. In silent agreement they turned away to enjoy their new partners.
Soon everyone was howling and coming, June bouncing furiously up and dawn the hard pole of Tom's squirting cock while delicious spasms shook her body, Ginger cream-like floods of juice around Jerry's deep-thrusting gushing prick. When they'd all caught their breath, Jerry spoke.
"Fantastic," he said with a grin. "How about a little rest, some drinks, and then another round?"
Tom glanced briefly at Ginger and saw her blush hotly. He knew what that meant. She was feeling the same secret excitement he was.
"Sure," he said, "why not?"