Carol had her usual attack of guilts after Tom left. She made a sincere vow to give her marriage another chance. She’d spend the whole evening with John, she decided, and somehow she’d get him away from his work and into bed. Then perhaps she could teach him a few new tricks.
After dinner the three couples sat around talking for awhile. Then, as Carol had expected, John excused himself, saying he wanted to finish doing his papers. Carol got up and started out of the room after him.
“I think I’ll go to bed early, maybe read a book,” she told the others. “See you tomorrow.”
She took John’s arm as they walked down the hall, and he gave her a vaguely affectionate look. It wasn’t much, but it was encouraging. Ordinarily he looked right through her. The moment they were alone in their room, Carol put her arms around him and kissed him, wriggling against him suggestively.
“Darling,” she purred, “you don’t really have to do that work right now, do you?”
John kissed the tip of her nose and said, “Afraid so.”
He walked over to the card table he was using as a desk, sat down, and put on his reading glasses. Carol just stared at him for a moment, then gave a deep sigh. This wasn’t going to be easy. It would take more than a kiss and a hint to get John’s mind off his work.
She began undressing, not ten feet from his table. She slipped out of her pants and jersey, kicking off her shoes, and unhooked her bra. She was facing John as she whisked the bra off, and he couldn’t have failed to see her big firm naked tits out of the corner of his eye. Still he didn’t look up. Carol seized the waistband of her panties and began inching them down.
She moved closer to the table. She slipped the panties down over the delicious rounds of her ass, then over her golden little muff. The panties slithered down her legs and she stepped out of them. No reaction from John. She walked over and stood behind him, snaking her arms around his neck. She kissed the top of his head.
“Couldn’t you take just a small break, darling?” she said. “I know something we could do that’s a lot more fun than grading papers.”
“Uh-huh, pretty soon,” John mumbled.
Carol gathered her patience and slipped onto his lap. She was totally naked, her firm round ass rubbing his fly, her large pointed boobs nudging his shirt front. She gave him her most enticing smile as she caressed the back of his neck and kissed him hotly on the mouth. Then she picked up his hand and laid it on the soft warm curls of her bush.
She couldn’t possibly give him a bigger hint than that. Just sitting naked in his lap was turning her on like mad, and she was sure it must have the same effect on him. She wriggled her hot little tongue into his mouth, pressed her big swollen tits harder against his chest. It had been so long since they’d balled. Surely he must be wanting her by now.
“All work and no play makes John a dull boy,” she told him huskily. “Makes his wife awfully restless, too. Please, darling, just a little break?”
John sighed and gently eased her off his lap. “I really have to get this work done,” he said. “But there’s not many papers left. I should be done by midnight.”
Midnight? That was nearly four hours away, and Carol was ragingly horny right NOW. Not trusting herself to speak, she was so angry, she stalked over to the bed and threw herself down on it. She wanted to kick and scream and cry like a four-year-old. What in God’s name was the matter with the man? She was sure by now that the problem was John’s not hers.
She wasn’t any nymphomaniac. She just wanted regular and decent sex, like any healthy young woman. True, she’d been unfaithful to John with two different men that weekend, but that was out of desperation. She’d never have cheated on him if he’d been taking care of her in bed. If only she could get through to him and make him understand how really desperate she was!
She glanced at John. He was bent over his work, his mind a million miles away from her. It was no use trying to talk to him now. She’d have to wait till midnight, maybe later, before she could get his attention. In the meantime she might as well rejoin the others in the living room. She didn’t really feel in the mood for reading.
Sighing, Carol slipped on a warm terry cloth robe and slippers. “I don’t feel tired after all,” she told John. “I’ll go sit with the others till you’re finished.”
“Uh-huh,” John said without looking up.
Carol walked slowly down the hall, feeling blue and defeated. She was almost to the living room when she began paying attention to the voices. She paused on the threshold, hidden in the shadows, and listened with growing amazement to what the others were saying.
“Why, you devils!” Lucie was laughing. “You mean you two have been carrying on for six months?”
“That’s right,” Brent said. “We figured it was time to tell both of you. We got tired of sneaking around.”
Lucie and Tom both howled with laughter, and Amy said, “What’s so damned funny, you two?”
“Well, I suppose we might as well tell you,” Tom said, “since you’re being so open. Lucie and I have been having an affair for just about six months, too. We’ve been debating whether to tell you.”
Now Brent and Amy broke into laughter.
“Pretty slick,” Brent said. “You sure fooled me.”
To Carol’s astonishment, nobody seemed angry. There were no tears, fights, or hurt feelings. These were two very unusual couples. This wasn’t a scene she should walk in on, either. The Davises and Archers had a lot of private things to discuss. But Carol was terribly curious to know how they’d work it out. She decided it wouldn’t hurt to eavesdrop if they didn’t know about it.
The archway into the living room had heavy drapes on either side, and Carol slipped into the folds. From this secure hiding place, she couldn’t be seen, but she had a full view of the living room. She saw the two couples sitting around, drinking and chatting, as calm as if they were only discussing the weather. She shook her head in wonder.
“So now what do we do?” Lucie said. “Just change partners when the mood hits us?”
“I’ve got a better idea than that,” Brent said with a grin. “As I was saying to Amy, wouldn’t it be a kick if we all got together at once?”
“Brent, how kinky!” Lucie giggled. “You mean have our own little orgy?”
“You got it,” Brent said. “I think it’d be a great cure for boredom.”
“I’ll go along with that,” Tom said eagerly. “Sounds really far out.”
“It could be fun,” Lucie mused. “What do you think, Amy?”
The little redhead smiled and said, “Sure, why not? I’ll try anything once.”
“Great,” Brent said. “Why not start now? John and Carol are through for the night.”
“Too bad we can’t get them to join us,” Tom said.
Behind the drapes, Carol reddened.
“Are you kidding?” Lucie said. “Carol’s a good sport, she might be talked into it, but John? Never. He’d shit a brick if you even mentioned it.”
Carol’s blush deepened. Lucie had cruelly but accurately described John – her husband, the prude. No way in the world would John take part in an orgy. Carol wondered about herself. She found the idea terribly wicked, even weird. She didn’t think she could bring herself to do it. But, boy, would it be fun to watch!
“Lucie’s right,” Brent said. “We’d better just leave Carol and John out of it. But let’s get started.”
They all stood up and started taking off their clothes. They did it calmly, without even a blush, but Carol’s face was red with shock and wonder. They were actually going to do it. Somehow the four of them were going to get it on. She didn’t approve, she didn’t understand, but she couldn’t tear herself away. Wicked as it might be, she just had to go on watching.
She eyed Brent’s powerful chest with its mat of grey and brown hairs, and she felt a little tingle of lust in her pussy. She felt the same thing as she watched Tom undress. She couldn’t help remembering how great it had been to make love with both of them. But she’d better not think about such things. She was horny enough as it was. She turned her attention to the women.
Lucie and Amy made a delicious contrast, the former tall and slim and black-haired, the latter tiny and curvy and red-haired. Both were enticing in their own way. They tossed their clothes into a corner and stretched out on the big fur rug in front of the crackling fireplace. Tom and Brent ogled them hungrily.
“Christ,” Tom chuckled, “we haven’t even started yet, and I’m already turned on.”
He proved it when he lowered his pants. His thick seven-inch cock was standing up stiffly, hugging his belly and oozing bright little droplets of cream. Lucie and Amy frankly ogled his hard-on, and Lucie even licked her lips. Tom joined them on the rug. Lucie and Amy bumped hands as they both reached for his cock, and they broke into giggles.
“Maybe we need somebody to control the traffic here,” Lucie laughed.
“Guess we’ll just have to toss for it,” Amy grinned.
“Never fear, ladies,” Brent said. “Help is on the way. You’ll soon have two cocks to play with.”
He dropped his shorts, and Carol gawked hungrily at his gorgeous cock-stand. His prick was so stiffly swollen that it hardly quivered when he strolled over to the rug and sat down. Amy scooted close to him and curled her little fist around his thick pale dick. Lucie took Tom’s rigid cock in her hand and began pumping it. The two men exchanged grins.
“Hey, this is all right,” Tom said.
“Yeah, a real turn-on,” Brent agreed.
Carol was almost breathless with shock. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. The two couples were more or less committing adultery right in front of each other, and nobody seemed to mind at all. On the contrary, they seemed happy and excited.
Lucie smiled warmly as she watched her husband getting a brisk hand-job from Amy. Amy seemed perfectly content to watch Lucie frigging her husband. And if the husbands were jealous of each other, they didn’t show it. They seemed turned on by watching their wives playing with another man’s cock.
“Oooo, this is fun!” Lucie said.
“Yes, it’s so naughty, isn’t it?” Amy giggled.
Carol could go along with that. It was the most naughty thing she’d ever seen in her life. But though she completely disapproved of swinging, she couldn’t seem to stop gawking at the scene on the fur rug. To her embarrassment, she was getting more horny and excited by the second. She felt her pussy getting swollen, moist and hot.
Brent gently uncurled Amy’s little hand from his rigid drooling prick and eased her down on her back. She didn’t protest when he opened her legs wide and bent them back at the knees. Her pretty little pink pussy was fully exposed in the mellow fire light. The other three stared at it. Carol blushing hotly. How could Amy just lie there and let them gawk at her slit?
“I know something Amy likes,” Brent teased.
He reached out and opened the copper-furred lips of her bush to expose the tiny red button of her clit. He took the little lump between his fingers and began to knead it briskly. Amy gave a shrill little squeal of delight and opened her legs even wider. Sudden moisture appeared around the small mouth of her cunt.
“Ooooooo!” Amy squealed. “Ooooooo, yes! Play with my clit, Brent, I just love that.”
Her excitement infected the others. Brent flushed with lust as he frigged her hot little clit, and Lucie and Tom drew closer together as they watched, eagerly fondling each other. Tom cupped and squeezed Lucie’s small high tits, and she pumped faster on his fat rigid dick. All had their eyes glued to Amy’s glowing pink gash, which was getting wetter by the second.
Carol was watching as intently as the others. She noted how pretty Amy’s pussy was, with its pure pink flesh and dainty fringe of flame-colored curls. No wonder Brent wanted to play with it. Would he go down on her, right there in front of the others? Carol reddened at the thought, yet it excited her, too.
Slowly, with Brent’s expert finger-play on her clit, Amy’s pussy got fully soaked with gushing cunt-cream. The petite redhead lay there panting and moaning, her legs wide open, and she didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed. Her mind was totally on the delicious sensations she was getting as Brent frigged her clit faster and faster.
“Oh, Christ, it’s so good,” Amy whimpered.
“I’m getting jealous,” Lucie said.
Tom laughed and eased her onto her back. “Don’t worry, baby,” he said. “I’ll take care of that.”
He pushed her long slim legs open and exposed her whole pussy. It was a startling contrast to Amy’s slit, a bright scarlet with a fringe of black curls. Tom knelt between her outstretched thighs and began to play with her clit, pressing a fingertip to the bright red button, rubbing it briskly. Lucie gave a hoarse moan of pleasure, and almost right away thick glistening juice began to leak from her cunt-mouth.
“Ummmmmm, yes!” Lucie cried. “Play with me, darling!”
Carol felt a dizzying mixture of emotions. The scene before her was shocking, the most shocking thing she’d ever seen. She felt disgust at this double adultery, this unashamed free swinging. Yet simultaneously she was hotly turned on by watching. She hadn’t worn panties under her robe, and she could feel steamy sticky twat-cream running down her thighs. Why should this kinky scene make her so aroused?
She told herself that it was because she was starving for sex. Anything to do with sex, even this disgusting little orgy, was bound to get her aroused. Yet she knew that wasn’t all of it. She wasn’t just starved for love-making. She was starved for novelty and excitement, too. She and John had been getting it on in exactly the same way for five years. Watching this bizarre quartet was bound to excite her.
Still she couldn’t stop blushing as she spied. Amy and Lucie lying on their backs, soaked pussies wantonly exposed, Tom and Brent busily toying with wet red clits – it was so wicked and daring. Carol thought she’d die of embarrassment if she had to join a scene like that. And John – well, forget it. If he walked into the room right now, he’d probably faint.
Carol couldn’t suppress a naughty grin as she thought of John just down the hall studiously grading math papers. My God, if he had any idea of what was going on in the living room, he’d choke. Of course he wouldn’t believe it is she told him. The Archers and the Davises were old friends, good people. They wouldn’t do anything like this.
“Ahhhhh,” Amy moaned, “so damned good!”
“Ummmmmmm, yes, keep doing it to me, darling,” Lucie whined.
Both men’s fingers were soaked with steamy cunt-cream. Both women’s slits were swollen and gleaming. Carol could imagine the dizzying pleasure Lucie and Amy were feeling, and she was powerfully tempted to reach under her robe and play with own hot and needy love-bud. But what if someone caught her? That would be just too embarrassing. She tried to ignore the burning need in her pussy.
Suddenly Amy shrieked and began to come, her curvy little body bucking and writhing. A moment later Lucie was coming, too, and her tall body rocked as she moaned loudly, hoarsely. Carol took a nervous glance down the hall. Surely John could hear all that unrestrained moaning and squealing, but, now, the bedroom door stayed shut. He must have been really absorbed in his work.
When the women had finished coming, Tom bent low between Lucie’s legs and parted the black-furred lips of her bush. He eyed the fat little lump of her clit, then stuck out his tongue and began to lap and tease the little button. Lucie groaned and clawed the rug, clearly enjoying hell out of his expert pussy-eating.
“Ummmmmm, fantastic, Tom, darling,” she gurgled. “Yes, yes… lick my clit!”
“Now I’m feeling jealous,” Amy grinned.
“Want me to do something about it?” Brent said eagerly.
“You bet I do, lover,” Amy replied.
He dived into her steamy little copper-fringed pussy, and Carol saw his thick red tongue flash out to lash and tickle her fat little joy-button. Amy gave a shrill squeal of delight and threw her legs around his neck, tugging him even tighter into her flaming-hot pussy. Brent’s head bobbed briskly as he ate her. Carol almost moaned aloud in envy and longing.
Why not me? She thought wistfully.
She remembered how fantastically good it had felt when Brent went down on her, and the nagging ache in her pussy grew stronger. Damn it all, it seemed so cruel and unfair to be the only woman present who wasn’t getting any. She envied Amy and Lucie with all her heart. So what if their husbands played around? At least they got laid. Carol gripped the drapes hard, trying to ignore her starving needy pussy.
She watched the two women, spread out on their backs, legs wide open, heads bobbing between their thighs. She could hear the wet slurping noises Tom and Brent were making with their tongues. She saw the looks of ecstasy on Amy and Lucie’s faces as they had their pussies expertly eaten. She could have groaned with jealousy. More steamy twat-juice trickled down her thighs.
“Oh, God, I think I’m going to come again!” Lucie moaned. “Just a little more, darling. Ummmmmm, yes, UMMMMMM!”
Her slim body arched sharply upward as she jammed her horny little clit against Tom’s mouth. Then her dark eyes rolled back in her head, and she was writhing, moaning and clawing the rug as she came. Not to be outdone, Brent slipped his hands under Amy’s writhing round ass and drew her clit hard against his mouth. He sucked loud and fast on her hot little joy button.
“Eeeee!” Amy screeched.
She cried out so loudly as she came, that Carol thought John would hear for sure. Again she cast a worried glance down the hall, but their bedroom door didn’t open. How could he fail to hear all the unrestrained sounds of two women in climax? It sounded like a barnyard gone berserk. The only answer was that he’d dropped off to sleep over a book. Which meant he wouldn’t be making love to her tonight. It figured.
“Christ, you girls were noisy,” Tom said. “I hope John and Carol didn’t hear all that.”
Lucie giggled and said, “Oh, they’re probably in there getting it on themselves.”
Fat chance, Carol thought miserably.
“Wish we could get them in on this,” Brent said.
“Forget it,” Tom sighed. “You know John. He’s a good guy, but when it comes to sex, he’s living in the Victorian age.”
“Poor Carol,” said Amy.
Well, Carol thought, at least I get some sympathy. She’d rather have gotten laid, however. She sighed as she peered out from her hiding place in the drapes. It seemed like everybody had a hot sex life but her and John. Something just had to be done about it. Tomorrow for sure she’d make John listen to her demands – a big change in their love life, or a divorce. But she didn’t want to think about that now.
“I just can’t leave your pussy alone,” Tom was saying to Lucie.
“Have all you want, darling,” she replied with a wicked grin.
Tom once more bent low between her legs and began lapping her gleaming scarlet slit with his wet thick tongue. Lucie sighed blissfully as she felt the slick hot meat running from her clit right down to her small wrinkled asshole and back again. Brent and Amy watched, and then Amy grinned and crawled over behind Tom.
“Mind if I join you?” she said.
“The more the merrier,” Tom laughed, “but how are you going to find room?”
“You’ll see,” Amy giggled.
She rolled onto her back and managed to wriggle between two pairs of legs, Tom’s and Lucie’s. Her curly red head emerged between Tom’s muscular thighs, her face right below his crotch. Out flashed her little pink tongue, and she used it to lap and tickle her husband’s swollen rosy nut sacs. Tom gasped and quivered.
“Oh, Jesus, yes!” he panted. “Amy, you devil. Yes, lick my nuts!”
“Very inventive,” Lucie laughed. “Why don’t you get in on the fun, Brent?”
“I believe I will,” Brent chuckled.
He went belly-down between Amy’s legs and nosed into her flame-colored bush. Amy got the idea right away and opened her legs wide for him. Brent stuck out his thick red tongue and began licking her pussy just like Tom was licking Lucie’s running his wet tongue from clit to asshole. Amy gave a little squeal of pleasure, then went back to tonguing her husband’s balls.
Carol wouldn’t have believed it if she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes. Thanks to the inventive Amy, the two couples had formed a chain, busily eating each other. Tom lapped Lucie’s gash, Amy tongued Tom’s balls, and on the other end of the chain Brent licked Amy’s pussy. Carol could hear the loud wet slurping and sucking noises even from her spying place twenty feet away.
She could no longer define her reactions. She wasn’t sure if she was shocked or wildly turned on. She only knew that she couldn’t resist watching the whole bizarre orgy. Again she imagined how John would react if he walked in right now, and she smothered a giggle. Poor John, he’d be totally blown away. His friends couldn’t possibly do things like this, of course.
“Oh, my God… my God!” Lucie was chanting as Tom furiously tongued her wet red slit. “So damned GOOD!”
Tom was panting loudly as he ate her, quivering with pleasure while Amy licked and lashed his sensitive nut sacs with her hot little tongue. Now and then Amy stopped licking his balls and gave a hoarse moan of delight, for Brent was licking her hot little pussy faster and faster. When he raised his head for an occasional breather, Carol saw that his face was wet with Amy’s cunt-cream.
“Brent, you’re a genius,” Lucie sighed. “This is a fantastic idea!”
“I’m forced to agree,” Brent chuckled. “Sure beats watching TV.”
“Not to mention playing cards,” Tom added.
“Even skiing,” Amy sighed.
“Thank God for being snowed in,” Lucie said, sending them all into laughter.
Carol wished she could share their feelings. Being snowbound hadn’t done a damned thing for her except to show her how dead her marriage was. It could have been the perfect chance for her and John to work out their problems, the first time in years that he hadn’t been close to the office and his students. But he’d chosen his work instead. At least she knew where she stood.
Tom pressed his face even lower in Lucie’s steamy red slit and shoved his thick tongue right up her cunt. Lucie wailed with pleasure and slammed her pussy up to take his tongue as deep as she could. At the same time Brent wriggled his fat red tongue into Amy’s eager little box, and the delighted redhead moaned and threw their tongues hard and fast in steamy juicy twats.
“Oooooooo!” Amy wailed.
“Ahhhhhhhh!” Lucie moaned.
John just had to be asleep, otherwise he would have come running, thinking someone was being murdered. Lucie and Amy were screaming their pleasure as Tom and Brent roughly tongue-fucked them, and in another few seconds the two young women were coming again. Carol gripped the drapes in an agony of envy.
It just wasn’t fair, dammit. Lucie and Amy had had three orgasms apiece now, and Carol wasn’t getting anything at all. Once again she was tempted to play with herself and get off, but her pride wouldn’t permit it. She could only watch longingly as Lucie and Amy came. Then the panting quartet rolled apart for a breather.
They all sipped their drinks, grinning and flushed with excitement. Swinging clearly agreed with them. Nobody seemed at all embarrassed or jealous. Carol tried to imagine herself and John as part of the group, but it was too impossible. Wild horses couldn’t have forced John to do anything like that.
“Well, enough of this kid stuff,” Brent grinned. “Let’s fuck!”
“Great idea,” Tom said, looking down at his painfully swollen cock.
“How about it, girls?” Brent said, leering at the two naked young women.
“Lucie, dear,” Amy giggled, “do you mind if I ball your husband?”
“Go right ahead, darling,” Lucie purred, “as long as I can fuck yours.”
“Be my guest,” Amy said.
The little redhead got on her hands and knees and poked her small ass saucily up in the air. Brent seized the clear invitation, kneeling behind her and wedging the huge purple head of his cock into her soaked little cunt-mouth. Lucie and Tom watched eagerly as Brent’s thick pale dick vanished between Amy’s coppery cunt-lips.
“Oooooo!” Amy squealed. “YES! Yes, Brent, do it to me. Do it hard!”
Brent began balling her like a pile driver, slamming his thick hard meat furiously in her steamy snug box. Tom and Lucie couldn’t wait a second longer. Tom rolled onto his back, his rigid fat cock sticking straight up, and Lucie leaped aboard, straddling his hips and bringing her dripping cunt-mouth down on his stiff-standing rod.
“Ummmmmmmm!” Lucie moaned. “Jesus, yes, Tom… fuck me. Fuck me!”
Carol gawked at the incredible scene. The two couples were fucking right alongside each other, not two feet between them. Lucie grinned at her husband as he balled another woman. Tom winked at Amy as she took it from another man. The double adultery only seemed to excite everyone. Carol was horrified, shocked – and perversely aroused.
Her hands sweated as she clutched the drapes and leaned forward for a better view. Molten hot cunt-juice leaked from her starved little box and gushed down her thighs. She wanted to be fucked so badly, she could have died. Her body quivered with longing. She would have given anything just then for a good stiff cock in her aching cunt.
The two couples were so hotly aroused by their first experience with swinging that it didn’t take long at all for them to get off. Lucie and Amy blissfully rode thick pounding cocks with squeals and moans of delight. Tom and Brent eagerly fucked juicy hot little cunts, groaning with pleasure. Suddenly all four of them seemed to explode in one gigantic mutual climax. They writhed, howled, and bucked, their voices mingled.
Feverish with longing and excitement, Carol leaded forward even farther – then gasped as she felt the drapes starting to tear. She let go of them, but too late, for she was falling forward into the room and couldn’t stop herself. She gave a squeal of alarm. Then she was flat on her face in the living room, the two couples gawking at her. Carol very slowly raised her head, blushing beet red.
“Why, Carol, how naughty of you to spy,” Lucie said. “But we forgive you. Come and join the party.”