Jack Heath lay exhaustedly still, but not really at peace with himself: satiated from a sexual standpoint, at least temporarily, but unable to rid his brain of little jaundiced thoughts concerning his wife, Carol, and Max Keele. They had immediately crept back into his think-tank moments after he'd emptied his loins into Keele's own beautifully naked wife lying on the sofa beside him. It wasn't fair, he knew… a real lousy double-standard approach, but damn it, he couldn't help it. This arrangement wasn't the same as the capital "gang" swaps; there was a motive here… a task to be accomplished, and there was little doubt now but what that was going to work out… though at what cost?
He forced those thoughts to the back of his mind; he couldn't afford to let the curvaceous, dark-haired older woman beside him detect his secret feelings. It could blow the whole scene. Anyway, he couldn't remember an orgasm that had rattled him as much in weeks. Maggie Keele… she was a deliciously wanton fuck all right. He looked over at her relaxed, striking face and she smiled warmly at him, the lecherous little sparks still gleaming in her dark onyx eyes.
"Christ, I was whipped the moment I screwed into you," he said apologetically. "You're too much… too frigging much, Mrs. Keele… I hang my head in shame."
"Maggie, darling… remember, no formalities?" she said, springing up from the sofa to her feet.
"Sorry… sorry a second time."
"No reason for the first, lover. You were beautiful! I came too."
"I thought you did."
"I did! Honest!" she said, and he gazed up at her from his kingly position on the sofa.
Christ, what tits! As firmly erect and big as Carol's, and she had to be twice his voluptuous young wife's age! Spectacular… colossal! Maybe he'd fuck them! Bury his thick hard cock between them… imagine that? Thrusting his swollen length of hot prick between her fantastic breasts… and when he cam she'd take it in her mouth and suck it dry! Shit… he was working himself right back up again…
"I think we both need a drink, darling," she called from behind the bar and he watched her concoct them.
She came toward him carrying two glasses in one hand and the absinthe bottle in the other. She set the bottle on the stand beside her, then passed him a glass.
He'd watched her marvelous, full-thrusting white tits jiggle and sway all the way across the room, along with the graceful roll of her smoothly arched hips and long shapely legs. Christ, she was something else, all right. She sat down on the sofa and he reached over to lay his hand on her soft, satin-skinned thigh while she covered it with her own slender one.
"I meant what I said about you belonging to me, Jack Heath… and I intend that you'll be a powerful man in this state… a power that we'll share together," she said meaningfully, her long-lashed eyes searching his face carefully. "But that's going to entail some doing… some conniving… and we'll get to all of that after tomorrow night."
Jack said nothing, only stared at her, his brain trying to register and decipher the meaning of her words. Maybe he was flipping, but it sounded very much to him as if this voluptuously naked woman, whom he had just fucked, was talking in terms of a massive double-cross… and that her powerful husband, big Max Keele, was the intended victim. A cold, cramp-like tension suddenly gripped at his gut, and he remembered his first impression of what a vicious enemy she would make…
"Tomorrow night will be your first meeting with the Spaxtons… right here in this very room, darling, and you'll see how mighty our little group is… and what it would mean to control them… you and I," she said in a half-whisper. Then, he felt her small hand moving along his thigh and slipping beneath his testicles, cradling them in her hand as if she were weighing them.
Jack sensed his flaccid cock give its first lurch as she lay down beside him, her one hand continuing to tenderly fondle and caress his revitalizing balls between his spread thighs.
"I-I don't think I quite get the picture, baby," he managed, sensing the heat from the soft palm of her massaging little hand spreading upward through his loins pleasantly and he gulped from his drink.
"You will… when it's time, lover," she assured him. "But first… just how much does your luscious Carol mean to you?"
Jack threw a sharp look at her. She was probing toward something… something that he felt certain he wasn't going to like… but he'd gone this far… they both had… and it was all the way now.
"She's my wife, doll… if that's an answer."
Maggie laughed softly. "It isn't," she replied, her soft, warm hand moving slowly up to gently grasp his re-hardening cock and begin to possessively stroke it. "Max Keele is my husband, too, but we've been married long enough for that to no longer matter. With you, lover… you're jealous, seeing green… lynx-eyed, right at this very minute…"
"Why the hell should you say that?" he snapped angrily, irate that she had so easily penetrated his facade. "I'm here with you, aren't I…?"
"Yes, darling, and Max is with your lovely wife… undoubtedly fucking or sucking her within an inch of her life… a compulsory must for every Spaxton. Now, how does that thought set with you, lover?"
For a moment, he had all he could do restrain himself. Her words seared into him like a white-hot cauterizing iron, but he fought it, steeling himself. Hell, they both knew why they were there… he had to trust her… and he knew her well enough to have learned all of her inhibitions. Sure, she'd go the legitimate swap route, but she had her limitations, and who should know that better than he. Hadn't every husband of the capitol gang complained to him because she wouldn't let herself go… no sixty-nine, nothing but just the straight lay…?
Suddenly, he felt Maggie's soft hand unleashing his now half-hardened cock as she got to her feet once more. Surprised, he watched her cross the room in all of her quivering, curved nakedness to the TV set, then turn to face him.
"They say a picture is worth a thousand words, Jack honey, and to prove it, I'm going to show you one," she said, her eyes sparkling licentiously as she smiled at him. "Brace yourself, lover. This may come as one hell of a shock to you…"
With that, she clicked the selector, the large screen immediately reflecting a scene that caused his eyes to bug, while his jaw fell loosely open and something knotted and twisted inside him just before his jealous rage began to boil deep in his entrails. Christ, it was them, Carol and Max… and God almighty, they were sucking each others cock and cunt like a couple of fucking animals…!
Max Keele was well aware that the luscious, naked young bitch writhing and straining beneath him was going to cum! Every muscle and cord, each squirming movement and response of her perspiring, voluptuously impassioned body telegraphed the event to his lecherous brain. Christ, what a delectable gem-in-the-raw, and how he intended to polish this gem! The way she was sucking his throbbing hard cock while he tongued and bit at the hot, quivering flesh of her salaciously grinding cunt was enough to make him blow his mind. Fuck, she was going to cum all right… and again and again and again, so that she'd never forget…!
Carol half-screamed. She couldn't do more; her breath caught somewhere between her lungs and throat. The overwhelming explosion inside her caused her entire naked body to shudder enrapturously. Her mind played no part; she was mentally swept up in its thunderous cataclysm… and then, a second time… and a third! Dear God! She was cumming again… and she did! His magnificent, wild tongue played skillfully around the outer perimeter of her tiny, palpitating clitoris taunting her to climax after climax, and she never wanted him to stop!
Gaspingly, she slipped her mouth off his cock and cried: "Oh damn, lover… lover! Keep doing it! I'm cumming and cumming! Oh God… I love you, darling! Please… squirt your hot cum in my mouth so I can taste and swallow it! Oooohhhhh… don't stop! Lick my cunt while I suck you off…!"
Max felt her hot mouth eagerly absorbing his thick hardness once more. Her licentious plea was too much for him. He felt the sperm building so hotly down in his balls rumble and ferment at the peaking lewdness of her words. Christ, he wished it could go on and on… but he had one consolation… this wasn't the end… fuck no… it was just the beginning, as she was going to find out!
Carol had no conception of space, time, or individuals. Her series of climaxes had completely destroyed relativity… and she was cumming again! Oooohhh… good God! Her soft, sensuous body felt as if it had been impregnated with a million needles! Her wet, seething cunt drifted on a cloud of its own! She could cum a million times… but then, she felt the big man's loins jerk above her face, the massive rubbery head of his long, heavy cock swelling in her voraciously sucking mouth… and suddenly it came!
She wasn't quite ready when with a spontaneous burst it shot down into the back of her throat in wild, powerful spurts of teeming, creamy liquid, gush after gush of the hot, sweet, male-tasting sperm, joined by the convulsive tremors of her own nakedly lurching hips and loins as her umpteenth climax erupted in a wild explosion of blinding, lustful bliss. Again and again, he spewed his virile jets of thick, boiling cum deep into her throat, and she groaned while she continued swallowing and sucking almost fiendishly, her Adam's apple bobbing lewdly, frothy remnants bubbling out around her tightly locked lips, as she swallowed and swallowed the flood of nectarous semen squirting into the warm, receptive shelter of her mouth…
Jack couldn't believe what his own eyes were witnessing. He gaped at the TV screen, standing now, with Maggie nakedly beside him, his arm unconsciously encircling her slender waist while she clung to his throbbing hard cock possessively. Someone… all of them, his great capitol buddies, and even her, his own sweet little bitch-wife, had lied to him, because she did eat cock all right, and like a wanton whore! He'd never seen anything like it! Shit yes, she'd sucked him, but never to the end, until he'd shot his load in her mouth. What was it she always said…? "Oh, Jack darling, I could never go all the way and let you cum there…" The deceiving, lying, little cock-sucking cunt! Well okay, baby… but two could play at these back-alley games… yeah, and maybe even more! There was too much at stake to blow it all now that they'd come this far, but that didn't mean there wasn't a way to even the score with her… now, did it!
Even as his jealous rage seethed inside him, Jack couldn't restrain the rigid length of hardness his long, thick cock had swollen into at the salaciously obscene performance of his naked wife sprawled lewdly beneath the aging, massive body of Max Keele whose lecherous face was buried in her wet, pink loins while she slutishly sucked his massive cock. On top of this, Maggie's curvaceous soft body pressed against him as they stood there, her hot little hand gently stroking his rising length of hardness, had rekindled an angered, heat in his loins and belly, but this time it was almost a sadistic, vindictive, lustful urge.
"So, darling, what do you think now?" the statuesque, raven-haired woman beside him with the voluptuous naked body taunted as she continued to massage his throbbing penis with an adept little hand.
"Hell, I think we ought to join them… make it a foursome," he said, forcing a grin, then drawing her close to kiss her soft, lushly parted lips. Her hugely thrusting breasts flattened against his chest, the tiny hardened nipples burrowing into his flesh.
"It's a beautiful idea, Jack lover, but I don't think I want to share you this first timed," she whispered, her eyes dancing excitedly.
"Hell, let's not be greedy, baby. There's enough cock here to go around," Jack lewdly urged, hardly able to control the vengeful anxiety ripping through him. "And it's ready for action again!"
"Mmmmmm," Maggie hummed, giving his jutting length of hardness an affectionate squeeze. "I'll say it is, lover… but I'm just that… greedy, and I want it all for myself tonight. Tomorrow night's another story…"
No… hell no, he didn't want that! It was his sweet, loving, cock-eating wife that he wanted to get at, and right in front of these two lecherous bastards who'd made it all happen. She couldn't renege then with everything at stake. It all meant too much to her… the future, position, money! No, she'd play the game because she had to. She might hate him for the rest of his life, but to hell with that, too!
"Come on, baby… we'll make a real swinging party of it," he pressed anxiously.
"Unh unh… no way, my wonderful cock-man," she half-whispered, running her soft, slender hand down beneath his balls to fondle and caress once more. "Tonight, you belong to Maggie. Tomorrow night comes the extra curriculars… and now, the second performance is about to begin…"
He might have argued further had she not slithered downward to her knees in front of him, still holding to his cock and balls with both small taunting hands, and then she was tonguing the tip of its throbbing, purplish head with her tiny pink tongue, moistly laving the bulbous knob all over its wet, satiny flesh to fire his lust and make him temporarily forget his anger. Christ, she was just too much… too Goddamned much to argue with… especially when she had his cock in her mouth…!