He was home now. Mary was sleeping soundly beside him, but sleep would not come to Pete Braden. He lay flat on his back, his hands locked together behind his head, and stared at the semi-darkness around him. His thoughts were not on the first swap affair between the Bradens and the Alexanders, as they would have been ordinarily, but on the strange woman named Rose. There was no question about it – she was the strangest woman Pete had ever encountered. He recalled her sex scenes with the big dog, and while a part of him was somewhat turned off by it, another part was definitely intrigued; so much so that, even as he recalled it, his cock became immediately erect.
"Good grief," he murmured ruefully. "I need another hard-on like I need another leg."
"What did you say, honey?" Mary muttered in her sleep, turning and facing him at the same time. She pulled the sheet over her shoulders as if she were cold, though it was by no means chilly in the room.
Pete felt wild for a moment. This feeling passed and he calmed down and tried to get his thoughts off sex. He couldn't do it. The next thing he knew he was feeling his wife's tits, running his fingers over them, becoming excited by the act, which in itself was rather wild, having done this to her hundreds of times before, of course. Mary's lips parted.
"Stick your cock in my mouth, honey," she muttered thickly. "I don't mind."
Pete recalled having seen her going down on Mark earlier and he grinned, wondering if, in her dream now, he or Mark was the object of her affection. It didn't matter, really. He and Mary were not the kind of people who got uptight about sex, at least this one aspect of it – infantile jealousy. Mary, still asleep, reached down for his cock, found it and began to jack him. Pete drew in his breath and wondered if he should waken her or not. He decided not to. He was enjoying what she was doing. However, the act of jerking his dick must have awakened her, for the next thing Pete knew, she was chuckling and leaning over to kiss his cheek almost at the same time.
"Honey, I was dreaming," she murmured.
"Nice dream, darling. Do you want to drift off to sleep and keep on with it?"
Mary laughed softly. "Oh, you nut." She fell silent briefly. Then, "Hey. Tell me again about Cindy. You didn't say much about her when we went to bed, but I gathered that you were kind of upset by her. Were you?"
This surprised Pete. He had no idea Mary might have formed such an impression. "On the contrary," he told her. "I was anything but upset. I had a ball with Cindy. She is, if I may say so to my own wife, an awfully good lay." He glanced at Mary quickly to see what her reaction might be.
She poked him playfully in the ribs. "You think you're going to get a rise out of me by saying that, don't you, big shot? But you aren't." She kissed his cheek again.
He grinned. "Wasn't trying to get a rise out of you, darling. Can I tell you something?"
"Of course, silly. What do you want to tell me?"
"We got through earlier than you and Mark did. I came home, peered through the window and saw you sucking off Mark. I must say it made me so hot I went all the way back to… Cindy's." He had almost goofed and said Rose's place; he wondered if Mary knew Rose, decided not to ask her at the moment. Later he would. Maybe.
Mary was silent for just a brief moment. "Honey," she asked softly, "did it make you just a little bit angry to see me with another man's cock in my mouth?"
He knew what she wanted to hear, so he said it, though it was not quite true. "Just a little, baby. I got over it, though. You know why I got over it? Because I know I have the greatest wife any guy could ever want."
Mary still had his hard-on in her hand. She pumped it a few times and giggled, much as Cindy had done, and kissed his mouth wetly. "Oh, I love to hear you talk that way, honey. You're such a sweet guy. I didn't really want to suck Mark off, but he told me that Cindy would insist on doing the same thing to you, would in fact do it more than once, so I…"
Now it was Pete's turn to kiss her, which he did. "It's okay, darling. We went into this swap thing knowing what we were doing. Let's don't feel we have to explain things to each other. Okay?"
She laughed and lowered her head to his prick, running her tongue over the head of it. Then she straightened up. "Want me to suck you, honey, to sort of even up the score, or something?"
Pete grinned excitedly. "Be my guest, darling."
She kissed his cock lovingly. "Have you anything left in it for poor little me, honey?"
He grinned again. "Yes. At least, I think so. Would you care to suck and find out for yourself?"
She lifted his balls lovingly. "You're an awfully nice guy, Pete Braden. Did anyone ever tell you that?"
"Yes. My mother did when I was six weeks old."
Mary giggled. "I mean lately."
"Yes, of course. Don't you ever read the editorial pages of the local bugle? Every now and then they run an editorial on what a nice guy Pete Braden is."
Mary kissed his stomach and straightened up briefly. "You crazy nut," she said. "I just love you to pieces."
"Compliments will get you nowhere, as someone once said."
"The hell they won't. Watch what I'm about to do." Mary took his prick all the way into her mouth and began to suck him off.
Pete lay there, tense and excited, more so than he had been in hours – since, in fact, he had seen the dog fucking Rose – while his green-eyed, red-haired wife proceeded to suck his cock to a mind-bending climax.
It was exactly a week later that the phone rang in the Braden home and Mary answered it. Pete was watching television. When Mary hung up, she came to his chair and kissed his mouth suddenly.
He glanced up at her and smiled. "What's that for, darling? Did I do something nice?"
"Good thing you've had your bath and shaved," she said.
He blinked. "Huh?"
"Cindy wants to see you right away."
"Which means?"
"Which means that Mark is on his way over here. He wants to see me. Do you mind, honey?"
"No, of course not. If you want to, that is. By the way, did you and Cindy have this all planned out?"
Mary smiled. "We talked over the phone this morning."
"I see," Pete said, grinning. "You won't tell me directly, only indirectly."
"Come on, honey. Put on another shirt. That one is worn at the cuffs."
"I was going to mow the lawn, but thought I'd listen to the news first."
Mary bit her lips. "Do you think it's too early in the evening for us to… you know?"
"To be seen swapping partners?" Pete shrugged. "It'll be dark in another hour or so. By the time I arrive at their place no one will see me; probably. What if they do? It's our business."
"You have to go now, honey. Mark is on his way here. He's walking, so that'll give you a little time."
Pete pretended to be alarmed. "Now, woman!" he cried, making a face. "Am I to be driven out of my own bed and board by another?"
Mary laughed nervously. "Please, honey. Put on another shirt, plus your jacket and… get lost for a while." She kissed his forehead when she said it, however.
Pete got to his feet and kissed her cheek. "All right. I know when I'm not wanted in my own home." He smiled back at her as he walked out the door and down the street.
He stopped at a bar before going to Cindy's. He wanted a few drinks in the worst way, and this was unusual for Pete Braden. He usually desired sex with no liquor in him. Liquor was not conducive to good relations with a woman, despite what many people have stated to the contrary. He walked up to the bar, yanked out a stool and ordered from the bartender. He had four drinks before leaving and, as he walked towards Cindy's place, he wondered why he had drunk the stuff. The answer came to him as he approached the house. Rose, he saw, was at the rear of the place feeding the big male Great Dane. At any rate, she was in the act of shoving a dish under a door of the enclosure, a fenced-in affair. Pete glanced at her as many times as he could without stopping to call out to her. He couldn't do that – Cindy would be watching from inside the house. Because he had not told anyone about having seen Rose and the dog fuck, he felt as if he were a conspirator with her.
"Wait a minute," he murmured. "Did I tell Mary or not?" For the life of him he couldn't remember, but thought he had not.
He wanted to turn around and retrace his steps, but Cindy had seen him and was at the door at this very moment, calling to him. He waved at her self-consciously and moved quickly to her porch. Once inside the house, he slipped his arm about her waist and felt the lushness of her body.
"Gee, I thought you weren't coming, Pete," Cindy said, putting her arm about him, also, and leaning her head against his chest. "I hope you're very anxious tonight. Ol' Cindy has passionate panties."
Pete smiled. "What a nice way of putting it."
"Speaking of nice ways to put it, let's try for something original tonight, shall we, baby?"
Pete kissed her cheek and laughed lightly. "Any ideas yet?"
Cindy screwed up her face prettily. "Well, you've fucked me, sucked me, and I've sucked you – what else is there, baby?"
"How about a good old-fashioned cornholing?"
She pulled away from him and looked at him oddly. "A what?"
"Means a hard-on is rammed up an asshole, baby. Surely you know that."
She squealed. "Oh, I love to hear you talk like that! Say something more that's really… dirty, you know what I mean."
He shrugged. "Nothing dirty about a hard-on rammed up an asshole. You could say that almost anywhere."
Cindy giggled. "Couldn't say it in church."
"You couldn't even undress in church."
"That's right. You can't do any of the exciting things in church, can you, baby?"
"Not the sort of things we believe are exciting, Cindy."
She came close to him and put her arm about him again. "Have you got a hard-on, baby?"
He shook his head.
"Want ol' Cindy to get it stiff for you, baby?" she asked, faking a Southern accent.
"What, er, method would you employ to get said penis hard – would it be the rub method, or the suck or what?" he inquired mockingly.
She squealed happily. "I just love to hear you talk this way… which method would you prefer, baby?"
"How about the suck method?" he replied, his head held high and making a face at her.
She screwed up her face again. "You're really crazy to be sucked all the time, aren't you? How come you like it that way?"
"Every man does, but some are too afraid to admit it."
She nodded. "And most women love to have their titties sucked, but some won't admit to that, either."
He shrugged. "That's the way things are. Me, I like to be sucked off. I love it, in fact." He inspected his nails like a third-rate movie actor.
She laughed. "Cut it out, you nut. You get me to laughing and I won't want to do anything else."
"Laughter," he replied loftily, "is splendid for the soul, my dear woman."
"I know what we'll do for excitement, Pete," she cried. "I'll run over and get Rose and the three of us will have a circle and…"
Pete felt his muscles tightening. "Rose? Rose doesn't go for… men. You told me that, you said she was afraid of men, you said…"
Cindy waved her arms. "Hey," she cried, interrupting him, "knock it off about Rose! How do you know what she's like? Maybe I was telling you fibs about her."
Pete studied her eyes. "Well, were you?" he asked, feeling calmer than a moment before.
"Tell you what, baby. Pour yourself a drink and I'll run over next door and drag Rose here if I have to. Between the two of us, we'll make her have an orgasm if it's the last thing she ever does." Saying this, Cindy stepped out the front door and disappeared from Pete's view.
He shrugged. It might be interesting at that. Having two females to fool around with instead of only one. He hoped Rose would remain quiet about his having been in her house, but if she didn't, what about it? If she mentioned this to Cindy, Pete would simply smile and say, "Well, what about it, baby?"
He didn't pour himself a drink because he didn't want any more alcohol in his system. He wanted to be as ready as possible for the two of them, in case Rose did come back with Cindy, which Pete, doubted very much. He was astonished when, a few minutes later, he saw Rose entering the house with Cindy. Cindy had her by the hand and seemed to be urging her.
"Hi," Pete called out to Rose. "How are you?"
Rose trained her pretty brown eyes on him. "Hello," she said quietly.
Cindy giggled. "Please forgive me, you two, but you both look so confounded dreary. This is supposed to be a hot session, not a wake."
Rose bit her lips and Pete grinned.
"I'm ready," he said, eyeing Rose's heaving tits. "If Rose will only remove her blouse, we can get the ball rolling."
Much to his surprise, Rose removed her white blouse and threw it down carelessly. She was not wearing a bra and her mammoth tits stood straight out. Pete drew in his breath and was about to move closer to touch them when he noted Cindy had beaten him to it and had planted her lips over Rose's left boob and was tonguing it passionately. Pete started to move around Cindy to get to Rose's other tit, but Cindy pushed him away gently.
"Wait a minute, baby," she said to Pete, removing her lips from Rose's jug for the moment. "You can have her in just a minute."
Pete watched Cindy suck Rose's tit and had to admit it was a fascinating thing to view. Without quite realizing what he was doing, he moved to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a good-sized drink. He stood sipping on it as Cindy went from one of Rose's tits to the other, sucking them so noisily that Pete could hear the slurping sound all the way across the room. One by one the garments of the two women were dropped to the floor until both stood nude in the center of the room. Cindy was still sucking Rose's boobs and now Rose inserted her fingers up Cindy's cunt. Pete nearly choked on his drink, he was so excited at what he was viewing. Rose's finger was going in and out of Cindy's twat like a piston. Cindy was sighing and sucking and moving her butt about wantonly, as if she were about to explode.
Pete could barely stand it. He yanked off his clothing, after checking to make sure the front door was locked and the shades drawn, and joined them in the center of the room. He got his head in between their bodies and took one of Cindy's titties in his mouth, and the three of them sank to the carpet, temporarily losing their grips on the others. Immediately the fascinating routine began exactly as it had been, only with more intensity.
Pete knew one thing was missing. No, two things. His stiffened prick was not being used and neither was Rose's cunt. Before he could think about this, the position of each was changed as if by magic, and Pete found Cindy's cunt against his face, his tongue dipping deeply into the hot, wet crack. Rose, he saw, was sucking his cock passionately, which meant that Cindy was going down on Rose.
What a lovely thing it was.
How exhilarating.
Stimulating.
Beautiful.
Rose bit his cock lightly and caused him a moment of alarm, during which he pulled his face away from Cindy's box. Immediately, she sought to wrap her lovely legs about his head to force him to continue. Rose had stopped the biting, so Pete did not need to be forced to resume the cunt-lapping. He was only too willing. Cindy's gash was sweet and clean and nice. It was also wet and sticky and extremely warm.
"Go off in me, Pete," Rose muttered thickly. "Please go off in my mouth. I must have it immediately!"
Everyone seemed to come alive at this remark and there followed one of the most remarkable sex sessions Pete had ever experienced.
Everyone was coming into someone else's mouth. Pete blew in Rose's mouth with all the force of Niagara, and he kept on flowing as she sucked his dick and swallowed his juice. He, in turn, lapped Cindy's cunt with all the speed and skill he could muster, which was considerable, for shortly, she grabbed his hair and pulled it very hard, causing him no small amount of temporary pain. What Cindy was doing to Rose, Pete could not see too well, because Cindy's tits were in his range of vision. He reached up and pulled on Cindy's right boob and felt her scream, not from any pain he might have been inflicting, but because Rose had blown her cunt juice into Cindy's mouth, all of which took place fast and in a most hectic manner.
It was some minutes later that all three of them lay still. Only their fierce breathing gave any indication that any of them were alive. All three had their eyes closed and all three were perspiring freely.
Finally, Pete sat up and looked at the two nude women near him. He noted with satisfaction that the hair around their cunts was extremely wet and sticky-looking. This excited him all over again. As he was rested enough now, he mounted one of them, hardly noting which one it was. It turned out to be Rose. His prick buried deeply into her box, he sought to pull Cindy's body around in such a manner that he could go down on her twat at the same time. Cindy, apparently, didn't understand what he wanted her to do, for she kept turning up her asshole to his mouth so often that he finally contented himself by sucking it instead.
Cindy appeared to like having her asshole sucked. She purred like a kitten while at the same time, Pete noted, she rammed her fingers up his bung. Each time he thrust his cock deeply into Rose, Cindy would bury her finger up his ass.
It was all very thrilling and wonderfully exhausting to Pete and, when he finally blew off for the second time, he remained where he was on top of the woman who lived next door, his hard-on still embedded deeply within her box.
Cindy was not through, however. She rested for a few moments, and then pushed Pete off Rose's body and, taking his prick between her lips, began to suck it passionately.
Pete was much concerned.
He didn't think he would be able to come three times in a row with very little rest.
Pete Braden was completely fooled. He was much more virile than he had ever considered himself to be.
He shot off into Cindy's mouth and she gobbled up his cream as if she were a hungry kitten.