"And then Tom arched his hips and shot his load in the young girl's mouth"
Carol was telling her tale to Paula Clarke with a twinkle of remembrance in her eyes. The two wives were having coffee and waiting for their mates to get home from work. It was Friday afternoon, and both couples were going out for the evening: the princes to a dinner and the Clarkes to a movie.
Tom walked into his kitchen just as his wife was finishing her story about one of his adventures. "Hello, darling," she said as he kissed her cheek. "I was just talking about you."
"Hmm," said Tom. "Not good, I suppose…"
"On the contrary," said Paula, standing from her chair. "Carol was bragging about your prowess again."
"What prowess?" asked Tom.
"Sexual prowess," said Paula. "Carol claims you have the greatest cock since Adam."
"I'm flattered!"
"Don't be," said Carol, playfully. "I love your cock and have a tendency to exaggerate."
"Oh… I know he's good," said Paula. "I've had him enough times, myself. I better be going… Bruce will be home at any minute and want his supper. He's been looking forward to this movie… it's another one of those Illinois Smith films"
"No shit! "said Tom. "Carol… maybe we can go to that new restaurant some other time…"
"Do you want to wake up in the morning with your balls still in place?" she asked.
"… okay. We'll go to dinner." There was mock disappointment on Tom's face.
When Paula got home, Bruce had already arrived and was in the shower. She went into the bathroom to see him.
"What?" she asked, playfully. "All naked and wet, and not jacking off! This must be a first!"
"Hi, honey," said Bruce as he took a towel and stepped from the shower stall. He kissed his wife's cheek when she offered it. As he began drying himself off, his organ became erect as it was rubbed.
"That's more like it!" said Paula, indicating the now hard cock.
"I really don't want to take the time," said Bruce, looking down at himself.
"You? Take time? When did you ever take any time at sex!"
"Don't be funny…"
"Mister Eager-Balls, himself!"
Bruce's prick was hard and throbbing. Paula stepped over and took it in her hand. "You look all set…" She stroked the dick a few times.
Bruce groaned. It had been a long day and his body was aching for attention. He needed release. He was having a tough time controlling himself.
"Paula… don't! Please!" He almost pleaded with her as she continued to jack his trembling cock.
"Don't be a spoiled sport," she said. "Let me have my fun"
Bruce groaned out loud and gave in. He bent his knees slightly, presenting himself to her so she could pump better. Soon he felt the very familiar warmth of rising cum and the semen caused his prick to balloon in Paula's palm. He trembled all over with his pending pleasures as he braced to let it go.
Just at the crucial moment, Paula stopped masturbating.
"Finish! Oh… finish it!" cried Bruce.
Paula ducked down and took the crown of his prick into her lips just as the first gush of juice shot out. She engulfed him and let him pour out his lust in her hot mouth.
Bruce moaned with joy and held his wife's head while he finished off in her oral hole. When he was all done, he stepped back and shuddered.
Paula grinned, the sperm coating her lips. "Now clean up and have your dinner. We have to hurry if we're going to make that show."
She stood up and walked out of the bathroom. Bruce watched her leave. He was still trembling with the aftermath of his sex.
While Paula was getting her husband off in their john, Carol was enjoying a fast fuck with Tom by their pool before they went out to dinner.
It was Friday evening as usual for the Sexgamers!
Diamond Harbor is a sea town. Wharfs and shops line the waterfront and the ships still sail out each morning. Fishermen brag about their latest catch, and the tales of the sea can still be heard at night on the beach.
But things have changed. In the old days, the men of the sea were the heroes, sailing out each morning, fighting the ocean for survival and building their town on guts and raw courage. But now, young men of the civilized set were building, re-shaping the community to their standards. The town was prospering like never before. The money came in and the new breed grew.
The new suburban hero was the night man, the gamesman. He roamed the harbor in search of adventures, sensual experiences that would enhance both his body and mind. He met his comrades at The Backdoor Club and traded tales of their exploits.
Yes, things, times and the dwellers of the Harbor had changed. Diamond Harbor was one of the most notorious locations of swinging sex on the east coast.
One of the heroes of the old days watched as two of the young, new heroes walked past his shop. It was like the new civilization passing history. The old sea man took his pipe from his lined mouth and smiled at Tom Prince when he looked over at him. The two men waved and moved past, like animals on the prowl, muscular and confident, their bodies browned from the sun and looking healthy in tan briefs. The old man sighed. If only he were thirty years younger! He was born in the wrong times! Ah! To be thirty again! To be young, now, when life was so easy!
A young girl, a member of a future generation, watched the two handsome men pass, and she sighed. Her young body tingled with passion. She would be eighteen in a year, and she would leave her home then, looking for life and love and men and pleasures. If only she could have someone like one of those men. Ah, well! To dream.
Her mother saw her watching the men and smiled. "Nita," she told her daughter. "Be a patient girl. Your time will come to mate. Now you are young, and you must sell fruit!"
Nita couldn't even talk when Bruce Clarke stepped over and bought an apple from her. He pulled a dollar bill out of his swimming suit and she saw the way his nuts were outlined in the webbed sack. She almost wept.
The young fruit girl watched the two men as they strolled through the market street and jogged onto the end of the pier at the sea.
Dusk was at hand. The girl knew that the men would be going to their women. Some day, she would be joining them!
Tom and Bruce poised on the end of the dock. They arched and leaped, diving cleanly the thirty feet into the waters below. They would swim over two miles to the beach by their homes, exercising and preparing their bodies for the games. It was Saturday night, and The Sexgamers would be in action again!
On Sunday afternoon, a day after the games, Carol Prince was dreaming about the joys her body had experienced at the last evening's party, and her juices were flowing. She quietly slipped away from her napping husband to masturbate herself. She just couldn't stop thinking about Bruce, how good he had been, how wonderfully he had taken her and given his pleasures to her. How well he used his body.
She left Tom snoozing by the pool and slipped into the bedroom. She tossed off her bikini and laid naked on the sheets and let her mind go!
She thought about Bruce, and his body, and his talent as a lover, and the bed springs began to squeak to the rhythm of her self-pleasure. Her movements were urgent.
It would be a whole week until the next session of sex games. Carol was a happy woman, satisfied with her life style, and she would keep active and the week would go fast.
She wanted Bruce! She proved this when she climaxed and called out his name. She arched and lifted her body off the mattress and erupted with visions of her neighbor's body filling her thoughts.
The summer days at Diamond Harbor were long, hot and pleasant… filled with passion and sex. The nights were even hotter and the sex became wild and totally uninhibited.
The lives of the Sexgamers were filled with joy. But in less than a month, they would be overcome by turmoil!