Maggie turned off the television. She didn't know why she watched soap operas. They were so silly, so unrealistic. So was her own life, flow many women in America this Monday morning could claim they had spent a weekend like hers?
The party had ended, as all parties must, and she and her friends had returned to David and Belinda's. Andrew came with them, although Ted had made it perfectly clear that he did not intend to sample the vaunted delights of male homosexuality. Indeed, Ted seemed vaguely aloof during Saturday night and Sunday morning and afternoon. He was willing to watch, and occasionally his cock would spring up and he would fuck Belinda or Maggie or Christina with some semblance of enjoyment, but it wasn't the same.
Maggie wasn't sure what that meant. After all, wasn't he the one who had originally been so hot to give swinging a try? And now he acted as if he could care less. Maybe he was the one unready for the wrenching experience. Maggie knew as well as she knew her own name that she had found her true paradise in life and she did not intend to give it up – ever.
She tried to remember the party. As far as she was aware, Ted had only made it with the older woman, Marion. Maybe that was what was wrong with him. Maybe the experience of fucking and sucking with a woman old enough to be his mother had left him feeling uneasy and troubled. Maggie didn't know. When she tried to ask him about it he clammed up. Men! Sometimes they were more trouble than they were worth!
But no! She loved Ted, loved him very much. He was her husband, he had been her first and, for a long time, her only lover, and she would help him solve whatever was bothering him. She owed it as part of her wifely duties.
Maggie went into the kitchen. Her teapot was whistling and it was time for lunch – coffee and cottage cheese. She poured the coffee, stirring the instant mixture, ten added milk and sugar substitute. She had just opened the refrigerator door to get her cottage cheese when the phone rang.
"May I speak to Maggie Spencer, please?" said a weary voice.
"This is she," Maggie replied. "Who's this?"
"Do you know how many Spencers are in the phone book?" her male caller responded. "You must be the tenth number I've tried. This is Greg Nixon – alias 'Tricky Dick'. Maybe you remember me."
"Yes, I remember you," Maggie laughed. "What can I do for you?"
"I've got it up again," he purred, "and I thought we might take up where we left off."
Maggie blushed, in spite of the weekend she had just spent. "I don't think so," she protested weakly. "Maybe I'll see you at another party sometime."
"And leave me to go around with this thing sticking out and up? You'll have to do better than tat."
Maggie cocked her head to one side, cradling the phone between her ear and her shoulder. Her hands smoothed down the front of her body. What would it hurt? she wondered. Wasn't this what swinging was all about? "I think I can fit you in," she said, "maybe between Days of Our Lives and Another World."
Maggie lay on the bed watching as Greg undressed. It was the fourth day running he'd come over to visit her during the afternoon and, she thought regretfully, if this kept up, she might never find out whether Mike Powers confronted his wife Toni who, thinking him dead, had married another man. Did she really care what happened to Mike Powers and his stupid nympho wife?
Greg slipped down his pants and turned to present her with a profile that favored his hard cock. Such a big one, Maggie thought. Such a big, throbbing hard-on to be buried inside her cunt and spilling out its cum deep within her womb. "Hurry up," she called. "I don't think I can wait for you to fold up your pants."
He came to her, rolling onto the bed beside her. She threw a leg over his body and scooted against him, raising her loins so he could impale her with his ready cock. It slid in as easily as though her cunt were full of melted butter and she sighed at its deep, probing penetration.
"Nice," she said, "but how long can you keep this up?"
He kissed her in reply, and nibbled at her lower lip. His hands cupped her small tits and he bent to nibble them as well. "You have the most beautiful tits I've ever seen," he whispered between nipple-mouthing.
"No, I don't," she insisted. "They're too small to be pretty."
"Anything more than a mouthful is wasted tissue," he countered, and his mouth opened to suck one tit in, just to underscore his words.
Maggie petted his head as he sucked her tits. He was such a dynamic stud, she thought. Nearly as good as Ted was, before… She didn't want to think about it. Ted hadn't fucked her once since their return from David and Belinda's house on Sunday evening. She'd called Belinda at home and found that he wasn't doing any more screwing around at the office with his gorgeous, swinging blonde volunteer either, and that worried Maggie. Every time she touched his cock he turned away from her.
What was it? Whose fault was it? Had he been turned off by watching her, in the after-party party, playing with Belinda and Christina and David and Andrew, in combinations of unending variety? He'd been turned on by the thought of his wife making it with another girl but had the sight been too much for him?
Maggie couldn't guess. She only knew that, if not for Greg and his daily visits, she'd be lying here alone, stuffing her cunt with carrots and cucumbers and bananas and every other cock shaped object in the refrigerator – not to mention her fingers and whatever cock substitutes she could dig up around the house. She'd gotten used to being fucked often and well, and she didn't see how she could live without it.
She humped against Greg, taking him in deeper. "That is some tricky dick you swing between your legs," she purred, repeating the private joke they shared.
Downstairs the phone was ringing again. To hell with it, Maggie thought. Even if it might be Christina or Belinda inviting her to an afternoon of lesbian pleasures. She'd settle for what she had between her thighs right now.
"It's coming," Greg panted, and his cock stiffened inside her. Maggie felt his jism gush out, coating the walls of her cunt, and she hugged him tightly, shivering with a little come of her own. His cock stayed inside her and she wiggled her thighs provocatively to keep it hard and ready. Greg was good for one fuck right after another and she didn't intend to miss one of them.
Yesterday had been devoted to sucking and licking. She'd spent three solid hours with his cock in her mouth and she had guzzled man cream until it should have, but didn't, run out her ears. The day before Greg had raised the possibility of giving it to her in the ass but she had refused him. Ted had tried it often enough, in her prim, prudish days, but she was positive it still wouldn't work, and she didn't want unnecessary pain or discomfort to interfere with a lovely afternoon.
Maggie bit his cheek and wiggled against him, still writhing her cunt on his impaling cock, keeping it hard until he was ready to fuck her again. That wouldn't be long. She could feel his prick getting half-soft, then filling with blood once more and she shook her ass to make the process speed up.
"Come on!" she invited. "You're a swinger, so let's swing!"
They were fucking furiously. Maggie riding on top, when she heard the bedroom door open. Her head spun around and she saw Ted standing in the doorway.
"Hi, honey," she sighed, her ass bouncing on Greg's cock. "You're home early."
"Don't give me that shit!" Ted yelled, advancing toward them. "I've been having to call you for hours. What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Maggie stopped her gyrations and rested her palms on Greg's rib cage. "Just a little swinging," she smiled. "This is Greg Nixon. I met him at the party last weekend."
Ted made a fist and smacked it against his thigh. He glowered at Greg. "Why don't you get your clothes on and get the fuck out of here, buddy?" he threatened.
"What's wrong with you, Ted?" Maggie demanded angrily. "Greg is a friend of mine."
"You're a lousy slut, Maggie! Just a lousy, two-bit, shack up slut! What do you mean, having this son of a bitch come over while I'm away? Stud services?"
Greg's cock was going limp inside Maggie and she moved her ass determinedly to make it retain its stiffness.
"Look here, Ted Spencer," she snapped back. "You haven't been much of a husband to me for the past few days. I just figured I'd make up for it."
"I'd better go," Greg cut in. "This is too heavy for me."
"You're staying," Maggie announced, punctuating it with a wiggle of her ass that brought his cock to full, pulsating erection in spite of his doubts.
She turned to Ted. "Come off it, Ted! You were the one who wanted to start swapping, and I went along with you. Well, I like it!"
"This isn't swapping, it's adultery!" Ted shot back. "I mean, what else do you call it? The husband away, the wife in bed with a stranger? What's his name? Nixon? Shit!"
"You're just ticked-off because you voted for his cousin," Maggie replied firmly. "I told you it was a dumb thing to do, that the guy wasn't trustworthy, but no, you had to go vote for the elephant, and all you got was a tusk jammed up your ass." Pleased with her analogy, Maggie smirked at Ted.
"He's right," Greg told her. "Swinging is one thing, trading around at parties, you know? But this really is something else. Honestly, Maggie, if I'd known your husband didn't like the idea. I'd never have called you. So why don't you let me up and I'll go home."
"I've got a better idea," Ted snapped. "Since she likes swinging so much, let's make her a swinging sandwich." He was unbuttoning his trousers, undoing his belt, and letting his pants fall to the floor. His shorts followed and Maggie watched as he teased his cock to erection.
"Good," she said. "You've finally come out of whatever was bothering you. Stand here beside the bed and I'll blow you. Okay?"
Ted's shirt rippled to the floor and now he was naked and hard. "No," he said. "You lean forward. I'm going to shove this tusk up your sassy ass!"
Maggie paled. "Not on your life!" she told him, but by then he was on the bed, kneeling between Greg's outstretched le. He took his cock in hand and slid it up and down the crack of her ass. His hand pushed at her shoulder blades and Maggie leaned forward in spite of herself, her ass rising, her puckered asshole presenting itself to Ted's impatient cock.
He spat on his palms and rubbed his saliva on his cock. Rubbing a finger into Maggie's wet crotch, he soaked the digit and applied the moisture to Maggie's trembling asshole.
She moaned at the touch of his finger, wailed as it pronged through her sphincter and wiggled inside her ass for a lingering moment. She tried to straighten up but he pressed harder upon her shoulder blades and she could not move.
Ted grabbed his cock and worked it once more in Maggie's crack, this time dwelling upon her shit hole. She winced as she felt his knobby cockhead begin to press hard on her resisting ass, and he let up the pressure. Maggie relaxed for a moment, too, a moment too long, and she screamed at the incredibly swift stab as his cock slipped inside her shit chute.
She wanted to jump into the air, to fly around the room, but she couldn't. Two cocks held her firmly to the bed and she was their prisoner.
"You can start again any time you want," Ted declared, and to make his point, he began to fuck in and out of Maggie's tight ass.
"I'm sorry it had to end like this," Greg sighed, and his pelvis shot upward, driving his cock deep into Maggie's cunt.
She writhed and twisted as they double-fucked her. Each time they rammed inside it seemed as if their cocks must certainly bang fully into one another, but the thin wall of flesh separating her asshole and her cunt held firm.
They were moving in counterpoint rhythms, Ted's cock pushing into Maggie's ass while Greg's was pulling back from her cunt.
She hated it! She was being murdered! Her asshole was a festering hotbed of agony! She wished she'd never been born, let alone ever heard of swinging! She damned Belinda and her insistent persuasion to the hottest pits of hell!
And then, abruptly, it didn't hurt any more. Ted's cock was still thick and big inside her asshole but it was moving easily and skillfully and the most incredible sensations were barreling to and from her brain. Her nipples ached with sensual arousal and she whimpered when Greg took them in his fingers. His cock was still in her cunt, moving with the care and force she'd come to expect from him, and her ass was supplying its own special wiggles and twists as she opened her body to the attack of two throbbing cocks.
Setting her teeth firmly she called upon her muscles for assistance, tightening the ring of her ass upon Ted's prick. She heard him moan as her shit chute became a vise encircling his cock, but he didn't stop socking it to her. Maggie knew that moan. She knew that her husband was on the verge of dumping his cookies and, seconds later, she took them, deep in her sassy ass.
He rammed and roared within her, his cock sliding even more easily now that her asshole was slick with his cum, and each time he thrust he dumped a fresh burst of man cream. Maggie shook her ass to help him spend fully, and the wiggles teased and sucked a matching burst of jism out of Greg's cock. The man beneath lunged upward in a savage thump of blind energy that banged his cock tip into Maggie's churning womb and poured boiling cum upon the raging fires of her cunt. She came then, a cock in her cunt, one in her ass, and her body slumped down upon Greg's, slick and greasy with her perspiration.
They slithered out of her jism-filled holes and three of them lay on the bed, Maggie in the middle, cum dripping from her ass and cunt to smear and stain the bedspread unabashedly. She put a hand on her tummy, feeling the quake of orgasm as it rolled inside her, and she closed her eyes. Enough was enough, for God's sakes!
Later, when Greg had gone, Maggie and Ted lay talking on their bed.
"I'm afraid we may have bitten off more than we could chew," Ted confessed. "Maybe we tried to do too much too soon."
"But it all felt so good," Maggie sighed. "Even today, with both of you inside me."
"Maybe we should take a vacation from it all," Ted suggested. "Spend some time in quiet surroundings, get to know each other again. I'm so Goddamned afraid that we're gonna get headed off in opposite directions and that I'll lose you. And honey, I couldn't live if that happened. I wouldn't want to."
Maggie nodded. "You're tight," she agreed. "I know! Why don't we do what we've been talking about? Go out to the Coast and see Mom and Daddy? You've been promising me that trip for over a year."
"I don't know," Ted sighed. "It's a long way to California. Maybe instead we could drive down to Tennessee and spend some time up in the Smokies. Rent a cabin, swim, fish…"
"California, please!" Maggie insisted. "Look, the Smokies sound square, I'll admit, and wholesome, and all-American, but who do you know that's any more square and wholesome and all-American than my parents? Isn't that just the atmosphere we need to get our heads and hearts together again?"
"Okay. California it is. You call the airport in Springfield and make the reservations. I can take a week, maybe two, off from work and we'll go. Monday?"
"Monday," Maggie agreed. "And I'll call Mom, so she can have things ready for us. Oh, Ted, I think this is just what we need! The last few days you and I have been getting so far apart it scares me, and it's gonna do us both a lot of good to get completely away from swinging and all that."
From the air Los Angeles looked like a sprawling giant. Wow! Maggie thought. You could fit every town she'd ever lived in into the enormous cluster of L.A. and still have room for a couple of Milwaukees.
When she and Ted entered the terminal building Maggie's eyes scanned the crowd, searching for her parents and sister, who had promised to meet them here. She heard a voice call her name and she turned with open arms, running to crush herself upon the bosom of her family.
"My God," she gurgled, "I don't believe it! Look at you! Is this what California living does for everyone? Ted, we've got to move out to the Coast, and fast! Don't they just look great?"
How could he deny it? All of them – Jake Villinger, his wife Cam, and their daughter PJ – gleamed with California tans and radiant healthy good looks. Hands shook, lips pecked kisses, and tears watered the corners of feminine eyes.
"Oh, wow," Maggie said, "I really can't get over it! Do any of you do anything except lie in the sun? God, you're all so beautiful!"
Ted shook his head. The Villingers didn't even look like the same people whose daughter he'd married two and a half years ago. They'd been living in Boise then, mousy middle-class people who were nice to be around though on the quiet, unobtrusive side. Now, Jake must have been spending a lot of time at a good gym. His body rippled with muscles and he seemed ten years younger. RI? He remembered her as a little brown mouse who had stood by shyly as her sister's maid of honor during the wedding. She'd grown. She was taller now, lean and lithe, with a nice pair of tits hiding inside her blouse. He cleared his head of that thought and cleared it quickly.
And Cam! She had been positively dowdy in his memory, a dull-looking middle-aged woman who seemed to fit naturally into a kitchen. But Christ! Her hair glowed, sun-bleached to a shiny golden blonde, her skin gleamed beneath its coating of tan, and she seemed suddenly to have sprouted legs, legs which her skimpy skirt showed off flatteringly. When she leaned against him for a kiss of welcome he felt her tits move beneath her halter top and he knew instinctively that they swung free and unconfined.
Maggie saw the flush that spread across her husband's face but she paid it no attention. She was home, even if she'd never been to California before in all her life. She was with her parents and her sister and she knew that no matter how serious the problems facing her and Ted, answers could be found in the comforting security of her family circle.
The house was everything Maggie expected. A split-level ranch in a suburban community ringing the heart of Los Angeles, it seemed to be the real-life dream of every middle-class American family. Air-conditioned, impeccably painted, the lawn green and evenly trimmed. There was a big color TV in the living room, a smaller one in the rumpus room along with bar and pool table, while the back yard contained a pool and patio. The only thing missing was a tennis court but, as Cam advised her daughter, the local club to which they belonged had a fine playing area and, besides, wasn't it much nicer to have the beautiful grove of orange frees ringing the rear of the property, insuring comfortable privacy for back yard gatherings?
"Maybe while you're here we can play a few sets at the club," Cam went on. "Lord knows I'm down there almost every day. It's incredible how fast you can get attached to tennis. I'd never played at all before we moved out here and now I can't seem to get enough."
"It's taken years off you," Maggie enthused. "You look like a young girl again. I'm surprised tat you don't have a regiment of teenaged boys after you, thinking you're just a sexy high school chick." She laughed and jabbed her mother in the ribs and both women giggled.
Cam's cooking hadn't suffered, in spite of her widening circle of interests. Maggie eagerly pronounced dinner to be the best she'd ever tasted, as the family sat in chairs on the patio, enjoying after-dinner drinks in the gathering dusk.
A light shone on the pool as PJ swam languidly. My, my, Maggie thought, eyeing her sister's graceful figure, well displayed in the skimpy bikini she wore. Obviously that was the style out here, with the bra just big enough to cover the nipples and the panties riding low and revealing half of the crack of her ass, but PJ certainly had the body for it. Eighteen now, PJ had begun to blossom into a beautiful woman. If she'd been anyone else, Maggie would have drooled with desire and plotted ways to get her hands and lips inside those bikini pants, and even the realization that this was true clung nervously inside her head. But it was working, just as she'd thought it would. The frenzied swinging she had tasted in Dawson seemed far away, and the hot, horny Maggie of last weekend might well have been another person entirely.
Cam Villinger stood up, shrugging out of the long red robe she wore. It rippled to her feet and Maggie was hard put to repress a whistle of astonishment. Beneath the flowing robe her mother was wearing a tiny red bikini, every bit as flimsy as PJ's, and it looked absolutely fantastic on her.
Now, laid almost bare in her tiny swimsuit, it was easy for Maggie to see that her mother had really shaped up since moving to the Coast. Golden-bronze skin tones and rippling female muscles couldn't disguise, couldn't draw attention away from the seeming new life that had infected Cam's body. Cuddled in the red cups Cam's tits jiggled sexily, and her trim tummy was as flat as her two daughters'. A gold chain was fastened around her waist and, like PJ, she showed off the tight crack of her ass where her swimsuit bottom stretched across her bouncy butt.
She hesitated a moment on the brink of the pool, almost as if she were modeling her body for the benefit of her daughter and son-in-law, and then Cam dove in gracefully, a splash of water rising into the air as she submerged.
"I think I'm going to take a dip myself," Jake smiled, and he drew his T-shirt over his head. Maggie noted with approval the vivid bleaching of his chest hairs and the strong, manly flow of his biceps. He unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants, and he too was wearing a swimsuit beneath his clothes. His trunks were of the male bikini variety, low-riding, tight, and sensationally formfitting. Apparently these were also the style here and Jake was used to wearing them in public, for he made no effort to hide the fact that his trunks might have been painted onto his body. Maggie's eyes widened as she caught sight of the bulge of hex father's cock and balls, stunningly outlined in the fabric of his swim trunks. It was almost as if her father stood frankly nude before her – the only thing of which she was ignorant was the precise size of his cock. She forced herself to look any as he dived in to join his wife and younger daughter.
"Why don't you and Ted join us?" Cam suggested, surfacing and lifting herself onto the edge of the pool. Water dripped don her face and body as she smiled at Maggie, and the paints of her nipples made strong impressions on the cups of her bra.
Maggie shook her head, forcing a yawn. Halfway through it she discovered that she wasn't forcing. She really was tired – after all, she and Ted had had a long flight – but she also felt a sense of uneasiness. It was much like seeing those older people at the party. She didn't think of her parents in terms of postage stamp bikinis and form-fitting swim trunks and she wasn't quite ready for it.
On the other hand, she rationalized, it was just California. Everyone knew that life on the West Coast was more leisurely, more dedicated to sun and fun. Jake and Cam had been living here for over a year and it was no wonder if they were into their new environment. After Boise and all those other prairie and mountain towns, L.A. must be a whole new trip for them, and they seemed to enjoy it.
"I think I'm going to bed," Maggie smiled. "After all, it's been a long day." She stood up and looked at her husband. His eyes were focused ahead, on the splashing figures in the pool, and she was willing to bet that he was eyeing PJ's hot little ass. "How about you, Ted?" she asked. "Are you ready to turn in, too?"
Startled, he looked up at her. "Oh," he said in a faraway voice. "Yeah, I guess so. I'm pretty tired."
He didn't seem that tired when they were in bed. The room was air-conditioned cool and it seemed silly to wear anything to bed, so Maggie slipped naked between the crisp clean sheets beside her husband. He turned on her as soon as she was next to him and she felt his thick cock banging on her belly.
Their sex hadn't been so great the last couple of days, not even after they'd finally come to terms with their problem, and Maggie was surprised at the power and speed with which Ted mounted her. He worked his cockhead in her slit for a moment or two, until she was wet and ready, and then he slammed inside her cunt. Maggie's feet tangled in the sheets and she couldn't get her legs up to wrap around him, the way she liked, but it didn't matter. He fucked her powerfully, plugging her cunt with his cock, kneading her bare tits with his strong hands.
It felt good, Maggie decided, so damned good! It was the old Ted, not the stranger with whom she'd shared a home and little else the past week. His cock was hard and hot, and her cunt was wet and insatiable. Before he spilled his turn into her he reached down beside the bed and grabbed up her panties, using them to mop up the dripping jism and prevent staining the cool pink-and-white sheets. As he rubbed the silky panties across her sopping gash, his fingers diddled Maggie's cunt and she burst into flame in his hands, her lips seeking his, her fingers scratching his back lovingly.
Peeling warm and mushy, Maggie lay back on the bed. What had brought this on? she wondered. It was welcome as all hell but she hadn't been expecting so passionate an attack so early in their vacation. Her eyes slit and she gave him a kinky little smile. If she didn't miss her guess he'd been fantasizing that it was sexy PJ he was fucking. She was positive, and she wasn't sure whether she liked it.
"Ted," she purred, "do you think PJ is attached?"
He shrugged. My, she thought, he was a much better actor than she'd given him credit for. "She's cute," he acknowledged. "If you like teenyboppers!"
Maggie smiled. "Was that why you kept staring at her in the pool?"
"I wasn't," he said, and she almost believed him.
The tone of serious honesty in his voice was incredible. Maggie held back. She didn't want to start a fight, so why accuse him of lying to her? Anyway, he couldn't have her sister. They'd agreed on that. No swinging until they'd straightened themselves out, and alter that – who knew? Maybe they'd revert to their old one-on-one lifestyle for keeps. Promiscuity might be fun but there was no sense whatever in letting it wreck their marriage.
She reached out and fingered Ted's cock thoughtfully. Her mouth opened as she leaned forward and she began to suckle his wet, limp prick until, with startling swiftness, it was no longer limp. Her head moved up and down in quick, expert fashion, and she felt him touch her hair as she sucked his cock.
Ted looked down at his sucking wife. In spite of the progressive sexual nature of what she was doing, she looked innocent as a baby. How could he tell her that it wasn't her sister who had excited him into that hot wild fuck – that it was really his wife's mother?
His cock danced in Maggie's mouth, battered by her tongue, pressured by her lips, and he felt a fresh load building inside his balls, a load that he was anxious to pour right down Maggie's gulping throat. He closed his eyes and it seemed that he was fucking his cock into a beautiful tanned face, ringed by golden, sun-bleached hair, and that Cam was giving him the most fantastic blow job in the world.