"How good to see you again, Gloria!" exclaimed Jennifer. "It's been too long since you dropped by."
Gloria smiled a little as she greeted her friend. She silently went into Jennifer's home and immediately saw Tom sitting with a beer in his hand and watching television. For a moment, she felt a lump in her throat. This was such a nice domestic scene. It had been like this with her once. Once.
No more. Her husband was dead. She envied Jennifer in that respect. She still had Tom on a fulltime basis. But Gloria realized she would have to begin coming out of her self-imposed exile. She couldn't mope around the rest of her life. She was still young. Friends like Jennifer and Tom would help her get back into the swing of things.
Literally the swing of things with these two.
"How're you doing, Gloria?" asked Tom. She smiled at him. She had always liked him – and more. An element of love crept into her gaze. He was kind and gentle and one of the best damn lays she'd ever found, including her husband.
"Surviving and that's about all, Harry's death really shook me up a lot."
"I can imagine. Are you…?" began Jennifer, her question dangling.
"I guess that's why I came over. I know you folks prefer to swing with other couples and I'm not part of a couple. Not now, at any rate. Still, I felt like I was cooped up and ready to explode inside."
"Little wonder," said Tom. "You're a sexy, beautiful woman. Going this long without any cock must be driving you right up the wall. I never knew you to go more than a day or two at the outside without getting hornier than hell."
"Well, Harry's death did rack me up, but something else is bugging me now."
"Anything we can help you with?" asked Jennifer, sitting on the sofa and crossing her legs. Gloria swallowed hard at the sight. The other woman made a big point of crossing her legs and showing white flesh all the way up to her crotch. It was obvious she wasn't wearing any panties. That was the way Tom liked it and Jennifer would always do what Tom liked.
Gloria's mind wandered a little. Tom and Jennifer were old friends. The first time the four of them had gotten together, it wasn't even with the idea of swapping wives. A bridge game and nothing more. A bit toe much liquor greased the tracks and before anyone knew it, they were playing strip poker. The men enjoyed it and they won consistently until the women were both mother naked.
Then the fun had begun. The four of them had enjoyed each other so much that they had continued. Then they dropped the pretense of the bridge game. They came and they fucked and it was fun.
Until Henry died. Gloria hadn't wanted to come over after that. She didn't know what her reception would be like. After all, there were social rules governing swinging just as there were social rules governing everything else. She didn't have a partner for Jennifer to screw, so she could hardly come over and make a play for Tom. Jennifer might get the wrong idea.
They were friends. But could she tell them about her affair with her very own nephew? Tom and Jennifer were liberal in their sexual views, but were they liberal enough not to condemn her? They understood the sexual pressures she had been under. Tom's comment told her that. But they might not go for her incestuous relationship. That might be outside the realm of sexuality that they could accept.
Gloria wasn't about to lose friends such as these over an ill-considered remark on her part. She would have to draw them out on their feelings.
"Well, I don't know. I've gotten involved with a younger man. Much younger. Young enough to be my son."
"He's a lucky son of a bitch," said Tom smiling.
"That doesn't bother you at all?" Gloria asked. She saw from their smiles that it didn't. They were happy for her and that was that.
"Why didn't you bring him along?"
"Well, Jen, it seemed like he might be a little spooked about our… arrangements. After all, swinging isn't exactly the most accepted thing in suburbia. You know what my sister would think of it." Gloria shuddered a little thinking about that. Her sister was such a prude. The woman wondered why. Their upbringing had been the same. But Gloria was open-minded and experimental about her sex. Her sister seemed to dig sex, too, but only in the bedroom with the lights out and probably only in the missionary position.
"Yeah, if he's a real young kid, it might run him off. And if he's any kind of a cocksman, you don't want that," Jennifer said.
"I… I might bring him along later. If that's okay with the two of you."
"Hell, Gloria, just seeing you again is great. Bring anybody you want. If you think he's all right, he's okay with us. You know that." Tom stirred in his chair and set the can of beer down.
Gloria turned and saw Jennifer lick her lips in an erotic, arousing way. The pink tip of her tongue poked out between her lips and made a slow, sensual circuit around those ruby lips. Her legs parted and Gloria could see that her dark, furry snatch was ready for a man's prick. The woman was hot and horny for cock.
Realizing that Tom had grown a boner that must be paining him, Gloria wondered if she should leave and let them fuck like rabbits, or whether they would want her to stay and join them. Not having a male partner bothered Gloria. But the idea that a little three-way action was fine with Tom and Jennifer would help her immensely. She would try and get back into the old patterns of her life. They could aid her in returning to normalcy.
And besides, she was getting horny herself just thinking about Tom's monstrous prick. She had seen larger cocks, but not often, and the men seldom used them with the drill and inventiveness that Tom did. He was a real stud in a world filled with men who only thought they were.
A quick glance at Jennifer told Gloria that they expected her to stay and to join in. They wanted her. She felt easier about this. She hadn't wanted to intrude on them. And now they were inviting her in the best way possible.
Tom's hand moved to his crotch. A quick movement and his cock leaped but, red and lovely and ready for cunt.
"Ummmmm, that's tasty-looking, Tom." Gloria said. She dropped to her knees and inched across the rug to where he sat. He leaned back, his cock jutting straight up into the air.
She popped the plum-tipped cock into her mouth and sucked so hard her cheeks went hollow under the pressure. The man groaned and his hips involuntarily jerked upward. He wanted to face-fuck her. She licked and stroked her rough, pink tongue all over the tip of his cock. And the woman knew that she would have to have this all to herself. To hell with Jennifer. She lived there. She would have him any time she wanted just by waggling her ass in his direction. Gloria's need was great – and they had invited her.
She glanced up and saw the smile on Tom's face. The man was watching his wife while he enjoyed the hot, wet, sucking mouth moving along the shaft of his prick.
Gloria turned and saw that Jennifer had stripped. She danced slowly, erotically, to music she had put an the stereo. The music's beat was undeniably sexy. And the way the woman moved should have been outlawed. Gloria felt herself getting damp in the crotch more at the way Jennifer danced than at the throbbing prick stuffed into her mouth.
She shaved the prick out of her mouth with her tongue and quickly got down on hands and knees. She wiggled her buttocks in Tom's direction and said, "I feel like a bitch in heat. Why don't you fuck me like a dog?"
She wiggled her ass once more and that got Tom's attention. The woman saw his prick try to turn cartwheels. He almost ripped off his pants as he dropped down behind her. His hands stroked along her flanks and moved quickly to strip her of her jeans. Working together, they soon had her totally naked.
"God, those ass cheeks of yours!" said Tom. "I love to watch the way they roll and move when you twist around."
His hands dived down between the thick slabs of ass meat and separated her buttocks. His cock dived down into the humid canyon and sought out her asshole. The light touch of his blunt cock head against her asshole sent shivers of pure delight throughout the woman's body.
"Ummm, nice, very nice, but don't fuck me there. Up the cunt! I need to feel a real man's cock all the way up my burning pussy."
"Burning? Hell, it's hot, but it's also nice and juicy. You're ready for my prick, aren't you, you sultry bitch?"
She loved to hear Tom talk dirty. There was something about his deep baritone voice that made it sexy. She would do anything to get his prick fucking her hard and fast. But the woman was acutely aware that they wouldn't leave Jennifer out. This wasn't the ordinary wife-swapping. The other woman was getting herself whipped into a sexual frenzy by her wild, uninhibited dancing. Her pussy would be overflowing with lust now.
"Come on over and join in!" cried Gloria. "I think that pussy of yours is about ready to get eaten out!"
That was all the invitation Jennifer needed. Like a baseball player sliding into home, she scooted across the rug. Her legs spread wide and she shoved her cunt directly up into Gloria's face.
"Eat meeee."
And Gloria did. Her tongue reached out and moved swiftly along the other woman's pussy. The way she diddled the clit was expert. She knew what turned the other woman on from long experience. Her tongue circled the meek little pink spire of erectile flesh and teased it upward. Jennifer struggled erotically on the floor, moaning and begging for more.
Gloria found it suddenly hard to concentrate on properly eating out Jennifer's cunt. She felt the hard cylinder of Tom's prick stroking back and forth in the warm cradle of her own cunt lips. The man thrust back and forth with his prick so that he parted her pussy lips and rubbed sensuously against the delicate inner lips.
"Go on, fuck me, damn you. Fuck me goooood!" she begged. And she got it. The man's cock retreated for a moment as he braced himself for the onslaught. Then his prick rushed into her softly yielding cunt like a runaway freight train.
She screamed and for a moment she thought she'd come. Then she realized that he had only pushed her close to the edge. Gasping, heart racing, the woman felt the full impact of his cock into her cunt. It was good, damned good. To have that hot, huge cock filling her to overflowing again was like heaven on earth for the woman. It had been too long since a real cocks man had fucked her.
Screwing her nephew was different. His cock was big enough to pleasure any woman but he didn't know all the little tricks that gave more than simple pleasure in a fucking. Tom knew all those tricks – and more. He was inventive and he continually experimented. Like now.
He wasn't content wit simply fucking her like a dog. He wanted a different angle of entry into her cunt, more friction, tighter pussy. And he got it by reaching down and puffing up her left leg. He maneuvered it around his waist so that she was supported on both hands and her right knee.
Gloria did come then. The way her pussy tightened up was incredible. She was twisted around the man's waist and had his prick further up her cunt than ever before.
She wanted to simply stay like this till she died. The throbbing, virile heat from his cock excited her more than words could tell. The feel of his hooded glans expanding like an arrowhead in her tight tunnel of cunt threatened to rip her apart.
And she wanted more!
"Fuck harder. Oh, dear God, this is what I need! Give it all to me, Tom darling. All of that sweet, fucking prick!"
"Hey, don't forget me!" demanded Jennifer. The woman was wantonly spread in front of Gloria, her needy cunt still drooling out its fuck juices. Gloria opened her eyes and drank in the beauty of that raven-furred twat. She couldn't neglect Jennifer. Yet keeping her mind on anything but the wonderful feel of the cock drilling into her pussy was so hard!
She bent forward again and licked along the other woman's sex gash. She managed to worm her tongue down into the liquid warmth of her cunt lips and then plunged her tongue all the way up into Jennifer's cunt hole. The other woman screamed and thrashed about, her passions rising every second that cock-hard tongue whirled around inside her pussy.
That kept Jennifer busy. The salty, tangy taste of her pussy fluid made Gloria all the more aware of her own body. She felt her own fuck juices leaking around the plug of Tom's prick and trickling down the insides of her soft thighs. The tiny river of love oils tickled and turned her on in a big way.
Everything turned her on in a big way!
This was exactly what she had been needing for so long. She realized she shouldn't have dug her little hole and pulled it in after her. She should have stayed in the real world, sexually active with swingers like Tom and Jennifer. Mourning was such a silly thing, on the face of it. Sure, she had loved her husband, but no amount of crying and self-denial would ever bring him back.
Henry had been a reasonable man. He wouldn't have wanted her to become a nun and forsake all sex. He would approve of this scene with a huge prick reaming out his wife's fuck tunnel while she licked and sucked and tongued another woman's twat. Henry would have enjoyed it, participating or simply watching.
Gloria came.
Her left leg, draped around the man's waist, tightened and pulled him firmly into her fleshy ass. The feel of his hairy thighs rubbing against her naked flesh was almost as big a thrill for her as the thick prick buried all the way up her cunt.
"Fuck harder!" she cried. "Fuck me till I burn up inside!"
The man tried to do just that. He started slowly, his fucking tempo almost maddeningly slow. Building up, he twisted and corkscrewed into her needy twat until she writhing in utter arousal. But he kept adding new dimensions to the fucking. He was never content to simply allow her to feel his prick.
Reaching around her waist, he found the tiny button of her clit buried at the vee of her cunt lips. He began stroking his finger along it, circling the base and teasing all the way to the sensitive tip. Every feathery touch was electric and made her catch her breath. She felt as if huge weights were being piled up inside until she couldn't stand it any longer. She came again, this time harder than the time before. She hardly thought it possible, but she didn't come down from her sexual high. The feel of the cock, the way the man worked her clit around like a tiny marble, the taste of the other woman's pussy, all pushed her to even higher stages of arousal.
"God, give it all to me," she screamed around a mouthful of cunt. "I need it. Sweet Jesus, how I need it! Fuck meeee haaaaaard!"
The man's hand left her clit and moved forward, stroking along the smooth flesh of her belly. She came again when he found one of her dangling tits. He began milking her like he would have a cow. Strong fingers clamped around the base of one tit, then slowly moved down to the nipple.
A slight brush and she came. And came and came.
She felt like a machine gun going off. The man's prick never ceased its relentless fucking of her tight pussy, but he continued to do all the other things that made fucking with him more exciting than with any other men.
"Keep that leg wrapped around me," he commanded. The harsh order sent new chills up her spine. He could be so dominant. He knew what he wanted, he knew what she wanted, and he would do anything to give the ultimate in human pleasure to both of them.
She tensed the slender leg circling his waist. She pressed the foot down until it edged into the man's crack. Strongly muscled ass worked against her foot as he continued to drive that rock-hard cock into her juicy twat. She felt as if she could stay in this position forever.
She started ramming her hips back to meet his prick. The way he hotly surged all the way along her fuck tunnel was more than enough to keep her happy. But he added constant stimulation with his hand. He milked her tits. He stroked her clit. His hairy thighs rubbed against her bare ass. Even his hot and harsh breathing gusting across her spine turned her on.
She came again, her pussy collapsing hard on his cock. This made his prick feel twice as large. She allowed the ripples of her come to rocket the full length of her twat, messaging his cock, coaxing it, trying to milk it of his jism. She got off and he still fucked with his long, strong strokes.
"God, oh God, fuck me, fuck me gooooood!" she begged. No longer able to keep her mouth on the other woman's pussy, she concentrating solely on her own delights. And they were many. His cock. The way she was wrapped around his waist. Her tiny pussy accepting more and more cock as he speeded up the tempo of the fucking. Her clit. They all melted together in one huge orgasm.
She felt as if the top of her head had blasted off and gone into orbit. By the time she came down from the biggest come she had ever experienced, she realized his prick was no longer in her cunt. The hollowness bothered her. She still needed his cock badly, but he had other obligations. Jennifer was demanding some of the action, too. All Gloria could do was sob and sigh and try to put out the burning fires of lust, that had been ignited in her loins – and hope she didn't go crazy with desire before she controlled her rampaging emotions.