Barney was still a little angry at Leslie for getting so drunk at the faculty dinner. He was a little drunk himself, now. He lifted the glass to his lips again, and took a long sip. It was delicious punch, but stronger than he had first thought, and Barney just wasn’t accustomed to hard liquor, disguised with fruit juice or any other way.
He glanced at his wife dancing with Chet Putnam. She was dancing too close to the smooth bastard and it rankled him. Oh, he liked Chet okay, but his moves on Leslie hadn’t escaped him. He was a little jealous and didn’t like the feeling.
His first hint that lovely Leslie wasn’t as sweet and inhibited as he’d thought, came the other night after the faculty dinner. He’d never seen her so drunk or act quite the way she had. When they came home she had undressed herself with considerable difficulty, a feat in itself considering how smashed she was. Then she lay down and pulled him on top of her and cried, “Fuck me, Barney, fuck me!” Leslie had never said anything like that before; he hadn’t even thought she’d known the word. He was already angry with her for getting drunk. Her vulgarity dismayed him, yet it turned him on and he had fucked her without taking off his pants.
She had moaned and rolled under him and cried, “Oh, honey… baby, so good, feels so good. Gonna come, gonna come!” She had never said anything when they’d fucked before, and he wasn’t aware that she ever came. It just wasn’t like her, not at all.
He looked at Marva Putnam sitting next to him on the couch. She was so good looking, so goddamn sexy. He caught her eyes for an instant and looked quickly away. Her tits looked so full and luscious. She wasn’t wearing a brassiere and he could see the dark circle around her nipples. Her skirt was too short, too, and exposed too much thigh. He felt the sweat on the back of his neck and knew he must be blushing. It was indecent for a woman to show so much.
He shot another glance at Chet and Leslie dancing and took a long swallow of punch. It was that goddamn Mac Lancaster and his ridiculous talk about swapping that had set him on edge. He knew his worry was needless; Leslie would never go for that kind of shit. No way.
The Putnams were good neighbors, friendly and helpful, and he liked them both. This was the third time they had gotten together socially, but there hadn’t been so much drinking the other times. Chet was a salesman and gone a lot, giving Marva too much time alone. He suspected that Leslie wasted too much time having coffee with her. Barney didn’t believe in wasting time.
Barney almost wished they hadn’t accepted the Putnam’s invitation. The barbecued steaks had been delicious, but then the sun went down and it got chilly so they went in the house. Marva had made a huge bowl of punch and they started playing cards and talking about the game the night before. It had been a good win over a tough rival, making Barney feel great and he drank too much of the delicious, fruity punch. Chet drank heavily, too, but he was accustomed to it. He bitched constantly about his cards and finally threw them down with a curse. He turned the stereo up and the lights down and asked Leslie to dance. Marva filled Barney’s glass and sat beside him on the couch.
Barney was unusually aware of Marva sitting so close to him. She was a real looker, dark and beautiful, and built. God, she was built. Barney wasn’t one to look at other women, but he had developed a mild lech for her in spite of himself. He had decided that if he was going to cheat, which he wasn’t, it would have to be with Marva. He had no way of knowing that Marva had the same idea, and she cheated all the time. He had no idea, either, that she and Leslie had discussed that very subject earlier in the day.
Marva moved closer to Barney. She had decided she would have him the first time she saw him. He was a muscular young man, bigger than Chet and she wondered if his cock was bigger, too. She doubted it; Chet was really hung. He was handsome in a rugged way, but not as bright or as good company as her husband.
“They make a nice couple, don’t they?” she said coyly, leaning against his arm. God, he was hard as a rock.
“Uh, yeah,” Barney said.
She had deliberately made the punch strong; old Barney needed all the help he could get, and she had done her part, filling his glass as fast as he emptied it.
“Do you want to dance with me, Barney?” she said.
“Yeah, sure,” Barney said, and got to his feet.
Marva stood up beside him. “I think I’d rather step outside for a minute or two. It’s do damn stuffy in here.”
“Sure. I could use a little air myself. Feel a little lightheaded.” He grinned. “Too much punch.”
“Good for what ails you,” Marva said, and took his arm.
Leslie saw them go through the French doors to the patio, saw how tightly Marva held her husband’s arm. She hoped Marva was as much woman as she looked. She knew Marva wanted Barney because she had said so, and she wanted Chet, Goddamn, how she wanted Chet. She could feel his cock against her crotch now; he was hard, and he was big, bigger than Barney. She pressed tighter against him and turned her face up. Chet took the invitation and kissed her. She felt a thrill race through her body when his tongue snaked into her mouth. She sucked at the pulpy thing, pulling it in deeper and felt his hand slide down her back to cup her smooth cheeks. She held the kiss, letting him press his cock hard against her soft belly. It felt so fucking good.
On the patio, Marva looked up at the clear, star filled sky. “I think it’s warmed up a little,” she said. She was facing him and stepped closer. “It’s such a beautiful night, Barney. Do you want to kiss me?” She turned her face up to him.
“You’ve had a little too much of your own punch,” he said, with a grin, but stepped next to her.
“No, I haven’t, darling,” she said. “I want you to kiss me.”
Barney looked guiltily at the French doors. He couldn’t see Chet or Leslie, so surely they couldn’t see him. Temptation filled his body. Marva was such a beautiful and desirable woman. She was so close he could feel her touching him.
Her arms came up around his neck and she was pulling his head down. She meant it; she wanted him to kiss her.
They kissed. It started softly, but she encouraged him to be more intense, her tongue gliding lightly along his lips. He felt her writhing against him, her arms tightly around his neck, her hot body hard against his. He felt his cock hardening and pulled away.
“Marva, Marva,” he gasped, “you’ve had too much to drink. You’ll hate yourself and me too in the morning.”
“No, I won’t… honey, oh, baby… “ she sighed and snuggled close again.
When he stepped back again she stepped forward so that if he went any further he would be in view from the house. He stopped and her arm went around his neck. This time the kiss was hot from the start and when she felt his arms circle her, she speared her tongue into his mouth. His response was to tighten his arms around her; she liked that and began to pump her tongue in and out, a movement both suggestive and lewd.
“God, Marva,” he sputtered. He was breathless and excited but forced his mouth free. “You don’t realize what you’re doing. You’re playing with fire.”
“I know it,” she whispered and pressed against him again, only this time with a vital difference; she had one hand between them in front of her tummy. She felt for his now hard cock through his pants and when they kissed she massaged it with her palm.
His cock responded with a throb. She pulled away a little to make room for her hand to unzip his fly. When she had it open she reached inside and clasped his shaft. It was rock hard and throbbed in her hand.
Barney gasped and grabbed her wrist. When he pulled her hand away, she pulled his cock out of his pants.
“Oooooh, Barney… nice,” Marva cried.
Barney pulled himself free and tucked his cock away. “Now I know you’ve had too much to drink,” he said, zipping up. “I can’t let you degrade yourself like this. What if your husband or my wife came out here and saw what we were doing?”
“What if…” Marva giggled.
“Come on, I’m taking you back inside and Leslie and I are going home.”
“What’s the matter, don’t trust yourself?”
He still gripped her wrist and started for the house.
“What if Leslie doesn’t want to go home?”
“She’ll want to go if I do,” Barney snapped.
But Leslie didn’t want to go home. She was having too good a time dancing and teasing… with the promise of more. She and Chet had been kissing steadily ever since Barney and Marva left the house. They danced very close, kissing, rubbing belly to belly, Chet’s hard cock firmly against her thigh. Luckily they heard the commotion on the patio and had broken apart before the other couple entered. The three of them talked Barney out of going home. Instead, they went to the punch bowl. Barney sulked, yet drank a quick glass of punch.
Chet turned off more lights, leaving only one floor lamp on low. He put on a sensual, slow record. The music had a quick effect on Marva and she started gyrating in a very suggestive manner, much to the embarrassment of Barney, but to the delight of Leslie and Chet. Chet clapped his hands and shouted encouragement. “Take it off, baby,” he called.
Barney was torn; he wanted to keep the party respectable, not wanting his neighbors to regret anything tomorrow, but at the same time wouldn’t mind seeing more of Marva. Her suggestive motions sent a twitch through his cock.
Marva danced close to him and gently pushed him back into an arm chair. He caught a fleeting glance of Leslie and Chet sitting close together on the couch and then Marva was in front of him. She wore a tight fitting cocktail dress and it didn’t take her long to get one strap off her shoulder and the bodice down to completely expose one ripe tit. The nipple was dark and stood out hard.
He sat spellbound, watching open mouthed, enthralled. His brain was bursting with excitement. His cock lengthened down his pants leg.
Marva twirled in front of him, taking his empty glass from his hand. He watched her glide to the punch bowl and quickly fill his glass. She was back in an instant and put the wet glass to his lips. “Drink up, darling,” she cooed. She held it there until he had drained it completely, then threw it to the floor. His mind spun wildly.
Keeping time to the music, she rotated her hips recklessly as she pushed her dress down to her hips. Her luscious tits bounced gently, sensuously before Barney’s bulging eyes. She was positioned to hide the couple on the couch, but Barney was no longer interested in the scene going on there.
Chet pulled his tongue from Leslie’s mouth and broke the long kiss. “That’s it, honey, give Barney a good show. She’s got a sweet pair of jugs, Barney, a sweet pair,” he said.
Barney got a quick look at the couple on the couch. His vision was blurry and didn’t see his wife’s hand palm down on Chet’s lap or Chet’s hand cupping Leslie’s generous tit. Chet didn’t seem to mind that Marva was making a spectacle of herself, so he decided that he wouldn’t either; he would just enjoy the sight.
He watched Marva’s tits bounce; they looked so round and soft. He couldn’t help wondering how they would feel in his hands. Leslie’s were higher, and firmer, pointed and smooth, Marva’s soft, bouncy boobs would be a nice change of pace.
Suddenly Marva stopped her writhing dance and lifted one leg and placed her foot on his thigh. “Be a darling,” she said softly, “and take off my shoe.”
Barney almost fainted. She wasn’t wearing stockings and her leg looked so white, so smooth, and he could see all the way to her scantily pantied crotch. The panties were a black net-like material and he could see the thick black hair squeezing out through the leg bands in profusion. He heard Chet laughing and Leslie chuckled. “Go ahead, honey, take off her shoe,” she cried. Barney felt a little shock when Leslie encouraged him; he had expected her to protest.
Barney swallowed hard, knew he was blushing, and reached down and removed her shoe. She left her bare foot on his thigh, slowly wriggling her toes.
“Do feet turn you on, Barney? Does this excite you?” Marva said, sliding her foot up his leg until her toes touched the end of his hard cock. She pressed down on the hard gristle for a moment, then changed feet. “Take off the other one,” she whispered.
He felt the heat in his face and knew it was the color of a ripe tomato. He glanced past her at Chet, who was grinning; so was Leslie. Leslie was gripping Chet’s cock through his pants now, but Barney didn’t notice.
“Take it off for her, Barney,” Chet said.
“Yes, Barney, don’t be such a prude,” Leslie added.
She was leaning heavily against Chet, and her fingers deftly worked at his zipper, sliding quickly inside when it was all the way down. She gripped his hard cock, and pulled softly, “God, Chet, it’s nice.” It felt good in her hand. It was so nice and big; bigger than Barney’s.
Barney’s mouth hung open; all he could see was smooth, white thigh all the way to Marva’s black panties. She lifted her skirt so he could get an unobstructed view. His hands trembled when he reached for the shoe. He somehow got the shoe off and then she was on both feet again pushing her skirt down to the floor. She stood in front of him wearing only her tiny panties.
“I think you should give old Barn a nice big kiss for being so helpful,” Chet shouted.
Marva dropped into his lap, directly on his bulging cock, her arms sliding around his neck, her naked tits pressing hard against his chest. She kissed Barney, and at the same time dropped her hands to his and lifted them up to her lolling tits. It was impossible for Barney to resist cupping the ripe hills. Her nipples strained hard against his pressing palms.
Her arms were around his neck again and her tongue was deep in his mouth. Barney tried to resist, knowing that his own wife and this young woman’s husband were only a few feet away, but it was difficult; he felt so drunk, so out of control. He guessed it was all right if Chet wanted to let Marva do a striptease and act like this, but he would never let Leslie be touched and kissed by another man.
On the couch, Chet Putnam had pulled Leslie into his arms, rolling her slightly onto her side to face him. His hand was behind her, easing her dress up the back of her thighs.
“God, Leslie your legs feel so smooth,” Chet whispered. “Do you like mate swapping?”
“I’ve never done it… not until tonight. I think I’m going to like it; it’s stimulating, but Barney isn’t exactly the type to instigate such a move. He’s a prude.”
“No!” Chet said. “Yes,” Leslie said, giggling. She knew he was kidding, and she gripped his cock tighter. “You feel smooth, too… and hard,” she said. “I like it hard.”
He kissed her then, his tongue in her mouth, and his hand reached her panties. He caressed her ass through the thin nylon.
Barney couldn’t see what was happening on the couch; Marva was blocking his line of vision, even if he had wanted to look.
He was busy feeling her tits while they kissed. He was completely confused now, and abandoned himself to Marva. One hand left her breast and slid down to her tummy, down to her sheer panties. She naughtily parted her legs and gave his hand a push.
“Yes, honey,” she hissed, “feel my cunt.”
His hand was on her warm mound and moved down the deep cleft between her legs. He felt the ooze of wet, warm moisture through her panty crotch. He was completely out of control now and pushed the crotch band to the side and felt her wet lips. At the same moment, Chet was feeling Leslie’s cunt, his hand inside her panties.
“Ohhhh, darling,” Marva moaned, “you’re really getting to me now… really getting me hot. Yes, yes, feel it, put your finger inside… ooooooh, honey, good!” She leaned sideways to rest her head on his shoulder.
With Marva’s head out of the way, Barney looked across the room at the couple on the sofa. His wife’s dress was up around her belly, her leg lifted in a funny way. He couldn’t see because Chet’s hand was behind her, but it was to let him have complete access to her open cunt. His mouth dropped open as he watched Leslie slowly pull Chet’s cock out of his pants.
Leslie looked up at that moment to stare into her husband’s wide eyes. She gave him a half smile, an apologetic smile, but slowly started to masturbate the huge cock in her hand.
Barney was shocked, even dismayed, yet he felt a terrific lurch inside his pants. Marva got onto the floor, pulling Barney with her. He was all but on top of her and his hands were pulling her panties off. He felt her hands on his belt buckle and rolled over to let her get him undone. She got his pants open and pushed them down; he arched his hips to help her. When his pants reached his knees, he rolled on top of her, his cock stiff between her open legs. She found his cock with her hand and pushed it into her cunt. It glided into the wet-slick groove effortlessly.
“Oh, Goddamn, Barney, nail me to the floor; fuck me hard,” she gasped, lifting her ass to meet his thrust. “Don’t come too quick.”
Barney didn’t see Leslie’s panties come off, or Chet’s, for that matter. Chet had lifted one of Leslie’s legs over the back of the couch and pushed the other to the floor, leaving her wide open. He climbed aboard, his thick tool easing deep into her wet cunt. Leslie sighed with pleasure, her legs coming up over his back.
Both couples rutted hard, moaning and straining, fucking like wild animals.
Barney looked up at the couch, a mixture of dismay and excitement racing through his mind. It was a bizarre experience to see his lovely wife taking the hard cock of another man while he fucked another woman. He was strangely stimulated by the sight.
It was different for Chet Putnam; he had seen his wife fuck another man before, yet seeing her wiggling and thrusting under Barney, and knowing that she was getting supreme ecstasy from Barney’s cock stimulated Chet, too.
“Nice, Barney, nice,” Marva moaned. “Don’t come too quick… yeah, like that, keep fucking. I’m getting close, honey; make me come… please, make me come.”
Barney tried to hold himself off, but her cunt was too snug, too hot. “Aw, Marva, I can’t stop it… I’m coming,” he gasped.
“Go fast, lover, faster! I… I’m almost there… don’t stop, not yet.” Marva was lurching against him, lifting up, ramming herself hard on his cock. “Yeah, yeah… I’m coming, coming with you. Oh, Barney so good, feels so fucking good!”
Barney felt his hot sperm squirting into Marva Putnam’s belly. It felt good to come inside her, not caring if he knocked her up. He gave a final lunge and went limp, his cock drained dry inside her hot pussy. With a gasp, he rolled off, pulling his cock free. He glanced up at the couple on the couch.
Leslie had her legs locked over Chet’s back humping furiously. She gasped and moaned, then locked her lips to Chet’s. She gave a little scream, bucking under him, shaking from head to toe. Chet stiffened and jerked rapidly into her.
Barney lay on the floor completely bewildered. He knew that Chet was coming inside his wife’s beautiful belly, filling her with his seman, pumping his scalding stuff into her, foaming high inside her cunt. He knew she was enjoying it, too, enjoying it immensely and that hurt. He wanted to leap up and pull them apart, but his body wouldn’t respond. He lay weakly and watched while Leslie got her rocks off with another man. She was coming hard, too, holding Chet tightly while she enjoyed his squirting prick.
They were finally still and he heard her say, “Aw, fuck, Chet, that was wonderful… I came so hard, so fucking hard. I didn’t want it to ever stop. Don’t pull out, just leave it in for a while.”
“I need another drink,” Barney said. “I can still think.”
“I’ll get you one,” Marva said, and got to her feet.
Marva went to the punch bowl, filled Barney’s glass to the brim. She was a little disgusted with good old Barney Thorn, the he-man, the big jock. He was a big jock, all right. He enjoyed kicking or throwing a ball more than fucking, and it bugged him when his wife fucked another man, bugged the shit out of him. She took a long drink from Barney’s glass and refilled it.
Barney was still lying on his back staring at the ceiling, trying to focus on something, anything. He had just witnessed his own wife let another man fuck her, and she had enjoyed it and made it big. Why did she have to come? He could understand letting Chet have her; he guessed it was expected, after all, he had fucked Marva, but why did she have to come? He felt terribly drunk and kind of sick.
Marva kneeled beside him and lifted his head. She put the glass to his lips. “Drink up, big jock, I know just how you feel. I felt the same way the first time I saw Chet screw another chick.” She hadn’t felt the same way, she had enjoyed watching Chet fuck another broad, but she figured it would make Barney feel better. “It’s not so bad, you fucked me and I enjoyed it. Come on finish the drink.” She held it up until it was empty. She let his head back down and came forward and kissed him, on the lips, on the cheek, on the ear. “I’m gonna do something for you, Barney,” she whispered, “I’m gonna go down on you. I’m gonna suck your cock and make you come again, and I’m gonna suck all that nasty stuff out and swallow it.”
Marva kissed along his chin, down his throat, over his chest, stopping to suck each nipple until it was hard, then she slid her wet lips down his belly.
Barney felt her hot breath at the base of his prick, but wasn’t sure it was in her mouth until he started to swell. Her mouth was wet with spit and hot, very hot. His cock grew hard and long quickly. He had never been sucked before and her lips brought a sensation that was both new and startling to him. He was on the verge of passing out, but the terrific thrill surging in his cock kept him from going over the edge; he wanted to come first, come and spill his stuff into this gorgeous woman’s eager mouth. His hands went down to hold her head tightly between his legs; he began to thrust into her sucking lips.
Leslie sat on the couch watching, her eyes wide with excitement. She could see Barney was enjoying it; she wondered if Marva felt anything. She was sure she would.
Chet grinned. His cock was still limp, but he knew it would grow again with Leslie’s mouth around it.
Barney writhed on the floor. Marva had only his head in her mouth now and was sucking hard, her fist gripping his shaft tightly and pulling slowly up and down its length. As he got closer, she gripped it tighter, until she had it squeezed completely shut. He wanted to come, but she held it off, sucking harder and harder. He thought his guts were going to come out the end of his cock it hurt so good. A spasm shot through his belly and his ass came up off the floor. Marva slid her hand under him, found his ass hole, and pushed her finger in at the same moment she released her grip on his prick. His come shot out in a thick wad, covering her tongue. She sucked another jet out and swallowed. She had two fingers in her cunt, masturbating herself with long strokes, her thumb pressed hard against her clit. She continued to suck at Barney’s drained cock while she jacked off, and still had it in her mouth all soft and shriveled when she came. She gave a little jerk each time her fingers drew a spasm of joy from her pussy and finally rolled onto her back, her hand still busy. She masturbated for a long time, bringing herself off over and over.
Barney lay on his back breathing hard, his cock drained of all life and his conscience drowned in booze. He was out cold.
“God, he’s out like a light,” Leslie said, “and when old Barney goes, he’s gone for the night. How the hell will I get him home?”
Chet got to his feet and pulled on his pants. “I’ll lug him over for you,” he said, then looked at Marva spread-eagled on the floor. “You okay, sweets?”
“I’m fine, never been better. You go ahead. I’ve had it for tonight.” She raised her knees and let them fall apart, Barney’s milky come leaking slowly from her open pussy.
Leslie watched with surprise when Chet lifted her husky husband from the floor and slung him over his back. Barney’s pants were still bunched at his knees and his bare ass mooned at the room. “It’s pretty cold out, his ass will get cold.” she giggled.
“That’s his ass’s problem,” Chet said. “Come on, let’s get him in bed.”
She followed Chet across the two yards, into her house, and up the long flight of stairs. Chet was gasping for breath when he finally let Barney drop heavily onto his bed.
“Jesus, he’s a heavy bastard,” Chet said.
“I tried to warn you,” Leslie answered. “Wait while I get his clothes off and get him tucked in.”
“You ought to let the drunken bastard sleep in his clothes.”
“I couldn’t do that,” Leslie said.
She pulled his shoes and socks off and then his pants. When she had him naked, Chet lifted him up while she turned back the covers. After he was under the covers, she came eagerly into Chet’s arms.
“It was a wonderful evening,” she said, after a long kiss.
“It’s not over yet.”
“No?”
“No. Did you watch what Marva did to your husband?”
“Yes, I watched.”
“Now it’s your turn.”
“I’ve never… never sucked a cock before,” she said.
“There’s always a first time. And now’s the time.”
Chet unzipped his pants and took out his cock.
“I don’t know if I can,” she said, “besides you’re not hard.”
“That’s the idea, baby… get me hard.” Chet sat on the bed beside the sleeping Barney. “Come on. Leslie, suck it for me.”
Leslie hesitated, knowing she wanted to. “I’ll try,” she said, and kneeled between his legs. She held it in her fingers for a moment, watched it swell slightly, leaned forward and after another hesitation, kissed it on the end. It made her tingle and she kissed it again, this time taking the tip and nipping it with her lips. His cock stiffened and pulsed up to meet her lips.
“It’s so big I’ll surely choke,” she whispered, then quickly took the whole head in her mouth.
She sucked ardently, letting her salvia flow freely. He had a strong taste and she wasn’t sure if it was a prick taste or a cunny taste, never having tasted either before. Probably cunty, she thought, cunty from her cunt. It thrilled her to have this cock in her mouth; it was a lewd act. Her body seemed covered with prickly heat and her pussy tingled with desire. She took more of his prick in her mouth.
“If you never went down on a guy before, honey, you’re a born cocksucker,” Chet said, holding the back of her head. “Shit, that feels good, baby. Keep sucking, make me come.”
A shiver raced up her spine at the thought of him coming in her mouth. She wondered if she would gag, throw up, maybe. Chet was fucking her mouth now, holding her head steady with his hands, and he was calling her dirty names, accusing her of being far more experienced than she professed. She wondered if her snockered husband could hear, was sure he couldn’t, yet almost hoped he could. His cock was very hard now, and she knew he was getting close. She pulled back, freeing herself from his hands and cock, and not because she didn’t want his cum in her mouth; she did, but because she didn’t want it to and so quickly. His cock swinging wetly in her face, she jumped to her feet.
“I want you to fuck me again, Chet,” she cried loudly, and pulled her blouse open. It fell to the floor and was quickly followed by her brassiere. She stood with her tits bare – they were high and pointed and perfect, the nipples a dark reddish-brown and remarkably distended.
“God, what a set of tits,” Chet gasped, “and look at your nipples.”
Leslie looked down at herself and took the hard little knobs between her fingertips and thumbs and pulled. “Yes,” she said, “they always stick out like that when I’m hot.” She paused, rolling her nipples until they ached. “I’m hot, Chet, I want to be fucked.”
She let her hands slide down her hips, pushing her skirt with them, until it fell at her ankles and she stood naked.
“Now take off your clothes, Chet,” she said.
He quickly shed his clothing, and both naked, they climbed onto the bed beside Barney. Leslie spread out on her back, her legs wide apart, her cunt open and ready, her arms outstretched to him. He settled onto her body and she quickly found his prick and pushed it into her hole. She gasped when he slowly pushed in, her pussy opening up to take him in.
“God, that feels good, so good. Fuck me, Chet, fuck me long and hard.”
She brought her knees up high, eager to have him all the way, and when he drove into her, she let her long legs slip lightly over his back. She started grunting, lifting her ass to meet him each time he thrust in. The sensation grew richer, stronger with each stroke until she felt her orgasm start. It was a hard, exciting climax, her nerves leaping with excitement. It totally consumed her, racing up her spine and down her legs to her toes. It was the hardest come she had ever experienced. When it started to subside, she let her legs fall free and arched herself to take and hold all of him deep in her saddle.
“Don’t stop, honey, keep fucking,” she gasped, her voice weak. “I came, came so hard, but I can make it again if you can last a while. I can feel it in there, feel it all, and it feels so good. Don’t stop, not ever!”
Chet kept pumping, not fast, but easy, with long in and out strokes. He usually lasted a lot longer the second time around, but knew it wouldn’t be tonight, not the way her cunt sucked at his prick when he drew out and then opened with a wet, slick sound when he pushed back in. She was one hot fuck, far better than he had hoped. Extremely beautiful women were so often lousy fucks, so damn sure they were doing you a favor. Not Leslie, though, she was digging it to the hilt, giving every bit as much as she was getting, maybe more.
“Aw, shit, baby, I can’t hold out very long,” he cried.
“It’s okay… honey, I’m close, too. Keep going, faster… uh, that’s good, yeah, yeah, I can make it, let’s come together, darling. I wanta come just when you start spurting inside me. Faster, honey, faster, I… I’m almost there… aw, shit, babeeeeee!”
Chet felt her legs over his back again and knew it was time. His balls went tight and that exquisite feeling surged up the length of his prick, pushing a thick, white wad of goo ahead. His gut lurched when the stuff spit out into her waiting pussy and he thrust hard, eager to fill her with his sperm.
“Awwwwwww, fuck!” Leslie shouted, twisting and turning under him. It was a slower orgasm than the first, deeper and more satisfying. She lifted her ass from the bed and hung in the air while he humped his stuff into her.
He finally went heavy on top of her, his weight pushing her back onto the bed. He lay like this, panting for air, while his prick slowly drained the last thin, watery strains of his manhood into her belly.
“Goddamn, that was good,” Chet gasped.
Leslie didn’t answer. She lay still moving her pelvis in a slow circular motion, drawing the wonderful sensation to the extreme limits. She felt dazed, almost faint, the throbbing thrill of coming still within the very marrow of her bones. It seemed to go on and on, the more she slithered under him, the more drugging the dying spasms became.
With her orgasm fading, her body numb with pleasure, she wished he was in her mouth, the milky stuff draining slowly down her gullet. She wondered what it would have tasted like if she had sucked him all the way, and knew that she would have to find out, knew that she would have liked it. She knew, too, that now she would need a lot of sex to be satisfied, a lot more than she had been getting.
“I almost came that time,” he wheezed, gasping for air, laughing at his joke.
“I think I did,” she said, her legs still over his back, holding his wilting prick in. “You’d better do it again to make sure.”
“Aw, fuck… I wish I could,” he said, his lungs burning with laughter. “You’ve fucked me out, lady, all the way out.”
She finally let him slip free and bathed in her languor.
Chet let his feet drop off the bed to the floor. “I think I’ll go home. It’s late and I have to get up in the morning,” he said.
Leslie lay on the bed and watched him dress. Afterwards can be almost as good as during, she thought, as a warm, soft glow closed in on her. She felt so serene, so calm, so satisfied, so completely wonderful.
“Light me a cigarette before you go, and do come again sometime,” she said.
“I’ll come again with you, anytime you want.” he said, grinning.
“I’ll take you up on that… soon.”
After he left, she lay on her back and smoked the cigarette. She was surprised at how good she felt about the whole thing. Barney knew that Chet had fucked her, at least the first time, and would have qualms in the morning, forgetting his own part in the swap. She was sure of one thing, though, she was going to need more sex than good old Barney could give her.
Barney moaned softly and rolled onto his back. She saw his soft prick and reached out and took it in her hand. It was soft and pulpy; she had never held it when it was like that before. Fascinated, she started to slowly stroke it, wondering if she could get it hard with him out cold. It stirred in her hand and she wondered if she could make him come.
She masturbated him until he was almost all the way up, and then on impulse, shifted around on the bed and took his cock in her mouth. She sucked wetly at the knob, then slid down, taking his shaft inside, struggling to repress gagging. She was sure she could taste Marva’s pussy on the thing and reveled in the perversity. When she was sure she had him cleaned all the way down, she backed off until she held only the fat knob. He was completely hard now, though still out cold, and lifting up to meet her sucking lips. She started stroking the shaft while she sucked, intent now on making him come. She decided she liked cock sucking, liked the taste, liked the act. It wouldn’t make her come, but it certainly made her pussy flutter with excitement.
Barney was moaning now, lifting and twisting with his hips. She felt his cock stiffen even more and then actually felt the hot stuff come up through his shaft. Her heart was pounding when the thick goo spilled into her mouth. He stomach tumbled once at the thought, and then accepted the first wad of jizz as she swallowed. She kept pumping and sucking and swallowing until there was nothing left.
Leslie let his cock, going soft again, fall from her mouth and righted herself in the bed. Turning off the light, she decided that it was only right that she should taste her husband’s seed first. She dozed off wondering what another man’s stuff would taste like. Surely it would be different, Barney’s was tasteless and flat.