"That's absolutely perfect!" Lydia squealed as Betsy and Marylou told her the scheme that had been cooked up. "George will be absolutely beside himself! Oh, I can hardly wait!"
"Just come over at about eight and we'll take care of everything," Betsy giggled. "We're going to have a great evening!"
"I can hardly wait to see George's face when we do it," Marylou added. "I'll bet we blow George's little ole mind!"
"It's a cinch he'll never try anything behind my back again," Lydia retorted, a huge smile breaking out on her face. "You mean Henry really thought up the whale thing?"
"You bet!" Marylou replied proudly. "Henry's turned out to be quite a swinger!"
"Don't be late," Betsy cautioned. "We'll all be waiting for you to arrive."
At precisely eight o'clock Betsy's front doorbell rang. Marylou and Henry stifled their amusement as Sam went to answer the door.
"Now remember," Betsy cautioned them, "just let Sam do all the talking."
Lydia and George entered the room. Lydia immediately went to the couch to enter into a conversation with Marylou and Henry, while George talked with Sam.
"How about a drink, George?" Sam asked courteously.
"Sure!" George replied, smiling. He had no idea that he was being set up for a totally unusual experience by his wife and his neighbors.
A half-hour later George was a bit blurry-eyed. He hadn't realized that Sam was mixing his drinks double strong. He blinked rapidly, trying to keep the room in focus, but be couldn't seem to do it. Sam had done his work well as bartender.
"Well, let's play a game," Sam said cheerfully. "I've got a new game I learned the other day at work. Who wants to be it?"
"Let George be it!" Lydia offered, right on cue. "George is really good at games, aren't you, honey?"
George shook his head, trying to clear it. "Well," he answered slowly, "I guess so…" He blinked his eyes rapidly. "Sure! I'll be it! What do I have to do?"
"Just let me put this blindfold on you, George," Sam answered. "Then see if you can guess what's going on. It's a sort of guessing game. We're going to try to stump you. You have to guess what we're doing without actually seeing us or touching anything. Do you think that'd be too hard for you?"
"Hell, no!" George replied. He knew that he was good at games. No one could put anything over on him! He wasn't born yesterday!
"Better fix his hands so he doesn't try to touch anything!" Betsy suggested, trying not to giggle.
"Good idea," Sam answered. "Here, George. Slip your hands into these handcuffs."
George laughed. "Go ahead and make it as hard as you can," he taunted. "I'm really good at games. I bet I can win, no matter what!"
Lydia quickly cuffed George's legs to the rungs of the chair while Sam took care of his hands. "Now see if you can guess what we're doing!" Lydia shouted gleefully, beginning to throw off all her clothes.
George listened carefully. All he heard were the rustling of clothes and the unzipping of zippers. His face took on a puzzled expression.
"Just listen a while longer, George," Sam instructed. "We haven't really started yet!"
Henry reached for Lydia and sucked one large, rosy-tipped tit into his mouth with a slurping noise. Lydia moaned in pleasure.
"Ooooh, Henry!" she gasped, aware of her husband's presence not more than two feet from where she was standing, locked in Henry's embrace. "OOooh!" Lydia moaned again, louder this time. Both she and Henry turned to watch George.
George had a very puzzled expression on his face. He couldn't really tell what was going on. That was Lydia's voice, he was sure. But what was she doing? He could hear slurping noises.
Henry laughed softly and bent Lydia's body back towards the soft rug. Lydia giggled. Henry whispered something in her ear and she giggled even louder. Then she spread her pretty long legs wide and winked at Henry. Henry dove forward, burying his face in Lydia's pretty pink pussy. He slurped and licked in a frenzy. He knew that George could hear him licking and sucking and he wondered what could be going through George's mind!
Lydia giggled and moaned. "Oh, Henry!" she squealed, throwing her legs up higher in the air and folding them around Henry's eager body. "Do you think George can guess what we're doing?"
"Oh, I think so," Henry replied. "All he has to do is to think of how Marylou sounded the other afternoon and he should have a pretty good hint!"
Sam couldn't stand it any more. He laughed loudly. "Is that pretty good, Henry?" he asked, casting a quick glance at George, who was squirming uncomfortably in the chair.
"Yeah," he replied. "Tastes as sweet and good as Marylou!"
"Hush, honey!" Marylou chided playfully. "You don't have to say that. Besides, I don't believe it! Let me have a little lick to see for myself!"
She dropped to the floor and pushed Henry's head out of the way, replacing it with her own. Her little pink tongue shot out and dove for Lydia's throbbing pink clitty.
"Oooooh, God! That feels good!" Lydia squealed, pushing Marylou's head down into her steaming gash. "Oooooh! Marylou! You do it just right! Mmmmmm! I love it!"
"Get this damn stuff off me!" George bellowed. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" He struggled ineffectually against the bonds that held him.
Sam walked over behind George and untied the blindfold. "Here, George," he said calmly, "you might as well watch. That's more than Henry got to do when you fucked Marylou!"
George blinked as Sam whisked the blindfold from his eyes. "Jesus Christ!" he hollered as he saw Marylou and Henry ravishing his wife's body on the floor.
He sputtered and gasped in shock. Lydia seemed to be enjoying it!
"Lydia!" he hollered loudly. "What the Hell are you doing?"
"Just having a little fun, dear," Lydia replied, twisting and moaning under Marylou's probing tongue and Henry's grasping hands. "Just doing what you were doing the other day! You get to watch me, this time! And you're going to see plenty."
George gasped and turned a bright red color. He knew what Lydia was talking about and he didn't like it one bit! His whole little affair had backfired and there wasn't one damn thing he could do about it. He was held securely by the cuffs around his arms and legs. All he could do was watch helplessly while his wife writhed and moaned on the floor.
"Oh, my God!" George cried. "Lydia! stop it!"
Lydia laughed mercilessly. "All right," she said, pushing Marylou and Henry away from her lush charms. "Now it's time for another lesson. Good old George hasn't been too nice lately about satisfying my hot, hungry pussy. I'm going to show him just how I feel when he gets me all excited and then doesn't let me come! You all can watch George sweat for a while!"
Lydia got to her feet and walked over to George. She smiled at him sweetly.
"Now we'll see how you like it, dear!" she said, laughing bitterly. She pulled down the zipper on his pants and pulled out his hard cock. "See how nice and hard George's cock is?" she said, holding it in her hand. "But George doesn't really know how it should be used to satisfy my hungry pussy. He doesn't really care if I come or not. Now you'll see how he likes a taste of his own medicine!"
Lydia swooped down and buried George's swelling cock in her hot mouth. She licked and sucked in a mad frenzy.
"Come on and play with his balls, Betsy," Lydia invited. "The rest of you tell me if he looks like he's ready to shoot his load!"
Betsy grabbed George's swelling balls and began to tickle them seductively. Then she rubbed and kneaded the large nut-sac until poor George's face turned an even brighter red. Lydia continued to work her hungry mouth and lips on George's stiff cock.
"Feel good, George?" Lydia teased, running her tongue lightly up George's throbbing shaft. "Feel really good?"
George groaned in agony. He could feel the hot cum boiling up in his balls. Betsy's titties were rubbing against his legs as she stroked and rubbed his balls and Lydia's mouth was sucking and nipping at his hard, aching cock.
"Oooooh!" he groaned, almost at the bursting point. He tried to keep quiet. He knew that Lydia would stop the moment she thought he was ready to come!
"Oh-oh!" Sam called out. "He looks pretty close to blasting!"
Lydia pulled her mouth away from George's cock abruptly. Betsy immediately stopped playing with his balls. George let out a bellow of pure frustration. He had been so close!
Lydia laughed at the expression of frustration on George's face. "What's the matter, baby?" she taunted him. "Almost get there?"
"Poor George!" Marylou exclaimed in a teasing voice. "Want me to play with his cute, little ole asshole, Lydia?"
"Sure!" Lydia replied, making room for Marylou. "Just reach up and tickle it a little. George loves to have his asshole reamed, don't you, George?"
George groaned. He knew there was no use in pleading. Lydia would do whatever she wanted to, no matter how he begged. Then he gasped as he felt Marylou's small finger tracing the ring of his puckered little bung. Marylou wet her lips and smiled up at George.
"Bet you're really going to like this, George," she teased, slipping the very tip of her finger into his tight asshole at the very instant Lydia devoured his cock with her mouth again.
"Oh, God!" George screamed, scarcely able to stand the delightful sensations coursing through his body. "Oh, please, Lydia! Let me come! Please! I'll do anything, Lydia! Just let me come! Pleeeeeease!"
Lydia stopped for an instant. "Anything?" she asked. "Anything, George?"
"Yes!" George replied. "Anything! Absolutely anything you want, Lydia!"
"Well…" Lydia seemed to debate for an instant. "I might let you come if you promise to let me fuck Sam and Henry anytime I want! How about it, George? Will you let me do that?"
"Oh… yes! Yes, Lydia! I'll let you fuck with Sam and Henry whenever you want if you'll only let me come. I promise! Please, Lydia!"
Lydia stood up. She smiled at Sam and Henry. "You heard him," she remarked in a pleased voice. "He promised!"
"You bet he did," Sam agreed.
"I heard him!" Henry added.
"We all heard him!" Marylou squealed. "Betsy and I will testify to that, won't we, Betsy?"
"Oh, yes!" Betsy exclaimed. "We all heard that promise. George said that you could fuck Sam and Henry anytime you wanted. And I don't suppose you'd have any objections to Lydia playing around with Marylou and me either, would you, George?"
"Oh, no!" George groaned. "Lydia can play around with you girls, too! Just let me come! Please! I'll die if I don't come!"
"All right, girls," Lydia commanded, grinning widely. "Let's give him a good one!"
She sucked George's throbbing cock back into her hot, slick throat, feeling him shudder against her. She had won!
Betsy and Marylou followed her lead, driving poor George out of his mind with lust. George's whole body trembled like a leaf in the wind. He had never been so desperate or so horny! He looked down at the three beautiful women, treating his body to such delightful thrills, and he shuddered and shook with passion.
"Oooooh!" he moaned. "Ooooh, God! It's so good! I'll do anything, Lydia! It's so good!"
Lydia looked up at George and smiled. "It's going to be even better now," she commented softly. "Now we have four new friends to play with. You're going to love swinging, George!"
The she swallowed his cock eagerly, feeling his hot cum shoot down her throat in joyful bursts. She winked at Betsy and Marylou, knowing that everything was just perfect!
Get ready, George! she thought silently. Get ready for the time of your life! You're going to find out what swinging is all about and I'm going to be the one to teach you!
Then she smiled happily as she swallowed George's hot cum. Their sex life was going to be a lot more enjoyable now. Good, free-thinking, sexy neighbors sure made the difference!