As he continued to hammer into her, Roger felt her cunt walls secrete their warm gushes of wet sticky fluid around his plundering cock, inundating his shaft and his balls. She was cumming like he was sure she did with Marc Cord this afternoon! With renewed urgency, he thrust faster, deeper, with all the strength he possessed. He felt her jerk, lurch, spasm wildly, the mouth of her cunt sucking at him feverishly, her breath spewing against his face in short, ragged gasps. And then he sensed his own hot, churning sperm race the length of his prick in incredible ecstasy, causing his body to tremble with palsied motion as his juices spurted from the opening in his cock far, deep, far, deep into her violently quivering recesses… it was a never-ending flow which caused her to moan in spasmodic, indecipherable cries of delight as her belly quaked with the unleashed pool of delectation he had emptied into her…
A long time later, an eternity later, the torrent ended and her own body relaxed. She let her legs fall limp around Roger as he collapsed forward on her, and her heart roared and pounded like the mighty crash of surf in her chest. Dear God, she had never known anything that good existed on the face of this earth! And she had thought she had been sexually awakened with Marc Cord! But that had only been the beginning, only the first unbinding of her physically chained body, for now, with the man she loved, with her husband Roger, she had experienced rapture beyond all mortal expectancy. Never, never, never had she ever in her wildest dreams thought sex would be this good, this wonderful!
After a while, Roger lifted his head and gazed into Diane's eyes. His own eyes were moist, and filled with satiation, with exhaustion, with… yes, with love. "Diane," he began, swallowing, "Oh God, darling, that was… that was beyond belief!"
She kissed him gently, nibbling at his lower lip. "Was it better than with… with Cindy Cord?" she inquired softly.
"God, yes! Oh Jesus Christ, you don't even have to ask!"
She kissed him again. "You were better than Marc Cord, darling," she said. "Much, much better."
"Do you mean that?"
"Oh yes, I mean it." She moved her hand down along the sweat-slick surface of his buttocks to dip between them and gently rub the soft, resilient skin of his deflated balls.
"Diane… I love you, I really love you!" Roger blurted. "I'm sorry for… for what happened last night, and for what happened with Cindy…"
"Shhhh," she told him. "Don't be sorry, Roger. Don't be. I'm glad it all happened. Up until just now, I… hated myself, but not now, not now. I'm glad I let Marc Cord fuck me and plant his seed deep inside me!"
"Y-you are?"
"Yes, dear," Diane said. "Don't you see? Somehow, letting a strange man touch me, use my body, shoot in me, awakened all the desires which I had unwittingly kept repressed so long inside me."
"Something I couldn't do," Roger said, with a trace of bitterness. "Something your own husband couldn't accomplish in two years of marriage and love-making."
"No, no, darling, that isn't it at all," Diane said. "It didn't have anything to do with you. What it was was me. I'd lived with my puritanical moral upbringing so long that I just couldn't change when I married, when it became all right for me to experience sexual desires. I still couldn't bring myself to let go. It took an affair, a morally forbidden affair, a lewd fucking with a man I hardly knew to open up this whole new wonderful world for me."
Roger considered her words for a moment, and then he kissed the soft, smooth column of her throat tenderly. "Then… I'm glad we went over to the Cords today, Diane. I'm glad because the only thing that's kept our marriage from being perfect was your… your…"
"Frigidity?" Diane whispered. "You can say it now, Roger, because that's just what it was. I understand that… and I'm ashamed of it, of the torment I must have put you through these past two years, all the while blaming you because I thought you were too demanding."
They lay in silence for a long while, with Roger's now limp prick draining lovingly into Diane's satiated, warmly moist cunt. He made no move to rise from her body, and she made no move to push him off; they were together, for the first time, together. Finally, Roger said, "Diane?"
"Yes, darling?"
"About what Marc and Cindy said today? About… well, hell, about wife swapping. What do you think about it?"
"I don't know, darling. This one time, today, was good because of what it did for me, for us. But anything more than that…" She let her voice trail off as she thought about it.
"I was just wondering," Roger said, "if maybe our whole perspective wouldn't benefit by… by taking them up on their offer. I mean, if just one afternoon of swapping has given us the loving we just had, is it possible that continued swapping will make it even better for you and me in the future, even wilder than what we just had?"
"I… I'm not sure," Diane replied. "You might be right. I know I'm… well, I'm still attracted to Marc Cord and I… I guess I wouldn't mind him fucking me again." She felt little salacious thrills spin along the flesh of her inner thighs at the thought of Cord's huge, rock-hard cock. "I couldn't possibly feel the same about him as I feel about you, of course, darling. But still…" Again, she let her voice trail off.
"Yes," Roger said, "I know what you mean. After the fuck we just had together, there's no other woman who could satisfy me any better. But I'm damned if I wouldn't like to get into Cindy Cord's pants again."
Diane kissed his eyes, his mouth. "Do you… think we ought to take them up on their offer?" she asked softly. "About seeing them again tomorrow night, I mean?"
Roger pondered it. "Suppose we think about it," he said. "There'll be time enough to decide tomorrow."
"All right." Diane moved her hips seductively on the bed, her fingernails tracing little prickles of delight along his buttocks. In response, she felt his cock begin to stir from its flaccid rest in the warm, moist, fleshy walls of her cunt. "You're getting another hard-on, darling," she teased.
"Well, so I am."
"Shall we?"
He let his tongue flick along her lips and then burrow inside her mouth. He retracted it just enough to say, "Goddamned right we shall!"
In the office the next morning, Roger couldn't seem to concentrate. His mind kept reverting back to the events of last night, to the three glorious hours of love making he and Diane had had before finally falling asleep entwined in each other's arms.
Jesus, he thought as he sat at his desk, the columns of figures in the open ledger before him blurring together, who would have thought last week, even yesterday morning, that my prudish little wife would turn into one of the wildest fucks ever imaginable? She damned near tore me apart last night. I'd never say so to his face, but I guess I've got Cord to thank for finally snapping the ties that bound her sexually. From here on in, things are going to be just great, what I've always dreamed of…
He tried to read the figures before him again, and then threw his pencil down in futility. It was no use; he couldn't get with it today. He leaned back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling for a moment. Suddenly and unaccountably, he found himself thinking about Cindy Cord.
She was one hell of a fuck in her own right, that's for sure, he thought. I wouldn't mind putting it to her again, even if Diane has finally emancipated herself. Hell, I've sort of discovered my own virility, too. No more quiet, staid, ultra-conservative Roger Slater; now it's Roger Slater, the swinger, Roger Slater, the cocksman. Yeah, what was it Cord said to me that night in the Pig and Whistle? "Play the modern role," that was it. Well, that's just exactly what I'm going to do from now on. I'm going to play the modern role, all right.
The telephone rang.
Roger picked up the receiver, said hello. And as if sensing the thoughts he was thinking, Cindy Cord's husky voice breathed into his ear, "Hello, lover. How's my handsome lover man this morning?"
He blinked. "Cindy?" He started to ask her why she had called him, but the tone of her voice made that plain. And he was Roger Slater, the swinger, now wasn't he? He said, "I was just thinking about you."
She laughed musically. "Were you? Well, that's nice to hear. And what were you thinking about me?"
"That you're a damned desirable woman."
"Oh? It seems your attitude has changed since you left yesterday, Roger honey."
"I've done a lot of thinking, all right."
"I'm glad to hear that." Cindy paused, and then purred, "Will you and Diane be coming over tonight? The invitation is still open."
"I'm still considering it."
"You do want to fuck me again, don't you Roger?" she teased candidly. "You do want to put that lovely big cock of yours into my hot, juicy cunt, don't you?"
Roger felt fire beginning to leap in his loins. Jesus, she was a wanton little bitch! "I wouldn't mind it," he managed to say coolly.
Cindy laughed again. "I'll suck you off again," she said. "Until you cum this time, Roger. Until you squirt gallons and gallons of your hot, sticky sperm into my mouth. Would you like that, Roger?"
"Christ!" he said, feeling some of the suaveness slip away from him. His cock was rigid in his pants now; her words were like a caressing hand on his vitals.
"You will be over tonight, won't you Roger?"
"Yes! I'll be over tonight. I'll be over, and I'll fuck your cunt and I'll fuck your mouth and maybe I'll even fuck your asshole."
"Ooooooohhhhh!" she giggled. "I can hardly wait!"
After they had hung up, Roger sat there staring at the phone, feeling the aching pangs of desire surging through his erect penis. She could hardly wait? Holy Christ, if he didn't cum in his pants before he ever got there, he would be damned lucky!
Diane was vacuuming the living room when the phone rang that morning. She pushed her blonde hair out of her eyes, switched off the vacuum cleaner, and went into the kitchen to answer it.
Marc Cord's voice said smoothly, "Good morning, Diane."
She felt a small tingle race through her. "Why… hello, Marc. This is a surprise. You're the last person I would have expected to call."
"Oh? And why is that?"
"Didn't you see Roger this morning?"
"Why, yes I did," Cord answered. "We had a nice little chat, as a matter of fact. He's no longer… shall we say, uptight about yesterday."
"I know," Diane said. She moistened her lips. "But if you saw Roger, then you know he's not here. Why did you call, Marc?"
"To talk to you, of course."
"Why would you want to talk to me?"
"To find out if you two will be coming over tonight."
"Didn't you ask Roger?"
"When I saw him, he said he was still thinking about it," Cord told her. "I was wondering what you thought."
Diane felt very wicked, teasing. Last night had been so wonderful, so beyond all her previous conceptions of physical fulfillment. She was a new woman now, there was simply no denying that fact, and her freshly-discovered sexual freedom gave her a certain sense of power, of lustiness. Yes, she was a new woman, a happy one for the first time in her married life, and she was really going to enjoy herself.
She said, "I don't know about tonight, Marc. If we do come over, what will happen?"
"What do you want to happen, Diane?"
"Why, nothing especially."
"Are you sure?"
"I don't know what you mean, Marc," she said, knowing full well what he meant. She could feel her vagina begin to secrete droplets of fluid down between her legs as lewd thoughts traveled through her brain. In her mind's eye she saw Cord's huge prick again, saw it up close as she had seen Roger's last night, with its unseeing eye staring at her, drooling…
Cord's breathing came a little faster over the wire. "Diane," he whispered, "Diane, I'd like to… to fuck you again. Like I did yesterday."
She was silent for a long, dramatic moment. And then she said softly, "Would you, Marc?"
"Yes, damn it!"
"Well, I'll have to think about it," she breathed.
"Diane…"
"Good-bye, Marc," she said, and hung up.
She stood there with her eyes closed, the juices of her desire soaking the thin, filmy material of her panties. God, talking to Marc had made her hot! She wanted him again, all right, and unless she was very much mistaken Roger wanted Cindy again, too. She knew what her husband would say when he came home from work and they discussed the Cords again; he would want to go back over to Peacock Gap tonight as much as she did.
Diane's cunt ached with a throbbing intensity now, as she once more thought about Marc Cord's fleshy pile-driving rod and muscled, bronzed body. She let her hands stray down the sides of her body, all the way to her thighs, and then pushed up the short hem of her housedress. She held it bunched at her waist with one hand, while the other moved with tantalizing slowness to explore the wet, sticky surface of her silk-encased vagina. She allowed one finger to slide inside the elastic leg band of her panties to touch the wet, palpitating folds of her petal-like cunt lips and then to slip inside the soft, warm slit with maddening slowness. Paroxysms of utter joy flooded her body as she stood there, manipulating her pussy and thinking about Marc Cord.
Damn, she could scarcely wait until tonight!