The evening breeze was cool and crisp, blowing through the car's open window to refresh Diane. She sat close to Roger, looking lovingly at him, and he smiled warmly back at her. She turned to peer into the night's darkness ahead, taking a hand to brush the silken strands of her blonde hair from her eyes. She felt nervous, but yet tantalizingly exited, for tonight was an important one to her. Yes, and to Roger as well.
Last night, with Marc and then her husband later, had been the beginning, the turning point in her otherwise fruitless existence. At last she felt the emergence of the real woman who had been so long buried beneath the layers of false modesty and Victorian prudery. She was no longer her mother's daughter – she was full, rich, red-blooded, alive.
But tonight was still another major step for her, and as Roger neared the Peacock Gap house of Marc and Cindy Cord, she realized that by accepting the dinner invitation, she was going to lose the last vestiges of her inhibitions and become devoured in the enveloping warmth of lust for the sake of lust alone. Tonight she was going to actively, openly participate in group sex; there was no denying it. She was going to exchange mates, to be yet another convert to the cult of wife-swapping. Wife-swapping: a horrid, indecent, disgusting word which brought lip curls of contempt from the lips of decent people. Wife-swapping. She mouthed the word, letting it roll around on her tongue like a bittersweet candy. It was exciting, and brought a delicious tingle to Diane as she mulled over what this evening was to bring. Yes, yes, tonight would bring Marc Cord and his overwhelming, lovely cock and his masterful ways of love-making. Yes, she wanted Marc, she wanted to be swapped for him, she wanted him to fuck her… lubricating fluids began to seep from her soft, warm vagina and she pressed her legs together, not wanting to make her excitement obvious to Roger.
"Diane," Roger suddenly said, "Diane… I love you."
She turned away from the window and stared at her husband. "I know you do, darling," she replied softly, "And I love you, too."
"I-I want you to know that before… well, before we get involved tonight." He seemed to swallow a lump in his throat. "I don't want you to misunderstand if… if… well, you know."
Diane smiled understandingly. "I know," she said. "And you won't make me have a double standard, I know that, too."
Roger was silent for a long moment. Then he nodded. "If that's how it's got to be for you to become a woman, to respond sexually to me, then so be it." He smiled at her and winked. "After last night I can say that my wife possesses more hidden talent in bed than any other woman I've ever known."
"Or will know?" Diane, suddenly flooded with desire and affection, nestled her hand on his inner thigh.
"Or… will know."
Diane began to stroke his thigh in light, caressing motions. A moan of pleasure escaped from deep within Roger's chest and he stared down at her polished fingernails and the path they traced on his trousers. Diane edged farther along his inner thigh, and he spread his legs slightly to allow her access to his crotch. She smiled, a sudden rush of prurient sensation rippling through her.
"Oh God, baby, you drive me wild!" Roger groaned, involuntarily jerking forward so that she touched the already rigid outline of his penis. "Oh, Jesus, I wish you'd always been like this."
"Don't worry, darling. From now on I will be." Diane stroked his swelling cock through the pants, feeling the long, turgid shank expand and press against the binding cloth. She rubbed harder, as though she were trying to polish it, and Roger panted excitedly. "I'm going to crash the car, for Christ's sake, if you don't stop!"
"You want me to stop?"
"No, no, don't stop!"
Diane fumbled with his zipper and slowly lowered it, then reached in and tugged the band of his shorts, insinuating her fingers inside. His flesh was hot, his pubic hair like coarse sandpaper, his rod eagerly awaiting the touch of her fingertips. It jumped convulsively when she scratched the bulbous head with one long nail. Diane almost couldn't believe such a wanton action… it was so unlike her previous self. To be feeling Roger's cock in a car! Why… last week, she hated the very sight of it in the bedroom, much besides reveling at its touch.
"You'd better zip me up, Diane," Roger advised, "We're almost at the Cords'."
But she played with him teasingly until they were on the macadam driveway, and she laughed as he made a bumbling attempt to zip himself closed before opening the car door.
Marc and Cindy were waiting at the open front door. There were the usual greetings, but as the door closed Marc suddenly took hold of Diane and pressed her close to him. In full view of his wife and her husband, he kissed Diane passionately, the way a lover kisses his mistress. There was no question in anybody's mind after that what the evening's entertainment would consist of – if indeed there had been any to begin with.
The dinner, served after two rounds of drinks, was delectable. Cindy was a marvelous cook, and had worked hard to be the gracious hostess, serving hors d'oeuvres, with the drinks, and then shrimp cocktails, Caesar salad, and the main course of rock Cornish game hen, roasted plain in the fashionable way, wild rice, brussels sprouts and cauliflower rosettes.
The dessert of cheese and fruit was served buffet style in the living room. Marc excused himself only to return a few moments later with four glasses of a chilled magnum of Mumm's champagne.
"What's that for?" Diane asked.
"A celebration," Cord said jovially, unwrapping the foil crown and pressing the cork with his thumb. "A celebration of your husband's promotion to General Office Manager of my section of Waller, Waller, Crist, and Maxwell – as of Monday."
"Oh, that's wonderful!" Diane squealed – just as the cork popped and shot across the room.
"How come?" Roger asked, grinning boyishly. "I thought…"
"I talked to some people and we decided you should be trained before Drake retires. So, as of Monday, you'll be with me. Like it?"
"Of course!" Roger accepted the offered crystal glass of champagne and drank. Cindy sidled up to him and kissed him lightly on his cheek, saying, "Wonderful, Roger. I'm thrilled for you."
Diane turned to Cord, the bubbly effervescence of the champagne giving her the fortification to block her natural modesty.
"You like champagne?" he asked.
"I… like the feeling it gives." She smiled at Cord, marveling at her ease, catching the appreciative look he gave the full length of her body. She could feel the throb of desire in her loins as he mentally undressed her, and she had to admit she was actually looking forward to making love with him again. She was willing and anxious, and the champagne flowed coolly down her heated throat. Cord quickly poured her another glass, sensing her rising passion as the time drew nearer.
"You were wonderful yesterday," Marc whispered in her ear, nuzzling gently her hair and lobe. "I'm more than happy you decided to return tonight for… Round Two."
"So am I," Diane responded. "I guess I was… pretty shy. It was my first time."
"I know." Marc smiled and took the glass from her hand and set it on the table. Then, his arms pulled her to him and his lips came moistly down on hers, his tongue darting wetly into her mouth. She sucked on it gently, allowing her body to melt against his, and she trembled from the excitement of this man's kiss. All hints of her slight previous nervousness disappeared, and she pressed her lips tighter to his mouth, feeling the hardening of his great cock where he rubbed into the softness of her stomach. He was getting an erection, and she felt her own muscles constrict and her breasts begin tingling.
They pulled apart slightly, catching their breaths, and she looked across to the brocade couch which faced away from them. Roger was embracing Cindy there, and the woman was wrapping her arms tightly around him, urging him on with tiny feminine mewls of delight. Cord saw Diane looking at the other couple and said, "They seem to have things under control."
"Mmmm," Diane, sighed, returning to his embrace, "And so do we."
"Christ, I want to fuck you!" Cord whispered, suddenly, fervently. "And I want to do it here, right now!"
Diane remembered the lewd, obscene spectacle of the two of them on the tweed couch yesterday, and hoped she would lose herself in the same wild, frenzied passion as she had then. The thought of being loved by Marc there, in the living room, in full view of her own husband excited her perversely, hotly.
"I'm ready!" she urged. "Oh, Marc… yes… fuck me!"
The word strangely accentuated the situation, and it was a feeling she welcomed wantonly. She reached down and boldly stroked his enlarged, steel cock through his trousers, feeling more wicked than she ever had felt before in her life. The tingling in her breasts spread to her groin and enveloped her thighs.
"Strip!" Cord commanded, unable to wait any longer. "Get naked!" Diane took one last look at her husband, who was now out of sight on the couch cushions, the back of the brocade furnishing a screen to the actions of love-making she knew was happening there. Then she reached behind her and slid the zipper of her green dress down from neck to her buttocks. She lifted her arms and the dress dropped to the floor, puddling around her feet. She stepped out of it, just as Marc unhooked her brassiere; the bra dropped to the dress, and the cool evening air made the red teats of her breasts harden like concrete chips.
Cord reached for her, the touch of his hands on her naked shoulders causing her to jump involuntarily. The realization that she stood near nude while her husband was busy nearby with another woman fanned the lust which was burning in her thighs, and the thought that she would soon be writhing on the floor with a strange man she hardly knew pumping between her open legs added to the forbidden thrill.
She stripped her panties down over the satiny fullness of her thighs and buttocks and added them to the puddle of dress and brassiere. Cord lowered his head to her breast, suckling the tiny, throbbing nipple deep into his mouth. Diane moaned and swayed, almost falling.
"No… no, not yet, Marc!" she panted. "I… have my stockings and heels on."
"Leave them on. I want you like that."
She slipped to the floor, using the clothing there as she had been forced to use the torn dress on the kitchen floor with Roger as a towel against the surface. The rug was thick, though, a deep-pile buff-colored shag, and was almost as soft and comfortable as a bed. She stretched out luxuriously, widening her legs to show Marc the full, enticing view of her warm, moist cunt. She was alive! She rubbed her hands along her sides and dipped a finger provocatively into the pink-tinged valley of her vagina, spreading the moistened, pulsating lips of the channel in preview of the impending lust-fulfilling fuck he knew he was going to give her.
"Hurry, hurry!" she moaned loudly then. "I want you!" She made no attempt to keep her voice down, wanting Roger and Cindy to hear her… to hear the two of them as they fucked there on the floor. She waited as Cord shed his clothes like a demon possessed and then lowered his nakedness down to her.
"Oh God, Diane, I want to fuck you! I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk!" he hissed between clenched teeth.
She moaned with the thrill of Marc's touch, the sensations of desire boiling through her pussy like molten lava. Her whole cunt was ready to erupt like Vesuvius! "Oh fuck me, fuck me, Marc!" she cried out, "I need you, I need you!" She knew her husband had heard her that time, and she didn't care, didn't care about anything.
Cord's moist lips started a nibbling motion along her shoulder and neck, sending quivers of goosepimples racing over her body. She writhed uncontrollably beneath his lips and dropped her hand back to his now unclothed cock, grasping the erect member brutally in her hands. She heard him groan as she slid the foreskin back over its engorged head, and rolled the loose flesh around its base. He dipped back to her breasts, his mouth playing wildly with her nipples and aureoles, his tongue trailing wetly through the rich valley of flesh between the throbbing tits as he alternated his attention between them.
Then he went lower, moving his body around so that she could still manipulate his penis, but so that he was able to bathe her belly and inner thighs with his enriching tongue. He ground the tip into her navel, bringing soft moans of pleasure from Diane's lust-contorted lips and gasps of maddening sensations from her throat. He licked still lower, and Diane felt her groin flower to the pattern of indecent nippings, and then she stretched her legs upwards and back against her breasts as he hunched over her naked cunt and spread the dew-moistened lips with his fingers. His tongue circled around her inner thighs and buttocks and then plunged hotly into the pink, wet flesh of her pussy.
"Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh!" she groaned gutturally. "That's what I like! Yes, yes, yesssssss, don't stop! Don't stop!"
She chanted the words blindly, her breasts mashed against her upthrust legs. She put her hands to her smooth, slick cheeks and spread her cunt open further to his oral ministrations, and he in turn pulled the exposed crevice closer to his groveling mouth. His tongue flickered against the diamond bud of her enraged clitoris, causing it to quiver with expectancy. Then he stabbed snake-like against the gushing walls of her sensitive, throbbing pussy.
Diane raised herself up on her elbows and watched down between her breasts in complete captivation as Marc nestled his mouth into the hollow of her open cunt. She shuddered from his soft lickings on her tender skin and in her wet creases, and felt his hot puffs of breath. She pumped in the rhythm of copulation as his magic tongue kissed her from the bottom to the top of her vaginal damp slit. She rolled her head back, slowly tossing it from side to side as the delicious contact continued. Cord was gasping as Diane ministered to his massive cock, and he in turn jerked his thighs as though he was fucking her stroking hand. But not once did he alter or break the lashing contact of his eager mouth, tongue and lips. Even his nose was immersed in her steaming slit, the nostrils flaring excitedly at the odor of pussy and flowing juices.
He dipped to kiss the wrinkled ring of her anus, and Diane was fairly shrieking with delight at the forbidden act. He thrust the hard tip of his tongue into her asshole, feeling its rubbery opening give and stretch before his invading tongue. Then he moved one of his hands from her firm ass cheeks, poising it before the quivering hole, and his mouth returned to her clitoris; as it did, he pressed his middle finger into her rectal passage, sinking it to the first knuckle brutally.
"Aggggghhhhh! It hurts!" Diane cried out, delirious with masochistic pain-joy at the ravagement. "It hurts so much!"
He wriggled his finger, extending it to the second knuckle.
"Ohhhh! Ohhh! I can't stand it!" she screamed. "It's too much! Too much!"
Cord did not remove his invading digit. He continued to move it around as he thrust his tongue deep inside her vagina until her voice died in a strangled mixture of sob and sigh and then broke again in a high-pitched wail as her passion overflowed her loins. She twisted in his double grip, writhing in sweet agony. Marc's lips and finger caused a crackling thunder of sweeping emotions to surge through her body. She gasped and groaned, a burning wildness taking hold of her as she lay impaled upon tongue and finger. She rotated her buttocks abandonedly, the ecstasy probing through her loins and swirling through her naked flesh. God, oh Jesus! There was nothing else in the world except the enervating convulsions of her naked cunt!
Cord thrust his tongue deeper, working faster and faster as he heard her approach her climax. He plunged every inch of his huge tongue into her willing cunt, tasting its slightly acid secretions, licking the swollen cunt lips, kissing the trembling inner thighs. She was a hot little bitch, he thought, and he had waited for his chance and found it well worthwhile. He flicked his tongue and worked his finger faster and deeper into her ever-expanding holes, and her body shuddered beneath him, her thighs opening and closing spasmodically.
"Dear God…!" Diane convulsed, her head flailing wildly as she tensed her back in an arch. Her neck muscles stood out like tendons, and her face screwed into a contorted mask as a low, animalistic growl began to build within her. She was almost there… almost on the brink…
"Oh God, I can't take it… That's enough! Oh stop, oh stop… Please… Ohhhhhhhhh I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming… AAAAAAGGGGGGggggggghhhhhhshhhh!"
Diane spasmed and climaxed her heart slamming against her ribs, her mind awash with the flaming pleasure of her orgasm. Her insides felt as though they were afire, and her release circled through her in increasing spirals. Her fluids gushed down along Marc's mouth and chin, puddled wetly around his finger still sunk in her anus, dripped to the clothing below. Finally, she collapsed on the rug, dropping her legs as though they were lead weights. She lay uselessly immobile, the world having almost ended for her in a cataclysmic ecstasy.
Cord cradled his face in the warm softness of her pussy. He panted his exhaustion along with her heaving breath, and then removed his finger and crawled over to find her lips with his. She could feel the stickiness of her fluids on his cheeks, and then he smiled and said softly, "Rest, Mrs. Slater. Then do it to me. Then suck my cock like I just sucked your cunt."
She nodded her head gently in agreement and dove her tongue deep into his mouth in silent appreciation for the indescribable journey he had taken her on.
Roger had let Cindy lower him to the couch, squirming her hot body beneath him provocatively. He had wanted to go to another room so he could see her nakedness in private, but she had not waited, and uncaring that her husband or his wife were on the other side of the couch, she had wantonly stripped her panty-hose from beneath her short dress, and then unbuckled Roger's trousers hurriedly. His head whirled from the champagne and from the heady aroma of her musk. Damn, but she was hot! he thought. Hot and ready!
She took his hand and guided it to the softness of her vagina, rubbing his palm into the crinkly pubic hair. The pungent aroma of her pussy was so strong that it wafted like thick perfume in Roger's nostrils. It has jasmine, sweet jasmine.
"Finger me!" she groaned, wrapping her hands in the wiry hair around his cock, tantalizing the blood-hardened member with stroking nearness. It leapt to meet her invading fingers, but as it touched them, they pulled away teasingly.
Roger obeyed her command, his fingers probing the gentle entrance of her cunt and hardening her little clitoris, making it stand up from where it snuggled on the folds of her labia. It gave him a vast sense of power to see how she wriggled and squirmed under his ministrations, and he pressed harder, pulling the ragged slit of her vagina open wide and rubbing up and down her moist crotch abandonedly.
Cindy began to stroke his burgeoning penis more erotically, and finally Roger could stand it no longer. His cock throbbed like some thundering stallion, and he grabbed her legs and drew himself on top of her, his rigid, palpitating member brushing against her pubic hair and slithering along her soaked cunt slit.
"Oh yes, now I want you… now, now!" she gasped, splaying her legs as far apart as she could get them. She dropped one leg to the floor and arched the other over the rim of the couch. Roger looked down between their bodies, staring with hungry mouth wide at the upturned magnificence of her open pink furrow. She lurched upward in a spasmodic urge to hurry his cock into her. She groped between her legs, finding the jerky blunt head of his prick so that she could place the fleshy hugeness of his hardened cock into the full length of her open, quivering hold. Her tightly closed hands caressed it tenderly, reverently, and she steered it up to the cave of her vagina, never letting it lose touch with her boiling flesh. Already it was convulsing and the viscid milk oozed from its lust-filled opening. She held it in place, and then with her other hand pushed against Roger's buttocks. His mighty weapon thrust itself deep within her, quelling only a portion of the gnawing heat which was consuming her insatiable slit.
He began to pump, his long, grinding strokes bringing noises from Cindy like those of a mewling kitten searching for milk. Then, dimly, he heard another sound, gasps as though a woman were in intense pain. He was half-tempted to raise his head and see what it was, but the force of Cindy's animalistic mating was too great; he sank to her, drubbing her thighs with his powerful batterings.
"OOOOOooooohhhhhh!" he heard in a husky woman's gurgle. "That's what I like! Yes, yes, yessssss…!"
Roger froze involuntarily as he recognized his wife's voice. He couldn't comprehend it for a long moment, until he was shocked back into reality by Cindy's pleading demand: "Keep fucking, Roger, Goddamn it, keep fucking!"
There were other, softer murmurs and then: "AGGGGGHHHH! It hurts!"
Diane was really getting it! He was wildly excited by the though of his wife's lust, and by Cindy's mad undulations. He felt his cock throbbing and aching in Cindy's sopping wet vagina, and his testicles felt swollen and angry with his rapidly building cum.
He heard his young wife's voice gasp, "Oh God, I can't take it!" and then the spiraling shriek of her inner soul as she reached her climax. Then there was silence, save for the rustling of clothes and the panting of commingled breaths.
Cindy heaved against him, making Roger lose interest in his wife's actions again. He bent to the task of fucking Cindy, slamming his mammoth penis to the hilt, hitting her cervix with increasing pressure, his cock ripping away at her enclosing grasp with overwhelming desire.
Then suddenly there was a groan from Cord's lips as though he had been stabbed, and a voice cut through the air like a knife. "Ooohh, Diane! Your mouth is like butter!"
The meaning of those words was all too clear. Roger gyrated in Cindy's cunt, his eyes clenched shut in a futile attempt to blot out the horrible picture of his wife's sweet lips slipping over Marc's obscene, glistening penis. The ultimate torture of fucking a woman while your own is sucking another man overwhelmed him. His mind drew a thousand pictures, and unheeding the panting demands of Cindy, he withdrew his cock and raised himself up and peeked over the edge of the couch.
"Don't leave me, Roger!" squealed Cindy, clutching at him. "For God's sake, don't leave me!" She tried to pry his fingers from the couch, but to no avail. Roger's eyes were fastened almost mesmerically on the lewd scene before him.
The sight of Cord's hard shaft completely absorbed between his wife's ovalled lips increased his sexual appetite a hundredfold. Diane was massaging the soft resilient skin of Marc's testicles and she swallowed continually, her throat muscles milking his prick. Her tongue laved the underside of his prick while its tip taunted the base and a portion of his sperm-bloated balls. The look on Cord's face told Roger he was experiencing the ultimate of pleasurable fermenations.
Diane hummed and purred hungrily, Marc's heavy and throbbing penis vibrating and reaching from her throat. She waggled her hips provocatively, totally absorbed in her wanton task.
"Suck harder!" he heard Cord groan through passion-clenched teeth. Diane tightened her lips and bobbed yet faster, the cock buried deep in her mouth.
"That's what you want, is it?" Cindy whispered next to him. "You want to watch? Well, Goddamn it, then let's watch!"
Cindy suddenly jerked upwards, pushing Roger away. He staggered to his feet, unsure of what she was doing, and she took him by his still erect penis, hands clasping the turgid rod like a walking stick, and led him around the couch. She guided him to a spot beside his wife, and then pulled him to the rug. His eyes rested on the lewd, obscene performance in front of him. God, she's hot! he thought, and his aching penis throbbed in anticipatory lust of resuming his fucking of Cindy. The abysmal, lascivious thought of fucking in front of Diane while another man pumped her convulted mouth with his huge sperm bloated cock overcame him, and he slipped his hands around Cindy's waiting buttocks and lowered her to his waiting prick. She impaled herself with a mighty groan, committing sexual hara-kiri with utter abandonment. He gasped as Cindy, riding his gigantic, throbbing cock, reached behind her and gently enfolded his testicles with her fingers, and then leaned forward, making his prick scrape her inner cunt walls. She moved up and down, her soft pubic hair parting and then folding inwards as she slid down his lubricated pole. Her pussy clasped him like a well-fitting glove. He let his hips move off the rug, and with a groan which started in his belly, he rammed forward, burrowing his cock deeper still into Cindy's clasping pussy, flooding into the kneeling woman like a great tide that tore and burst everything in its path.
Roger still gazed upon his wife as he shattered Cindy's stretched and open cunt. He groaned with the doubled ecstasy of fucking and seeing Diane trapped between Cord's legs. The man thrust his cock mercilessly into her mouth, forcing her sucking, fish-like lips apart with each upward jerk until almost all his rigid flesh was swallowed by her working concave-convex cheeks. Her long, disheveled blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders to pool on his belly, and her firm, white breasts danced and shook below her heaving chest as though they had a life of their own.
Unconsciously he began to imitate his wife's rhythm as the tempo increased, and his cock throbbed inside Cord's wife's burning pussy, her soft moistness unbearable. Wilder and wilder the two couples became, their beat regulated by the rhythm of Diane's swirling tongue around Cord's near exploding cock.
And then… a deep, half-human cry erupted from Cord and he locked his hands around the back of Diane's bobbing head, driving his cock so deep into her throat that Roger could no longer see any of it protrude from his wife's wet and glistening lips. Her wild sucking changed to great desperate, gulping swallows as Cord spewed huge quantities of hot, white semen into her mouth. Some dribbled from her tightly clasping lips in spite of her efforts to consume it all, running in rivulets down her chin and neck. She swallowed and reswallowed, hollowing and then bloating her engorged cheeks. Christ, Roger thought, that man must have a hollow leg full of cum!
At the same time he could feel a gush of warmth around his own cock as Cindy groaned out her release. Her juices began to flow out from around his deeply imbedded cock and down into the softness of his testicles. He clenched his eyes shut and felt his balls erupt wildly. It was as if hot lightening started to ride up his scrotum and leap down his shaft, and his sperm shot like water from a faucet up into Cindy's palpitating belly. He thrust upwards as far as he was able, spewing out his load, grinding his pelvis against her pussy without mercy.
Diane whimpered, her own orgasm having been released with the saltine taste of Cord's cum. She moved her head, Marc's deflated cock slipping wetly from her mouth, and Roger could see the thin sticky cords of his hot sperm still connecting her face to the warm throbbing head even though they were now inches apart. Her breathing was heavy and she groaned and then she collapsed sideways, her body a limp doll, held in place only by the inner thighs of Cord's still raised legs.
Roger strained and emptied the last of his cum deep into Cindy and then released his hands from her. She slithered forward and lay across his chest, her legs still bent at his hips. He turned his head and smiled at his wife, smiled at her lovingly, completely at ease with the satiation of mutual orgasm. She returned his smile, thin trails of sperm still visible around her ruby lips.
Later the four of them performed other wild and abandoned acts, with Cord directing them like a Hollywood film maker. The evening faded into a mass of tangled legs, breasts, cocks, and cunts. When Roger and Diane finally bid their farewell early the next morning, they both realized they had passed the point of no return. They had been initiated and accepted. They were full-fledged members of the cult now, for better or for worse…