The Swap Club
Rollie Lawson
The Swap Club
Chapter 1 - A Surprising Invitation
“Another drink, Jimmy?”
“Yeah, okay, Jer’,” I said. I walked with Jerry over to the bar, where he refilled my glass. We took our glasses out to his back deck and settled down to watch the sun set.
Debby and I had gotten to Jerry and Carol’s a few minutes late, but not too bad. I had completely forgotten the invitation and worked late that day. I was surprised to find Debby talking to Jenny, the teenager from across the street, in our front yard when I got home.
Debby turned to me, and asked, “Did you forget we’re having dinner tonight with Jerry and Carol?”
My mouth dropped open, and then I quickly shut it. “Oh shit!” I threw my briefcase back in the car and trotted inside. “I’ll be right down.”
Debby laughed and led Jenny inside, as I heard Brian say “Mommy, Daddy said a bad word!”.
“We’ll just have to spank him,” she told our eight-year-old.
Brian took off after me up the stairs, yelling how he was going to spank me. I grabbed him up and returned him to his mother, who deposited him, in turn, with Jenny. Jenny was obviously going to be the babysitter. After a quick shower, I changed into some khakis and a pullover. Debby was ready to go, in slacks and a blouse.
At the front door, Debby kissed the boys good-bye and we left. Looking at my watch, I told her we had time to walk. The weather was perfect, and we walked the two blocks holding hands. When we got to the front door, I rang the bell several times to no response, but then we heard a yell and walked to the side fence.
“Come on around, Jerry’s going to barbecue!” called out Carol from the deck.
Debby and I entered the back yard and climbed the stairs to the deck. Jerry came out the patio door with a plate of steaks, which he set on the picnic table. He and I shook hands, as Carol and Debby hugged.
Jerry and I have known each other for more than ten years, going back to when we roomed in college. He was best man at Debby’s and my wedding, and I was an usher at his and Carol’s. When she first met Carol, Debby couldn’t figure out what she saw in him. “They’re so different! I mean, it’s like Mutt and Jeff!”
I suppose she was right. I mean, Jerry is five-two, if he’s stretching, has lost most of his hair, and only a religiously kept schedule of poorly played racquetball keeps his weight in check. An accountant. They have no kids. Carol is five-ten in her stocking feet, dark haired, dark eyed, a drop-dead knockout. She used to be a model. I saw some of her work in a lingerie catalogue. Long legs, huge tits. In heels, she towered over him. At his bachelor party, somebody gave him a scuba snorkel for when they danced. God knows she could smother him with those tits.
Actually, I had seen more of those tits than Jerry knew. Once, a few years ago, Debby and I had been over for dinner, and the main bathroom was being rebuilt. If you wanted to piss, you used the bath in the master bedroom. And I needed to piss.
Along several walls of the bedroom were photographs of Carol from her modeling days. All were exquisite blowups of several of her more risqué shots - teddies, gowns, garter sets, and the like. After finishing my business, I had stood there and looked them over. And I noticed an open photo album on a nightstand. Sneaking over, feeling guilty, I looked at the Polaroids inside. Obviously done by Jerry himself, these pictures showed Carol, still in lingerie, but considerably more exposed. Her gorgeous tits pointed at the lens, and in several shots her pussy was exposed. It was shaved smooth, and had a large dildo inserted.
The sight got me worked up, and I really gave Debby a good fucking that night. Later that summer, we took the kids to Disney World, and rented a video camera. When we came home, before I returned the camera, I rigged a tripod up and we made a dirty movie. It was pretty standard, I suppose, and of course, no changing angles. I was a handyman working on an electrical outlet. Debby wore nothing but a very sheer blouse, a tiny wrap skirt, long stockings, and high heels. While I was turned away from her, working at the baseboard, she unbuttoned her blouse and lifted her skirt and played with herself. As I finished, she tugged her skirt down and put her tits back in her blouse and left it unbuttoned. Then I asked if anything else needed fixing. She responded by removing my toolbelt and unzipping me. You get the idea. I worked on her. She still gets turned on when we watch it occasionally.
I laughed and said, “Well, it’s one of two things. Either it’s because he’s a genuinely nice guy or it’s because he’s hung like a horse.”
Debby stared. “No. You don’t mean...Jerry!”
“Honey, I roomed with the guy three years. Secretariat should be so lucky.”
Debby and Carol got to be really close. Later, she told Debby she quit modeling because it was a “...rat-race meat market...”. God knows Jerry was about as far from that as the moon.
The steaks and veggies were great. Carol tapped Debby, and the two cleared the table and headed for the kitchen for cleaning and girl talk. Jerry refreshed his and my glass, and we lazed back on the lawn furniture. After a moment, he turned towards me.
“Jimmy, one of the reasons we asked you and Debby over tonight was to make an invitation to join a small club Carol and I are part of.”
“One of the reasons?”
“Hey, having dinner with friends is another reason. Anyway, as I was saying, the club members thought that maybe you and Debby might want to join, so they asked me and Carol to talk to you two.”
“Should we go get Carol and Debby?” I looked around; the women were still inside out of sight. “What club?”
“Carol’s talking to Debby about it inside,” said Jerry opaquely. “The club really doesn’t have a name, Jimmy.” He continued, “Just hold your questions for a moment, Jim. It’s a small group, made up of people here in the development. You and Debby meet all the qualifications, you’re both young, healthy, attractive, and in a stable relationship...”
“So, how’d you qualify?” I asked. What the fuck was he talking about? What the hell kind of club was this?
Jerry made a face at me and continued. “Carol and I assured the group that you and Debby were quite discrete. Discretion is an important aspect to membership in the club.”
Discrete? “What is this club, Jerry? The Weathermen? The Nazis?”
“Of course, not. It’s a, er, social club. We get together roughly once a month for a small meeting. There’s normally twelve members, six couples, but recently a couple moved away. So now there’s an opening.”
“Okay, so why the secrecy?”
“You have to promise you won’t divulge anything about the group to anybody. Or else I stop now, and we talk about the weather.”
“Yeah, okay. Sure. Cross my heart and hope to die. Now what gives?”
“Well, it’s a swing club.”
“Huh?” If I had heard Jerry correctly, I was going into major shock. But I couldn’t have heard him correctly.
“A swing club. You know, a little swap party, that sort of thing. You know what I’m talking about.”
“Yeah, I do.” A crash from the kitchen indicated that Carol had also gotten to the heart of the matter. But no screams of indignation followed, no bellows of “We’re leaving!”. Maybe Debby could take this kind of news better than me. “Jerry, I think you would have surprised me less if you were a Nazi.”
“It’s surprisingly common, Jimmy.”
“Not to me it isn’t. And besides, you’re my best friend! How the hell do you keep something like that to yourself. I had no idea. All this time you’ve been leading a secret life!”
“Oh, bullshit. We’re the same people you’ve known for years. It’s just that every few weeks we do something a little out of the ordinary. I mean, we go to a cocktail party. This one just gets a little more personal.”
“I guess!” I was quiet for several moments. At the first mention of the club, I had drained my drink. Now I held the glass out for more. “So, who’s in this club”
“Can’t tell you until you join.”
“How’s it work?”
“Well, every four weeks we meet at somebody’s house for a cocktail party. It rotates month to month. That person provides booze and chips and dip. And like I say, it just gets a little more personal.”
“Why us?”
“Why not? I told you the selection criteria. You two are young, healthy, good looking, stable, discrete - you fit! We talked it over at the last get together.”
“Wow.” Who among my friends in this neighborhood were in this group? Obviously, Jerry and Carol weren’t the only ones in the group we knew. Or would know if we joined. Joined? What, did they sit around naked passing a ballot box and black balls like a demented frat house?
“I don’t know Jerry. I mean, I never thought...I’d have to talk to Debby...swapping? I just don’t know.”
Debby came out of the kitchen with Carol about ten minutes later. She had a strange look on her face, and we excused ourselves and went home.
Chapter 2 - The After-Party
We walked back home kind of quietly, Debby holding my hand. The two blocks took only minutes. It was only half past nine when we turned up the walk, but Jenny had already put the kids to bed. Debby fished out some cash for Jenny, and I watched from the porch as the girl went across the street to her own house.
Pretty little thing. I often saw her walking around the neighborhood. Slim, with long legs. A bit skinny, but nice, pert young breasts. She mostly wore cutoff shorts and tight, white t-shirts. I’d seen her a few Friday nights heading out on dates, usually in the same sort of outfits, but without the bra she wore during the day. Nice nipples. I could just see her in the back of some old Chevy, t-shirt up over her tits, shorts around her ankles. She’d be moaning and urging on some pimply-faced teenager, his pants around his ankles. They’d be thrashing around, sweaty, complaining about the cramped back seat, cumming, and then doing it again anyway.
I shook the thought from my head. Inhaling deeply, I went inside. Debby was already upstairs. I could hear her in the shower. I started to undress.
The shower went off and I could hear Debby drying herself. I was pulling my pants off when she came out of the bathroom. She was naked, her body glistening from the remaining moisture. She was still drying her hair as she walked to her closet. She pulled out a long, shapeless flannel nightgown and began to pull it over her head.
Damn, but she still looked as good as the day we met. Average height, five-five. Great ass and legs. Narrow waist, almost wasp-waisted, even after two kids. No stretch marks. I guess that baby oil I rubbed on her belly really did work. Certainly, it had made her horny enough.
She turned towards me as she lowered the nightgown past her hips. Her pussy hair was trimmed short and neat. Her large, full breasts showed briefly as she began to button the front. They sagged a little, but thirty-eight Ds will do that. They swayed and bounced seductively as she continued buttoning.
She looked up when she realized I was staring. Then her gaze dropped, down to my groin. I looked down also, to see my erection pointed straight up and out. She smiled and said, “I don’t think he’s quite ready to sleep yet.” I smiled and twitched my cock at her.
Debby began unbuttoning the nightgown. Halfway through, she reached into my closet and threw me my silk bathrobe, and a pair of silk pajama bottoms. “Why don’t you go down and pour us a couple of brandies? I’ll be down in a few minutes.”
I was grinning as I slipped on the robe and went down the hallway. Liquor usually got Debby horny, brandy got her very horny. I went downstairs to the den and turned on a lamp in the corner. I popped a bulb out and angled the shade so the light wouldn’t be too bright. I opened my robe and pulled on the pajama bottoms, then tightened the robe again. I turned on the stereo, and put some light jazz on the CD, turned down low. Finally, I poured two snifters of brandy and sat down in my lounger.
Debby entered after about fifteen minutes. The wait was worth it. She had blow-dried her hair, and it hung in golden curls to her shoulders. She was wearing a sheer, almost transparent, black, ankle-length satin robe, open at the front, which wafted away from her, showing what she wore underneath. This consisted of a ‘Merry Widow’ corset, thin straps supporting underwired open cups, exposing very large, very erect, very protruding nipples. The corset was also in black, a sheer lace I could see her navel through. It came down partway on her hips, from which garter straps went down to very long, almost up to the crotch, black fishnet stockings. She wore no panties. She completed the effect with some very high, at least four-inch, heeled shoes that strapped around her ankles.
“Wow!”
Debby smiled subtly and walked over to the bar where I had left her snifter. She gazed at me over the glass, sipping slowly but fully. She had even been able to put on a touch of lipstick and eyeshadow, and I could detect her perfume from my seat. How she could do this in fifteen minutes, and other times complain an hour wasn’t enough to get ready for dinner was beyond me. Again, her eyes lowered to my crotch.
My erection was back in full force and had pushed its way out the front of the pajamas and the robe. I took another sip of my brandy, as she set her empty snifter down and walked over to me.
“That’s so big, it looks painful. Perhaps I can reduce the swelling,” she said. Then she knelt between my legs and put both hands and her head in my lap. She gently began to stroke the length of the shaft and began to lick the underside. I lay back to watch artistry in action, as waves of pleasure radiated the length of my cock. For several minutes, she continued to lick, first under the head, then the bottom and sides of the shaft, and then down to my aching balls. Then she would work her way back up to the head. Just when I thought it couldn’t get better, Debby raised up a bit, and then placed the head in her mouth. She lowered her head onto my throbbing dick, slowly engulfing the entire thing. As her hands softly stroked the shaft and fondled my nuts, she began slowly deep throating me. Her head rose and fell the length of my cock, as her tongue swirled on the undersides, and her cheeks puckered from the suction she was giving. With a quiet groan, I exploded down her throat. Debby never stopped sucking and pumping my shaft and balls for more.
When I was finally spent, Debby let my cock out from her lips, and looked up at me. Eyes shining, she reached over and took my forgotten brandy. She dribbled the cum into the glass and finished the liquor in a long seductive swallow, and then began massaging my cock with both hands. Almost immediately, it came back to life.
Standing, she straddled my legs and began to lower herself onto me. “Now, I want you to give me a long slow fuck,” she whispered hotly. I stopped her for a moment as I reclined the lounger, then I helped her up onto me. She straddled me in a kneeling position, fishnet-clad knees on either side of my hips. Sitting straight up, she impaled herself on me, as my hands guided her hips into position.
Gyrating her pussy slowly, she gave me an excellent show. She opened my robe and ran her long, painted nails through my chest hair, scratching at my nipples. She opened her robe more, allowing it to drop off her shoulders onto her arms. Our fingers alternated positions. One moment, she would be caressing and pinching her nipples and I would have my fingers rubbing her wet, extended clit. Then I would play with her tits, as she rubbed her clit and, when exposed, my cock. Her pelvis moved all around, sometimes back and forth, sometimes side to side, sometimes in a circular motion. She was flexing her knees, causing her to bounce on the engulfed erection, sometimes short and fast strokes, then following with long, slow strokes, so long my cockhead teased her lips. After a seeming eternity of bliss, her breathing became coarser and more ragged, and the pelvic movement subsided, as she began to concentrate on long, rapid penetrations. She began plunging up and down, whimpering and moaning, until my straining cock could stand no more, and I spewed upwards into her womb. She collapsed onto my heaving chest.
We lay that way for a few minutes, as my shrinking manhood slowly deflated and finally slipped out of her still twitching pussy. I could feel the cool night breeze on my cock, as our mixed juices ran down my cock onto my balls. Then Debby climbed out of the chair and went to the bar. She refilled our snifters, and drank heavily from mine, handing me hers. She shrugged her shoulders, and the robe slipped to the floor.
I stood and walked over to her. I left my robe in the chair, and my pajama bottoms slid down to my ankles at the bar. I kicked them off and stood there naked. Debby looked at my body, staring as my dick began a slow rise once more. “Fuck me again, Jimmy!” she implored. “Fuck me hard! In my ass, Jimmy! Please, Jimmy, fuck me hard in my ass!” She handed me a small tube of Astroglide from where she had dropped it on the bar.
I smiled down at her and bent down to her tits. I began licking and nibbling her nipples, first one then the other, as I placed one hand on her cunt and the other on her ass. I gripped her cheeks firmly, as my fingers rubbed and pinched her blood-filled clit. She shuddered and began to beg. “Oh, God! Please, Jimmy, fuck me in the ass! Now, Jimmy! I want it in my ass! Now, I want it now!” I continued the torment until her body shook with her orgasm. Fresh juices coated the hand at her crotch. Her pleadings continued, as she stood before me on now rubbery legs.
I turned her around and walked her to the Ottoman in front of the lounger. Debby eagerly dropped down before it and lay over it, kneeling and spreading her legs. She watched over her shoulder as I positioned myself between her widespread thighs. I teased her with my cock at her gaping cunt, and then plunged into her cunt.
“No, Jimmy, I want you in my ass!” she cried, and she placed both hands on her asscheeks and pulled them apart. But I was only toying with her, as I lubricated my cock in her sopping twat. On the outstroke, I pulled out and squirted some of the lube on her asshole and greased up my cock. Then, positioning my cockhead at the tiny opening, slowly poked my dick into her asshole. She cried out in pleasure as I stood still, allowing her sphincter to widen and accommodate me. Then I began a slow and steady movement inwards, bracing her hips with my hands. Her pelvis was grinding enough to stretch her asshole around me, and at the end of one smooth plunge I was in to the hilt. I could feel my balls slapping her thighs and pussy.
After another brief moment of quiet, I withdrew and began to fuck her with long, hard strokes. When I hit bottom, I would slam her crotch into the Ottoman. Debby reached down and put both hands on her pussy. Through the thin membranes, I could feel a finger reaching up into her cunt, and I knew the other would be working her clit vigorously. I reached around her and grabbed her big tits and began pulling and pinching her huge nipples. This fuck didn’t last as long as the first. Debby was very aroused and vocal, telling me how big it felt and how she was cumming repeatedly. Finally, I couldn’t stand the pleasure, and letting go her tits, I grabbed her hips and slammed in one last time. I exploded in her ass, my balls pumping. I thought she’d start spitting the jism out her mouth, I was cumming so hard. I collapsed on her back.
The music had been over for some time. I withdrew and we stood. Picking up our clothes, we finished our drinks, turned off the stereo and the lights, and walked to our bedroom.
Chapter 3 - A Saturday Discussion
A few days later it was Saturday, and I slept late. When I got out of the sack, I knew I was the last one up. I showered and shaved, dressed in some old slacks and a flannel shirt, and walked down to the kitchen.
Debby was doing breakfast dishes. “Morning, sleepyhead,” she said, then leaned over and kissed me. “Coffee?”
“Please.” I sat at the table. “Where’s the boys? And who are they terrorizing today?”
Debby laughed brightly. “Little Jimmy took Brian up to the playground. They’ll be back in a while.” She handed me a cup.
Debby looked good. She was wearing a simple dress, with buttons collar-to-waist, and low sandals. The dress was pleasingly tight and short. As she stood, facing away from me, I could see the outlines of her bra and panties, cutting into her soft flesh, under the light cotton. It was a fine view, and my crotch stirred.
“Have you thought about what Jerry and Carol said?” Debby asked.
I jerked out of a daydream involving Debby bent over the counter. “Yeah. I guess so. You?”
“Um, hmm. What’s your opinion?”
“I don’t know. What’s yours?”
“I asked you first,” she returned.
“Like I said, I don’t know. I suppose it’s kind of interesting, in a way. But I don’t want to even think about it if you don’t want to.”
“Don’t put it all on me.”
“No, really! If you didn’t want to, we don’t. Simple as that.”
“Would you want to otherwise?”
“Maybe. Does the thought of screwing Carol or somebody else make me hard? Sure. So what? If you don’t want to, I don’t want to. The thought of screwing you makes me hard, too.” I stood and leaned against the counter. “What about you? Do you want to fuck Jerry or anybody else?”
“Maybe. I suppose it’s a fantasy.”
I refilled my coffee cup. “Listen, if you want, we can go. If you feel uncomfortable, we make our excuses and bug out. Or not. When do we have to decide by?”
“I told Carol we’d let them know by next weekend. The party, or whatever, is the following Friday.”
The conversation hadn’t eased my erection. I looked down at Debby’s profile again and put down my cup. I pivoted and was pressed against her warm rump.
“Jimmy! What are you doing?”
I began to tug at the hem of her dress. “I think you know what I’m doing.”
“The boys will be back soon. Now stop it,” she was squirming against the counter, trying to pull the skirt down, as I was trying to pull it up. After more protests, she pushed me back and whirled to face me. “Now behave! The boys could walk in any minute now!”
I simply smiled and pushed her back against the counter, now facing me. I brought my hands up and began unbuttoning her dress at the neck.
“Jimmy! Stop it!” Debby laughed at me. She brought her hands up and tried to rebutton the dress. It was a fun race, but I was slowly winning. “Jimmy! We can’t! Not here! Not now!”
I laughed and grabbed her hand. Debby yelled some more as I dragged her out of the kitchen and up the stairs. I pulled her into the bedroom. She clung to the door briefly, locking it and slamming it shut. Then I pushed her onto the bed.
Laughing, she began to unbutton the buttons I had missed earlier. I unzipped my slacks and pushed them and my shorts down. Reaching down, I rudely pushed the dress above her hips. Grabbing her panties, I whisked them off her outstretched legs. I then pushed the legs wide apart and plunged in.
“Oh, God, Jimmy!” Debby’s legs wrapped around my back as her pelvis ground against me. I supported myself on my hands, and withdrew slightly, and Debby finished with the buttons. Her bra had a front clasp, and she popped that next. Her breasts were flushed, her nipples erect. I rammed back in.
I threw my weight on top of her and Debby responded in kind. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kept her legs wrapped around my waist as I bucked against her. She was as hot and horny as I was. Much too fast, we came together in a flood of heated juices.
“Mom! Jimmy called me a dweeb!”
“Did not! Mom, Brian’s lying again!”
We looked at each other and laughed. Pulling out, I stood, and Debby hurriedly buttoned up. Then Debby unlocked the door and dealt with the latest crisis. It was then I noticed Debby’s panties still on the floor where I had thrown them. She had been too hurried to put them back on. I smiled and picked them up. I used them to wipe the cum off my cock, before throwing them in the hamper.
***
Debby settled the boys down, then grabbed her car keys. She yelled she had to go to the store, and then took off. I played at Daddy the rest of the morning and the early afternoon. Around three, Debby returned, and I helped her unload bags from the car.
Surreptitiously, I looked at her legs and ass. No stockings, no panty lines. I wondered if she realized yet, she wasn’t wearing underwear. In the kitchen, I bumped against her while putting away groceries. My fingers couldn’t detect anything under the dress.
“That’s right, you bastard, no panties,” Debby hissed under her breath.
Smiling, I leaned against the counter, and whispered back, “When did you notice?”
“Lunch.” She continued to unpack groceries. “I’m sitting in McDonald’s and these two teenage boys are staring between my legs. Giggling and pointing. You bastard.” Now she smiled back.
“Didn’t your mother teach you to cross your legs?” I asked innocently.
“Bastard.”
We finished putting stuff in the pantry, and then Debby headed for the bedroom. Going for some panties, I thought. On tiptoes, I followed. I pushed the bedroom door open to find her pulling her bureau drawer open.
Seeing me, she smiled and called me a bastard again. I came in and locked the door behind us.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“I think you know,” I said. I took the panties out of her hands and stuffed them back in the drawer. Then I pushed the drawer shut and nestled up behind her.
“Not again, Jimmy! What about the boys?”
“Again. The boys are watching a video.” I reached down and pulled the hem of her skirt above her waist. Then I reached down and unzipped my pants again. My cock sprang out. Her bare ass cheeks were warm against my straining manhood. Holding her hips, I pushed her against the bureau, and entered her from behind.
“Oh, Jimmy!” she moaned. In the mirror before us, I watched her hands slide to her cunt. Her fingers began to massage her clit. She was standing on her toes, her back arched against my chest. She brought her head back against my shoulder. “Yes, Jimmy, yes!” she whispered.
Not stopping the slow thrusting, I reached my hands around and unbuttoned her dress again. The straining fabric popped open as I worked my way to her navel. Then I slowly drew them up along her belly, over the bulging brassiere, to the arms. Taking the fabric, I drew the dress down off her arms, so that it was now hanging from her waist. Debby was now thrusting back at me, watching in the mirror as I disrobed her.
“The bra, Jimmy, take off the bra.” Her voice was now hoarse, panting.
“I planned on it.” I slid my hands up her sleek flanks, back to the bra, now overflowing with excited tits. I unhooked the snap and drew it away from her arms. Her breasts sprang forth. Her nipples seemed huge in the reflection. My cock grew even harder, and I began thrusting fiercely.
“Oh, God, Jimmy!”
I pushed Debby harder against the bureau. She placed her hands on the top, supporting her weight. I grabbed her hips and held them up and thrust even more vigorously. In the mirror, I could see her tits bouncing and swaying, her teeth delicately biting her lower lip. She was moaning so quietly and so urgently. Her cunt felt so tight, so hot, so juicy. It was twitching around me, in spasms. I came, ramming it in one last time. Her back arched against my chest.
“Mom! Make Brian give back the TV control!”
I looked at her in the mirror and we both laughed. “Mommy will be down in a minute!” I called out. “She’s busy right now.” We laughed again, and I pulled my limp dick out of her drenched cunt.
Debby tugged her dress down again, then bent over to pick up her bra. Faster, I grabbed it and moved back.
“Jimmy?”
I took the bra and wiped my cock off on one of the cups. Then I moved back to her. Grabbing her dress, I pulled it above her cunt, and used the other cup to wipe off her wet pussy. I tossed the bra into the bathroom towards the hamper. “No underwear.”
“Jimmy!”
“No underwear.”
She looked at me for a moment, then slipped her arms into the dress sleeves. As I zipped, Debby smiled and whispered, “Bastard!”
I laughed and unlocked the door. Back to the kids.
***
Debby came back downstairs about thirty minutes later. She had changed her dress and had first taken a shower. She had a clean, soap scent about her, not the fresh-fucked scent she wore when I came downstairs. The new dress was like the first, but lighter, tighter, and shorter. She had changed shoes, too. Instead of the flat sandals she wore to the store, she had on a pair of high-heeled sandals. I rubbed her back when the boys couldn’t see.
“No bra or panties, bastard,” she whispered.
“I’ll tell my mother you said that,” I whispered back.
“And I’ll tell her what you did to make me say it.”
“She’ll call you a shameless hussy,” I replied.
“So? I am.”
Dinner passed, as did TV time. Debby teased me the rest of the night. She unbuttoned her dress down to the level of her tits, giving me a great look at her cleavage. Her nipples poked through the thin cotton. After dinner, in the family room, while the kids watched the tube, she placed her legs so that I could see straight up her dress. Her pussy was pink and moist through the trim blond curls.
Thank God, the boys were too young to know what was going on. Of course, I had noticed Little Jimmy starting to look through the Penney’s catalog at more than toys. Now he seemed to be noticing the bra and nightgown sections. The boys seemed to stay up forever, but they didn’t have school the next day.
Finally, the boys hustled off to bed around ten. Debby and I continued watching the TV, she in her armchair and me in mine, facing her. Every five or ten minutes I saw a hand steal up to her chest and pop another button. After half an hour, the dress was completely undone. Her belly button stared at me, and her nipples pointed up. Her skirt had ridden up her thighs, now spread wide. Debby began to slowly play with herself, teasing me along with her nipples and clit. I sipped a beer and idly watched.
When the news ended, Debby stood. “Coming to bed?” she asked. One eyebrow arched, and she did a bump-and-grind in my direction. I upended the beer bottle down my throat and followed her to our room.
Once in our room I rapidly stripped. Debby, almost naked to begin with, was faster. She sat on the bed facing me with her legs spread wide. I moved to join her on the bed.
“Not so fast, buster,” she said to me. “All day long I’ve been doing what you want. It’s your turn now.”
“Gladly.”
Pointing to the floor between her feet, she said, “Dinner time.”
I knelt between her legs and lowered my head to her crotch. A heavy, musky scent almost overpowered a light floral scent. Not only had she showered, but she had also douched. She pushed her ass to the edge of the bed, then put her hands behind my head. Pulling me into her cunt, she said, “Lick your plate clean.”
I eagerly complied. Her finger fucking had made her pussy hot and juicy. Burying my lips in hers, I tongued out her cunt as deep as I could go. After a few minutes of the delicious futility, I shifted north and, putting my lips around her bright red clit, started sucking. The effect was electrifying. Her thighs began quivering, and Debby began gasping out her joy. After a few minutes, she collapsed backwards onto the bed.
I rose and crawled onto the bed with her. Debby recovered rapidly and twisted around, head to toe. Straddling my face, she murmured, “Dessert,” and bent down to engulf my hard dick with her lips. Sliding my hands up her thighs, I spread her pussy lips and she settled her cunt over my mouth. Debby came in an endless orgasm, her juices flooding onto my face. But she never stopped licking and sucking my cock until the jism finally exploded into her mouth. At one point, she gagged slightly, and some of my cum dribbled out of her mouth. She licked and sucked it back off my dick.
We both sank into each other’s arms. I began to doze, when I felt her hands massaging my limp prick back to life. “Going for the hat trick?” she said. I simply smiled, and she continued her hand job. “That should do it,” she said when it was hot and hard again.
Drawing her legs up, she straddled my waist and lowered her twat onto the erection she continued to hold in her hands. Rocking forwards, she thrust her tits in my face. Taking the hint, I began sucking them, alternating, left, then right. Debby moaned. Supporting herself with one arm on the bed, she kept the other in our joined crotches, simultaneously rubbing my shaft and her clit. She was really juicy - the wet spot was going to be a new Great Lake. Finally, she came, her ass bouncing like a jackhammer. The incredible friction made me cum like I thought she was going to blow off of me.
Laying on the bed afterwards, she slipped off the sandals. Smiling over at me, she said, “We gotta get rid of the kids the next weekend we want to do this all day.”
Chest heaving, I could only agree.
Chapter 4 - Party Time
“So, what’s the dress code for an orgy?” I asked Debby. “I haven’t talked to Jerry since we had that dinner.” The next day, Jerry had gone for a week to a convention. An accountant’s convention, now that must be real fun. Then again, maybe I didn’t know Jerry or accountants as well as I thought I had. And then the day he came back, I had a sales trip downstate, for a week. I had left it up to Debby to sort things out.
I was shaving as I asked, dressed in my bathrobe. Debby was taking a shower. She looked pretty good through the frosted glass door. You could see just enough to stay interested. She spoke up. “Supposed to be informal tonight. Wear slacks and a shirt. Carol says no underwear. They tend to get lost or mixed up.”
“Informal tonight? You mean sometimes these things are formal?”
“Occasionally. Apparently the one around New Year’s they make dressier. And in October the party is in costumes.”
“Costumes?”
“Yeah. Halloween. Carol says last year Jerry dressed like a lumberjack, and she wore nothing but a red cape, red fishnet stockings, and red heels. You know, Little Red Riding Hood and the Woodsman.”
“That would be interesting.”
Debby turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. I watched as she dried herself off, and my cock stirred loose from the robe. Debby laughed and put on her robe. “Save it for later.”
I snorted. “One thing puzzles me. With six women, odds are at least one of you is going to be on the rag.”
“We’re all on the pill and we synchronized.”
“Huh?”
Debby shook her head and gave me her exasperated ‘Men!’ look. “They hold these, uh, things, every four weeks. And all birth control pills have twenty-eight-day cycles.”
“So?”
“So, by ending a cycle early, you can induce an early period and change the cycle. Haven’t you ever noticed that when we go away together, I’m never menstruating?”
“Uh, I guess not.” Another look.
We left the bathroom to dress. I slipped on khaki slacks, a light dress shirt, and some loafers. No socks, no shorts. Debby took forever trying to decide what to wear, before settling on a light sundress. Very pretty, it had a tube top with tiny straps that tied at the shoulders. Below the waist, it hung loose to the knees. Excellent view of her cleavage, and easily lifted. I know. I’ve lifted it often. A personal favorite. She sat to put on ankle-strapped high-heeled sandals.
“How are my folks?” I asked. Earlier, Debby had taken the boys over to my parents for the weekend. We’d pick them up on Sunday, by which time my parents would be run ragged, and Debby and I would have fucked each other ragged.
“Oh, okay. Same as always.” She looked up at me. “You’ll never believe what I found at their place.”
“What?”
“A vibrator! I mean, a dildo at your Mom’s and Dad’s!”
“Now where’d you find that? Snooping in their bedroom?”
“I’m serious! I was alone in the living room for a few minutes and sat on the couch. And I feel this hard something or other down in the cushions. So, I pulled it out. I couldn’t believe it!”
“Did you return it to Mom? Here, Mom, you left this downstairs?” I laughed deeply.
“Very funny, wise guy. No, I heard her come back in and I stuffed it back down in the chair. Jimmy, it was huge. I mean, it was as big as any that we’ve got.” She looked up at me as I smiled. “Well, you’re taking this much better than I would have thought.”
“What, that my parents have sex? Honey, where’d I come from, the stork?” I leaned back against my dresser and watched Debby dress. “Hey, I’ve known my parents fucked since I was Little Jimmy’s age. They have a very active sex life. Very.”
“I never would have guessed, to look at them.”
I knew what she meant. Both are in their sixties, short and pudgy, wrinkled and gray. “I remember when I was fourteen, they took my sister and me to this cabin on a lake for a vacation. Anyway, one night I couldn’t sleep, you know, my occasional insomnia? And I heard them going at it real late. The walls were like tissue. They were being real vocal. Dad’s telling her how to blow him, Mom’s telling him how to eat him, they’re both telling each other how to fuck. They really like sex!”
“God! You’re kidding!”
“Nope. I was an asshole the next day. I mean, my father, sure, but my mom? Never!” I laughed. “Then I figured out that I wouldn’t be around otherwise and said so what.”
“Wow”
“One time my mother was talking to Sis. Dad was having some prostate trouble, and the doctor thought they might have to operate. So, my sister the nurse tells her about the procedure, and about the odds for impotency. Mom just says, real quiet, ‘We wouldn’t like that.’“