"The Reluctant Swappers" - читать интересную книгу автора (Roberts Grant)

Chapter 2

"Weren't the Greens nice?" Sharon said again, as she and Ron walked into the bedroom of their small, but tastefully furnished home. "I was certainly glad to meet them."

"Saved the night, that's for sure," Ron agreed. He sat down on the bed and removed his shoes, rubbing his feet. "If it hadn't been for them, I would have climbed the walls. There's simply no reason to put up with people you don't like, and I always feel like an absolute fool when I do anyway." Ron chided himself. "Why the hell do we go to these things? I never seem to learn." Ron felt the alcohol he had drunk that night rise in him along with his exasperation, making him slightly dizzy and off-balance.

"Undo me, will you dear?"

Ron reached over and unzipped his wife's dress unsteadily, and then watched lovingly as she shrugged her shoulders and the garment slowly slid down the long beautiful curve of her torso. He reached down the length of her shapely legs and playfully brought his hand up inside her half slip, pushing the hem up abruptly before she had time to resist.

"Ohhhhhh!" Sharon exclaimed, jumping forward from the electric contact of his fingertips. She was ultra sensitive along the softness of her inner thighs, especially in that nakedly smooth place above the tops of her nylons. "Oh, stop it, Ron, that tickles."

Ron frowned slightly, and sat again on the bed. He detected a note of reproach in her voice, a note he had heard often in their married years.

He knew his wife enjoyed sex and being aroused, but it was almost as though she didn't want to admit that fact to herself. He continued to stroke her long tapered legs, moving his hand up to tantalize the pubic mound so provocatively prominent under the silk crotch band of her panties. She wiggled her ripe flaring hips as if in protest, but didn't step away.

"Ohhhhhh, Ron. Oh darling! I love you so much!" Sharon turned suddenly, almost as if to escape the maddening caress of his fingers, and flung herself at her husband, pinning him to the bed. She kissed him hard as they embraced passionately.

How lucky I am, Sharon thought to herself. Landing Ron for a husband was a coup d'etat of the first order. She must have been courted by at least ten other men, and he had been constantly surrounded by other women, yet somehow she had won him away from all the other girls. He was going to be a success, she had implicit faith in that. He was confident of his writing skill, and his art columns had been nationally recognized as the work of a talented writer and critic.

And she was important to him. He had told her so, many times, and she made herself reaffirm the promise to herself that she would do all in her power to help him and become a partner in his success. This key element to their marriage made her love him all the more. Of course, he was so wrapped up in his work that it seemed that they weren't as close as they used to be, and in the evenings, he was often so tired and frustrated that they hadn't made love as many times as before… and this worried her. Not that she needed it so very much, oh, she did, but not as often as a man does, but because Ron didn't seem to respond as much as he used to.

A slight spark of worry crossed Sharon's mind as she hugged and kissed her husband. Was the magic going out of their marriage? Had the excitement of their sex life lost its luster, and Ron become bored with her? He didn't seem to be bored now, not with his heated lips pressed so tightly to hers, or his quiet moaning from deep within his throat as his arousal became stronger, or the hard throbbing lump of his rising penis as it stretched against her leg. She was being foolish, she concluded.

He loved her more than ever.

Ron turned his head and smiled at his young wife. She returned his smile coyly, and his hands slid along her sides and then cupped the tightly clenched alabaster mounds of her buttocks. He moved his fingers higher, connecting with the tight elastic band of her panties, running his hands along the warm satiny skin. She squirmed beneath his touch, then let her loins ease timidly up into his hardening penis only for a moment.

Then, without warning, she stood up, almost businesslike, arched her back and unsnapped her brassiere. The white cups fell from her breasts like petals from ivory rose buds, and she stood for a moment with the ruby tips pointing at her panting husband. Then she hooked her thumbs in the elastic waistband of her panties and half slip, and removed them in one easy, graceful motion, throwing them on the dresser beside her.

Without a word she lay down beside him, stretching nakedly out along the king-sized bed, spreading her limbs.

Damn! Ron thought, turning to stare at her beauty, there's no other woman like hers and she looks just as beautiful now as yesterday or last week or last year. She was a seductive woman, no denying that, and his breath sucked in from the sudden excitement of the abandoned pose she had taken. And yet there was something that bothered him, a slight doubt in the back of his mind that made him wonder if her smoothly graceful movements were spontaneous or somehow performed almost dutifully.

He raised himself on one elbow and gazed with fascination at the well-rounded, almost sculpted curves of succulent flesh next to him.

Sharon lay back against the pillow, her long lithe legs moving up and down, her toes digging into the spread, lashes shadowing her cheeks as she closed her eyes. She squirmed her smoothly rounded buttocks down into the mattress, aware of the licentious effect her actions were having on her husband, enjoying the seductive exhibition of her body and the secret satisfaction of the power she held over him.

Ron didn't waste any more time but yanked at his clothes, not even bothering to get off the bed, tearing one of the buttons off his shirt in his haste to make himself naked with his deliciously inviting wife.

It took him only a moment, and then he rolled to a kneeling position on the bed and looked down at Sharon's nakedly enticing form. His thick, blood enriched penis throbbed and beat out in front of him like a second heart.

"I'm ready, baby, ready right now," he grinned down at her. He roamed his hands over her, playing with the soft warm firmness of her thighs and breasts, stopping once to tweak her rubied nipples into rock-hard firmness before running an outstretched finger down the shadowy valley between her full, high set white breasts. She squirmed slightly, her face round and cherubic, with an air of innocence about it. He felt his groin abruptly draw in with a hot hungry need. It was like making love to a virgin every time, like arousing the woman in a girl and seeing the passion overcome the natural reluctance of "the first time." Sharon's long silken hair hung over her shoulders and curled across her ripe budded breasts. Between her widespread legs, which were shaped by a master craftsman, he could see clearly the soft pubic down which coffered her blushing pink vaginal slit. Her cunt glistened wetly in the light, her sexual excitement secreting droplets which formed like honeyed dew on the pubic hair up between her thighs. Ron chided himself for his doubts about her willingness to have sex with him. The warmly gleaming furrow between her legs showed without doubt that she wanted him and wanted him now!

He leaned forward, unable to control himself any longer, and he crushed his hungry mouth against her warmly pulsating vagina, trying to suck up every sweet flowing drop of her pussy juices, brushing his tongue against her wetly quivering cuntal lips with yearning heat. Sharon moaned, but brought her thighs up sharply to stop him.

"No… no… not that, Ron! You know I don't like you to kiss me there. No, please stop… please stop… please!" Her arms encircled his head and pulled him upward along her naked young body toward her warm pliant mouth, opened wide with desire. "Kiss me on the lips, darling," she whispered, "Not down there…"

Ron didn't resist. He allowed himself to be moved up the length of his wife's lushly ripened body and ground his lips onto hers. There it was again, the one flaw in an otherwise wonderful relationship! He had tried for all the time they had been sleeping together to show her the intense erotic arousal coming from his lips against her cunt, her mouth around his penis. He had been blown by other girls many times in the past, before Sharon and he were married. He wanted her to do the same to him to see her head roll from side to side as he tongued the heated pulsating velvet-like insides of her cuntal lips. He could shut his eyes and imagine that butter soft mouth of hers as it sawed rhythmically around his wildly jerking cock, and the very thought made him tense his loins, even as he kissed his wife on her warm wet mouth. He wanted to cum inside her there, to spurt his white hot sperm into her throat as he had into other's throats, and hear her mewling and crooning with the desire of love as he did so.

And he wanted to make her reach a climax by taking her erect little clitoris between his teeth and holding it tightly as he ran his tongue tip around and around her vagina, until at last he plunged his tongue deep into the sweetly clasping cavern of her pussy, to soak up the secretions, to stab and dart in oral fucking just as he was now moving his tongue in and out of her mouth in similar simulation of intercourse.

He held her tight to him and felt her nakedly warm body as it undulated beneath him, her soft belly and pelvis grinding against his anxiously beating penis until it throbbed with a rock-like hardness.

"Oh… baby!" Sharon moaned. "Darling, darling, I want you so badly …"

"Yes… yes," he managed to reply. One of his legs fell snugly in between her open thighs, and she rubbed her hot, hair protected cunt against him in perfect harmony. He kissed her again, his mouth dry with barbaric thirstiness, and she raised her thigh to press gently in against the throbbing virility of his maleness. His head swam from the alcohol he'd drunk, and his long thick cock seeped with desire from her touch, its tip being massaged by the light brush of her smoothly warm skin. His massively rigid penis jerked, jumping as though it was ready to spew its churning white seminal fluid right now. Once more he drove his tongue into her mouth and she sucked it eagerly, even nibbling it with her sharp little teeth to send new shocks of rippling erotic excitement through him.

The thought of what lay before him, of what would happen when he entered her warmly clasping vagina and began to pound his cock to a fulfilling explosion and flooded his brain. He knew every action, every motion they would make, for it had become a ritual over the years. He was aroused and wanted her, but… but what? What was nagging at the back of his mind? What was wrong with their lovemaking? Was it the sameness? Had he gotten to take her for granted after all this time, and the original thrill he had experienced when she was new to him been replaced by a complacency of familiarity? He loved his wife, but the spice was gone.

He lifted his head and lay his cheek against her soft hair.

"Is… there something wrong, Ron?" she whispered.

"What? Oh, no, of course not. I… was thinking how beautiful you are," he lied.

His delicious wife began to shiver beneath him, her firm sleek thighs rubbing his loins in what appeared to be hunger. "You want to make love to me, don't you?" she breathed.

"Yes, yes I want to."

"How…?" her question was unexpected, and sent an electrifying current through him. It was really something new to hear her ask for a good screwing, but then to want to know how! Yes, change was what was needed, for his eagerly pulsing cock leaped spontaneously with the added dimension.

"Hard!" he replied hoarsely. "Deep and hard, right up to the hilt!"

"Oh, Ron, do it now! I want you inside me… now!" she cried.

He drew her naked young body closer to him and moved one hand down to encase the smooth round buttocks, his hand over the softly yielding crevice which halved them. She glued her mouth to his as she wedged a hand between them and grasped his long fleshy hardness. Ron choked with the cool contact of her fingers around his cock, and he pressed his lips harder against hers to show his appreciation. She strained the full sensual length of her body against him grinding and pushing, and then she spread her legs and thighs wide, almost too casually, and his massively thick penis poised proudly against the snug mouth of her waiting wet cunt, the thin, hair lined archway to her innermost being dilated with the desire for him to enter. She kept firm hold of his bulbous, aching shaft and drew it closer, sliding its hot pulsating head up and down between her open legs, swirling it around her tender pink flesh until its lust-expanded knob rested against her wetly quivering cuntal entrance.

"There, Ron… right there."

He lunged forward as he drove into her widespread pussy and felt the hot, rubbery passage clasp tightly around his thickened shaft and absorb his naked surge like a hungry lion. The warmly clasping sensation along the length of his pulsating cock drove all thoughts from his mind except to lose his pent-up seed into the depths of her tight little cunt. It was warm and tight in there, as though he had been the first to enter that fevered domain, and the fluids helped her take him easily, wetting and lubricating his path. He thrust lustily until his blood swollen head hit her cervix and simultaneously his sperm bloated testicles crashed resoundingly against the firm, muscle taut cheeks of her ass. He moved harder, flexing his long hard penis as she moaned, embedded beneath his driving cudgel. He ground his pelvis into her savagely, feeling the pliant warm flesh beneath as she strained upward to meet his pounding jerks, until her nakedly writhing loins were inches off the bed. His alcohol-fuzzed mind began to play tricks on him, and he thought he sensed a pulling back on Sharon's part, a vague hesitation that made him force his loins down on her with even greater violence. He angled his hips and drove into her brutally, trying to establish a rhythm.

"Ohhhh, darling, wait…" Sharon called to him, surprised by the force of his attack, "You're hurting me, please…"

But Ron didn't hear her. Instead he renewed his vicious onslaught with even greater violence, almost lifting his surprised wife off the bed with each pounding stroke. The delicate tingle of desire deep in Sharon's timidly aroused cunt began to fade, rubbed quickly raw by the sudden pile driving strokes of her seemingly transformed husband. Her eyes grew wide in disbelief, and then in pain as she watched him pound into her, not looking at her, his eyes almost glassy, hiding behind half-closed lids. This was a side of her husband she had never seen before, and it frightened her beyond measure.

"Ron, please, stop! It's no good, you're hurting me! Oh God! Please…"

But her pleas only served to increase the tempo of his brutally rampaging rhythm. His wildly throbbing shaft continued to surge like a wild beast until he was sure it was going to split down the seam, and the intoxicating pressure in his sperm bloated balls was enough to send him screaming. Jesus, surely he was going to reach his orgasm soon, for he couldn't hold back much longer! He increased his speed and stroke, drubbing into her savagely as his impatiently churning balls whacked against her upturned, defenseless thighs. His mind was blank, and through his intoxication he was aware only of what he thought were the squirming attempts of the woman under him to evade his powerful thrusts, to rob him of the imminent explosion that was building in his painfully throbbing loins. Each of her attempts to ease the pain of this crazed pounding was met with renewed force, and his hands were now gripping viselike into her frantically quivering buttocks, his body pressing her down cruelly onto the bed.

All vestiges of desire had left his cruelly buffeted young wife. Sharon lay unmoving, at first confused and then aghast at what she considered the almost Jekyll and Hyde transformation that had come over her loving young husband. Besides the searing pain his maddened thrusts were sending through her loins, a throbbing fear began to play itself through her mind. It was almost as if he were punishing her, but for what? What had she done to be treated so impersonally, like… like a common whore off the streets? Her brain reeled before this humiliation, and tears began to fill her eyes, even as she submitted to the animalistic, unconscious rutting of her husband.

"God… darling!… What's the matter? Please, stop!"

But Ron felt nothing except the mounting sensations of fiery release in his madly fucking penis as it rammed into his wife's helplessly splayed vagina. His brain was empty except for the need to rid his body of the incredible tightness that was threatening to tear him apart inside.

Finally he could no longer even feel his hard slamming cock as a separate part of his body, but was only aware of the lustful tension that was straining his taut muscles to the breaking point, driving him wild with the desire to empty himself into the shuddering, unwilling cunt that sucked his painfully full cock deep up into its fiery depths.

He slammed on, unaware of the cries of pain that were coming from his wife's tortured lips, not heeding her useless pleadings in his ears. He felt his long hardened shaft on fire as he rubbed too fast, too hard into the tightly clenched opening between his wife's futilely resisting legs. He raised himself up on his elbows to gain even more leverage, and lifted Sharon's loins up against his own in mindless, brutal assault, straining his back muscles in an attempt to shove his thick invading cudgel into the farthest reaches of her small, elastic cuntal mouth.

"I'm cumming… I'm cumming," he began to chant insanely, tossing his head violently from side to side in rhythm to the merciless beating he was inflicting on the beautiful woman beneath him. "I'm cumming… I'm cumming," his voice was strained and inhuman, his eyes clasped tight, his brain filled only with me insatiable demands of his impending climax.

And then it came, an almost paralytic tensing of his already straining muscles, a spasmodic jerking of his aching loins, and two, four, seven more powerfully punishing thrusts up into the softly waiting receptacle around his heavy raw cock, a deafness to his wife's cries of pain…

"OOOHH… GGGOOODD… I'm… AAAA…"

Ron almost doubled up with the incredible violence of his release and squeezed his wife's slender frame tight up against his wildly jerking cock as it spewed its full load of scalding white sperm up from the depths of his tortured balls, and sent it coursing through his spasming penis into the cavernous darkness of her hotly. shuddering vagina. He raised his knees up under her buttocks as his climax roared on, lifting her like a warm living doll off the bed, and then pressing down on her again as the violent jerking in his body slowed, only to return with renewed force as his spine felt unimaginable chills moving along them for what seemed an eternity. His emptying balls ached with painful persistency, and he was conscious only of the feeling that he had been sucked completely dry, had nothing more to give, and yet was being sucked even deeper. Gradually, the trembling in his body stilled, and his mind returned from the fireworks world of unconsciousness, where it had been blasted into mindlessness by the brilliance of his all consuming passion, and he rolled off Sharon's nakedly limp body and felt the cool air rush over his sweat streaked body.

At first he simply stared at the ceiling, trying to get his bearings, trying to sort out what had happened to him, but he couldn't, so he lay back and closed his eyes. Gradually the outside world began to force its way into his fogged mind, and he suddenly shuddered with the realization of what he'd done. Oh God, he must have been out of his mind! He must have been drunk! Jesus! He had raped his own wife. And she had been screaming for him to stop!

"God… Sharon… I'm sorry. I don't know what…"

But she wasn't there. Ron turned on the bed to find her gone, and sat bolt upright, guilt twisting his insides in a merciless self-flagellation. What had he done?

He jumped up from the bed, tripped over the sheets that had been tossed wildly onto the floor by the ferocity of his love-making, and made his way to the bathroom that adjoined the bedroom. He tried the door, found that it was locked, and then stood with his head leaning on the door in utter self-recrimination.

"Sharon?"

There was no answer, but from the other side of the door he could hear the muffled sobbing of his humiliated young wife.

"Sharon… Christ… I'm sorry, baby. I don't know what came over me … Sharon?"

Ron heard the sobs catch in his wife's throat as she attempted to bring herself under control, only to break out anew with heart-rending force.

"Sharon?" he called again.

"Go away. Leave me alone."

"Sharon, I'm sorry, I don't know what happened. I must have been drunk."

"You're… you're an animal," the sobbing young woman said through the door, "I've never felt so… so humiliated… so filthy… so used in my life…"

"Oh baby, please, I'm sorry. Please. I didn't mean to do anything…"

He was intercepted by a fresh outburst of pitiful crying from inside the bathroom, and sank to his knees outside the door, his head in his hands.

He heard Sharon choking on her words as she tried to speak.

"Maybe you didn't mean to, but you did," she cried, "and you did it like I was just some… some prostitute you picked up off the streets somewhere."

"Sharon, baby, I love you… you know that."

"Not after tonight I don't… I don't know anything."

Ron noticed a touch of anger coming into his wife's voice now, and it irked him slightly. Maybe if he didn't have to fight all the time to bring a little variety to their sex life, maybe if he wasn't always so frustrated by her goddamn refusal to make love any other way but with the same straight dullness…

"I don't know baby," he said, trying to explain himself, "I just went wild. I guess I thought you were pulling away from me, that you didn't want me, and I guess I just got mad and…"

"Didn't want you?" Sharon sobbed harshly from the bathroom. "How could you think that? It was beautiful before you started… started pushing into me like some kind of stud bull!"

Ron cringed. She was absolutely right. How could he have been so crazy!

He got up from the floor, and went over to the bed and sat down on it, his face a contorted mask of self loathing. He stayed that way for a long while, until he was raised from his reverie by Sharon's voice.

"Ron?"

He looked up slowly, and saw his wife's naked young body standing in the open door of the bathroom, her cheeks stained by dried tears, her thighs smeared with the drying waste of his spilled seed. On her face was painted an almost angelic concern. Without answering her, he dropped his head once more in his hands, feeling his chest knot up with an unbearable tightness.

"Ron, I'm sorry. I know you didn't mean it. I shouldn't have yelled at you."

Ron winced under the soothing gentleness of her words, and wished instead for her voice to lash into him with the punishing effect of a whip.

"Don't… don't apologize to me, baby… I can't take that."

Sharon came slowly over to where he sat on the bed, gazed down on his nakedly powerful body with love and compassion, and took his head in her hands. He suddenly threw his arms around her, pressed his face into the smooth cool flesh of her exposed little belly, and tried to squeeze his love into her. She didn't move.

"I think I understand, darling," she said quietly, with infinite forgiveness, "it wasn't you doing it, it was the alcohol, and you were tired from your trip to L.A. We'll just forget about it, like it never happened."

"But it did happen…"

"Well, maybe it did," Sharon smiled, with almost motherly affection.

"But it wasn't on purpose. And I do forgive you." She leaned down and grazed the nape of his neck with her lips, letting her full dangling breasts caress his bowed head.

"Sharon… please… don't forgive me too quickly."

For even as his wife's soothing voice calmed him down, reassured him, Ron knew that the passions, the frustrations, that had caused his unforgivable loss of control had not disappeared in the least. Rather, they had grown even stronger, as weeds will when exposed to sunlight and Ron was worried. He knew he would have to talk to his wife one day, one day soon. He would have to make her see that it was her own coolness towards anything but straightforward sex that frustrated him, and that he felt that even then she was sometimes performing in bed rather than enjoying. He would have to tell her that he needed more than a dutiful wife, he needed someone who enjoyed sex for its own sake, he needed a seductress. He would have to tell her soon…but not now… not tonight. Tonight he had to apologize.