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Chapter 6

Stella was slightly smashed, but there was a hot glow in her eyes and a dampness to her lush mouth. "Never thought I'd be discussing my husband's sexual prowess-or lack of same-with you, Regina. But here we sit, getting loaded and I'm not ripping your eyes out. In fact, I'm kind of tickled at the whole thing. I'm excited, too. It's all so wild and crazy."

Regina reached out and touched her friend's hand. Stella's skin was like olive-colored velvet, that soft and smooth. She said, "Stella-it is wild and wonderful, and you'll just about go out of your head with Bill. Haven't you ever wondered how it would be with him, if he would screw any different than your own husband?"

The other woman held up her glass for a refill. "Yes, I have. I envied you, because Bill always seemed so attentive, and I thought: lucky girl-she's getting all the laying she wants. Oh damn; I'm getting myself all mixed up, too. Maybe I'm just scared. I never-never screwed anybody else since I married Chuck, and only two boys before him. I-I don't know-"

Regina squeezed her hand. "You'll be perfect, and Bill will be the luckiest guy around. You may have to push it at first, make it really plain that you want him to fuck you right away, but once he gets started, there'll be no stopping him. And Stella, darling-he doesn't know about Chuck yet. I'll tell him after he screws you, so he won't be able to be self-righteous."

Stella laughed. "Regina," she said, "you are really a bitch."

"I know," she answered, "and isn't it fun? Let's have another drink, darling."

They drank some more and got silly; they made plans and discarded them, but finally came up with one that seemed to be reasonably sensible. The kids would all be sent out to movies, and supplied with enough money to feed them afterward. Regina was to get Chuck aside and make him, no matter how scary he got.

That would leave the field clear for Stella and Bill. Dressed in her sexy best, Stella would get Bill to lay her, over here in her own house. It would be a hurry-up thing, the first time around, a quick screwing because Bill would be worrying about his wife and her husband, only next door.

But after the first dipping of his cock, Bill would be trapped, drawn into the web of swapping as Stella was being brought in. And Chuck? He had no choice, they said; not unless he wanted to give up his newfound romance with Regina's willing pussy.

Going back home later, lightheaded and giggly, Regina thought that the only thing she hadn't been honest about, was something that would have hurt. Stella didn't have to know that her son was fucking Regina-not yet, anyhow. There'd be time enough for that later, after dear Stella had adjusted to being screwed by a strange cock.

Into the house, Regina headed for the bathroom. She needed a long soak in a hot tub, and time to think what a great, swinging affair was coming up. Both men had a big surprise coming, and she couldn't help wondering how they would take it. Climbing into the steamy tub, she also wondered if Bill would go down.

Evidently Stella was familiar with oral love, and if she was really turned on, would teach Bill to do it. Smiling to herself, Regina soaped her good body thoroughly, rubbing her tits until the nipples stood tall and hard, then running a hand over her mound until the bubbles drifted over wet and golden curled pubic hairs.

She was highly excited, turned more passionate by the idea of her husband fucking her best friend, and seeing some vague imagery beyond that immediate picture, a shadowy scene of the four of them getting together. It was so wild that she could barely restrain herself from slipping a finger into her aching cunt.

Gritting her teeth, she gripped the side of the tub and forced the heat to subside. She wanted to save herself for the coming evening, for the exchange of fucking that might very well turn into an orgy. A real, live orgy, she thought. Four naked people screwing and sucking each other, and whatever else four naked and lustful people could do with and to each other.

She shivered in anticipation and slipped farther down into the hot water, making waves that tickled her nipples, hiding her pulsating cunt beneath the surface. She relaxed then, stretched her long legs and was happy with the wet, shining modeling of them, with the way they tapered and with their sleekness. All three of her men adored being wrapped in them as they fucked her.

Climbing from the tub, she toweled herself well, loving the roughness of the towel against her flesh. Still, she supposed that men dug little legs, too-like Stella had. They were very shapely and somehow reminded Regina of a little girl. Men must like the idea of screwing a little girl.

She stared wide-eyed into the full-length mirror. If she had known fleeting thoughts about laying her own son, might not both Chuck and Bill have had the same kind of ideas-throttled of course-about their own daughters?

Regina shook her head and hid her face from view. It was all very weird, such thoughts no doubt brought on by a combination of things-the sudden and crazy increase in screwing she had recently had, and the unusual amount of gin she'd consumed that afternoon. She'd have to go light on the sauce tonight; she sure as hell didn't want to get smashed and pass out, spoiling the party for everyone.

Dabbing on a goodly amount of musky perfume, she wrapped the towel around her body and peeped from the bathroom. Nobody was in the hall, so she scurried down it to her own room and inside. Just a robe, she thought; until she got the ball rolling. Then she'd choose a slinky gown and wear it with nothing underneath. Chuck would dig that, and it was probably the same thing his wife had in mind.

Deliberately picking her shabbiest robe, Regina pulled it on and went downstairs to make arrangements without getting anyone suspicious.

The kids were happy to get the windfall, and were immediately on the phone to the Baker kids next door. Watching her daughter call, Regina couldn't stop herself from wondering about Monica now that Carey Baker knew how to fuck. Would he try to get into the girl's panties? Not very likely, with her brother along, Regina decided, and gave them her blessings as they scooted for the door.

"Hey," Bill said, "what was that all about?"

"About a little party over at the Bakers," she said. "For adults only."

"Sounds good, but can we come home early? After that ball we had, I think I'd like to get to know my wife better. In bed, that is."

She went over and kissed him, her robe falling open to expose the round golden mounds of her tits. "Sure, Bill. But I promised Stella we'd have a few drinks over there."

He caressed her tit, but when his hand slipped down to fondle between her thighs, she laughed and stepped away from him. "Come on now. I promise you'll get all the pussy you can handle tonight-and more."

So he followed her obediently when they crossed the yard to the Baker house. She wore the black dress, a frothy thing the length of a mini, and with almost no back. The front dipped low, too, and she felt deliciously evil, not wearing a bra or panties.

Stella welcomed them effusively, as if they hadn't been around for months, wearing a pale grey gown touched with a vivid splash of red that set off her olive skin perfectly. It also called attention to the fact that she had a very shapely ass and tits that stood high without benefit of bra.

Putting her lips close to Regina's ear, Stella whispered, "Oh, I'm so excited. Do I look okay? Do you think he'll notice me?"

Regina said, "If he doesn't, he's blind. Hit him with a couple of doubles and you'll be on your way, darling. And good screwing."

"Oh!" Stella gasped, and skipped away, her cute little ass swinging.

Glancing suddenly at her husband, Regina saw his eyes following the motions. Good, she thought; Bill was interested, and they'd see to it he was more so as the evening wore on.

Chuck was a bit too proper, somewhat awkward around her, until Regina got an opportunity to whisper: "I'll fake an emergency with the lights at my place. You know how helpless Bill is with electricity, so that'll give us a chance to be together over there. I'm hot for you, darling."

They danced and drank, and danced some more. From the corner of her eye, Regina saw that Stella was really rubbing it into Bill, that he was trying to hold off, that his face was flushed and sweaty. She kept Chuck busy so he didn't notice.

When she pulled her lights-out routine and asked Chuck to come help, her own husband protested weakly, but she could tell he wasn't at all interested in going with them to "fix" things. He was too intrigued by the sudden attention Stella Baker was paying him, and Regina thought that Bill was also somehow hoping for a miracle that would carry her allure farther. Bill probably wasn't really believing that himself, but he was in for a severe shock, because his little hot dream would very soon be coming true.

Going across the back yard, she felt his hand cup one cheek of her ass, and Chuck said at her ear: "How'd you manage this? I know Stella is high, but what about Bill?"

"Let's not worry about him, darling," she said, letting them into the kitchen, but not turning on the light. She turned to him instead, pressing the length of her body against his and feeling the immediate rising of his prick between them.

"There's time," he said softly, fondling her tits, then dropping his hands to her buttocks so he could yank her hard to him while he ground his staff into her belly. "There's time, if we hurry."

She smiled in the darkness, kissed him and fed him her tongue, then pulled back to say: "Have you ever fucked a woman on her own kitchen table?"

"Damn," he whispered in awe. "You are something else, baby."

His strong hands caught her around her slim waist, and Regina was lifted to the table top, her legs going wide. She hiked her dress high, got it crumpled up past her hips and exposed the hairy mound of her pussy for his caressing hand.

In the dark, in the spicy, exciting dark, she kissed him savagely, biting at his lips and running her tongue all the way back to his throat. She thought of what must be already going on next door, of her husband and his wife in each other's arms. It was so thrilling, just the concept, the sneaky-inciting feeling of everybody taking something, of everyone receiving something, too.

Her cunt blazed, softened and turned juicy. She bucked it up against the heel of his hand, and his thumb rode along her labia, up to her pelvis. "Oh Chuck! Fuck me. Please hurry and fuck me, before I go right out of my mind."

"Yeah," he panted, "we have to hurry, in case they get suspicious over there. I'll just drop my pants and get my cock out of my shorts-ahh, Regina-your pussy is soft and warm. Your cunt hairs are tickling the head of my prick. Feel it there, darling-feel it?"

"Oh yes, yes. Shove it on in, Chuck-ease it up into my pussy. Oh yes-yes, that's it, baby! Yes, fine, fine-ahhh-"

She knew the glorious sensation of his entering knob, the spongy-hard pressure that separated her labia and forced the way for his shaft.

Regina lifted to the challenge, drew up her knees and brought her feet into contact with his back, then to the crack of his ass.

Digging in her heels, she drove him deeper into the wet grasping of her pussy. Chuck burrowed in until his balls came to rest against her slit, and immediately he began to stroke, to thrust back and forth into her vagina, stimulating her clitoris with every sensuous movement.

"Beautiful hard prick," she gasped. "Wonderful stiff cock. Feed it to me, Chuck. Screw me hard and mean; fuck me, oh-fuck me!"

He answered by stepping up his pace, by cramming his hard prick almost brutally home into her suctioning cunt. Pounding it deep, pulling back for another savage stroke, Chuck had his hands on her waist to keep her from sliding off the table as he fucked her.

Regina held to him by the shoulders, kissed him, tongued him, panted into his open mouth. Her heels helped him to rock in into her smoothly, kept him from backing his shaft too far out of her snatch. She rode the driving cock blissfully, twisted and turned upon the impaling length of it, took it far up into her vaginal cup and knew the bumping of its head against her womb.

It was good for her, highlighted by the stray thoughts that perhaps her husband was slamming his own hard prick into Chuck's lovely wife, just as she was coming on Chuck's cock. She hunched and shuddered, and was coming in ecstasy, moaning and clawing at his back while his prick continued to slam into her oily hot pussy.

Chuck came a few strokes later, and she wrapped her legs around the small of his back as he did, reveling in the hot gushing of his semen, in the splatter of the near-blistering come that inundated the walls of her vagina. Oh, how she loved to fuck this man, how she adored every small wiggle of his cock within her pussy, how she loved each quiver of his ass.

Slowly, her legs eased down, slipped off his hips and hung over the edge of her kitchen table. Incongruously she thought that breakfast here would never be the same again, that she would always remember the fucking that had happened on the table. How could corn flakes compare with that?

Chuck pulled his cock from the reluctant lips of her cunt, and some slippery liquids followed it outside to puddle in the crack of her ass.

He said, "That was great, darling-but we'd better hurry back to my house, before our spouses get all upset at us being gone so long. And by the way, what light was I supposed to have fixed?"

She climbed down from the table and made smoothing motions across her dress, wondering if any leaking semen would spot through, but then deciding that she didn't really give a damn. She wanted to wear the wet stain of his come as a badge of joy, as a proud sign of her happiness.

"You fixed the kitchen light," she said, "the one over the sink. But you know what? I don't think anyone is going to ask about lights. I have a pretty good idea that our loving spouses are doing just what we've been doing-loving."

Chuck stopped dead in his tracks. "What do you mean? You think that Stella-Stella-"

In the dark, she turned to him and found his face with both hands, found his stiff body with her own pliant one. "I know Stella is making it. If Bill isn't too chicken to let her seduce him, that is. I'm betting he isn't that scared, not with your wife pushing that gorgeous little body up to him the way she was doing, even before we left the party."

"Wait a minute," Chuck said. "My wife-"

"And Bill's wife," she reminded him. "Or would you rather give me up?"

"I didn't say-but I can't believe that Stella would make it with Bill-I mean, she's so withdrawn, so wrapped up in her kids-I-oh hell; I don't know what the hell I think!"

She took him by the hand, led him gently back out through the kitchen door. "Don't think, then-just react, darling. I don't know about you, but I know that I'm turned on by the idea. They'll make a lovely couple, fucking."

"Oh damn," Chuck muttered, but allowed her to lead him into his own yard and up to the back porch. She felt his resistance there, and he still hung back a little as she dragged him to the doorway of the living room.

Her breath caught in her throat as he saw them in the lighted room, saw their naked bodies intertwined in the embrace of love. She'd been right; they were a beautiful couple.

Stella was straddling Bill, and her back was to them as they stood transfixed and watched. Regina could see the polished red shaft of her husband's cock sliding in and out of the black-haired cunt lips, see the slow movement of his balls. Mostly, she could see the spread thighs and rounded ass cheeks of Stella Baker.

Regina felt Chuck's hands clench hers so tightly that she was hurt, but she made no sound that carried over the muffled beating of her heart.

She knew what Chuck was feeling, for the same violent emotions were racing through her own head, her own body. They were both seeing their mates fucking someone else, actually witnessing the frenzied screwing of a man and woman who meant so much to them.

But Stella was grinding sensuously upon Bill's upright prick, and Bill was stroking her hips gently as they fucked, so Regina could not help but feel the love that flowed from the interlocked bodies. The sex was strong, too-the lust and lasciviousness that hung about the fucking pair like an aura.

Regina had never been so turned on, and she felt every pore of her body, each hair and crevice and tender part of skin and flesh and tissue. Her eyes were wide and a pulse beat insanely in her throat as she stared at the man she loved and the woman who was her best friend.

Stella lifted her ass and the greasy rod was exposed; she lowered it gently, twisting, and the long cock was buried in her richly-haired pussy.

Beside her, Chuck whispered tensely: "Look at her ride his cock. She fucks slow like that, grinds and squeezes her tight pussy on a prick; she's still almost as tight as a girl, and she loves to fuck. You can see that she really loves to ride his meat."

As quietly, she said to him in turn, "Does it bother you, seeing another man's meat in your wife's cunt?"

"Yes," he said, "but not the way I always figured it would. It's-it's kind of like his cock was mine, and like I want him to see and feel and know what a wonderful fuck she is. I'm proud of my wife, and how else can my friend really know how wonderful she is, unless he fucks her?"

Regina nodded and let go of his hand so that she could reach to find his prick, hidden in his slacks. It was rock-hard and bulging, even though he had released a tremendous load of semen only minutes before.

She caressed his cock, zipped down his fly and took it out into her fingers, cuddling its velveted iron warmth.

"That's right," she said, "I feel very much like that, as if I was sharing something very precious. Not losing anything, but enriching it through the sharing."

His hand lifted from around her waist and cupped her tit. "She's giving him a long, slow fuck. The inside of Stella's cunt is like hot satin now, all slippery and slidy around his prick."

"Yes," she breathed in answer. "And by the way she's shaking that lovely little ass, she's close to coming. Bill, too-if you watch how his balls are beginning to jerk up and down."

"Wow," Bill murmured, "a guy's prick just about to go off inside my wife's sweet pussy. I may cream in your hand, Regina."

She stopped masturbating him. "Save it, darling. Oh look-look!" And then they both fell silent because the others were talking.

Stella Baker cried out: "I'm coming, Bill! Oh you nice hard bastard-I'm coming!"

And Bill Abbott answered, "D-darling-me, too! My prick is letting it go-here comes my cream, Stella. I'm coming in your hot snatch-pumping you full of my come!"

They blurred together then, twisting and hunching, and Regina heard the slap-slap of her husband's balls as they bounced up to bang into the gyrating crack of Stella's polished ass. Bill's fingers dug into her waist, and his mouth lifted up to suck in the dangled offering of her tit. Sloshing noises rose from their crotches, and their moans were background to the liquid pounding.

Regina squeezed hard on Chuck's stiff cock; together, they watched their mates shudder to completion, his wife and her husband in the throes of orgasm, coming grandly and in wild spasms. It was beautiful, she thought; it was lovely.