"Swap Talk" - читать интересную книгу автора (Thirdwall Robert)

Chapter 2

We saw the Harrises pretty regularly after that night. We followed the same pattern as the first time. Once a week or so we would go over to their house or they would come to ours. We'd talk and drink and eventually show pictures or get into the sex bag some other way. Then we'd top the evening off by petting and fucking. The distinctive flavor, fragrance, and feel of Judy's cunt became as familiar to me as Helen's but the sensation that she was someone else's wife never let up and continued to spice the experience. Likewise, the repeated sight of Dave's penis slipping in and out of Helen's hot crack continued to excite me to new peaks. Often we would fuck side by side on the bed and then fall asleep four abreast with the girls in the middle. Only later did I learn from Helen's diary that, while Dave and I slept the sleep of satisfied men, the girls sometimes remained wakeful.

"Tonight I could hardly wait for the boys to fall asleep. Ever since last time I've been thinking how cute Judy looks when she's just been fucked. Tonight I did something about it. The fellows rolled over and were out like a light, but Judy was still awake. We were almost nose to nose already so all I had to do was to move my hand onto her hip and butt. She must have been thinking just what I had been thinking because she opened her eyes and gave me a sultry look and a little smile. Then I moved my hand to her sweet pussy, and she opened her legs a bit. Her cunt was so wet and hot and sexy I almost creamed just feeling it. I can see why fellows like to feel girls' slits. Her clitoris is bigger than mine. I wanted to suck her, all of a sudden, but I didn't want to wake the boys, so I just started to frig her real soft and slow. She was aroused and beginning to breathe hard in about a minute. Then I felt her little fingers feeling for my cunt. She was a lot softer and more gentle than a boy, but she knew right where to get me. We had to keep it slow so the boys wouldn't wake up, but we came in only a few minutes."

Thus Helen was adding a whole new dimension to her sex life while I still had my hands full just with the swapping we were doing. I won't deny that Dave's cock absorbed my attention and even admiration from time to time, but this was usually in its capacity as penetrator of my wife's orifices rather than in its own right. Truthfully, I was too absorbed with cunt to think about cock.

Gradually, as our relationship with the Harrises continued, my entire outlook on women changed. Girls had always attracted me, to state a truism, but what attracted me about them had always been their style and outward appearance. I was attracted sexually, but not consciously so. Now, that all changed. Whenever I saw a pretty girl I would look at her as a sexual being. Pretty legs were pretty legs, but now they also became directly and deliciously attached to the crotch. When my eyes reached the hemline, they no longer saw a skirt; they saw thighs and hips and crotch covered with a garment in itself irrelevant. In the same way I ceased looking at girls' breasts as they were molded into some unnatural, cosmetic shape by their brassieres; instead I saw natural, soft warm tits with hard, succulent tips, unfortunately and hopefully temporarily, constricted by fashion. Whereas before only Helen and then Judy were fully sexual women in my sight, now I gradually came to see women in general as sexual beings.

Needless to say, my preoccupation with such thoughts and feelings had its negative side. At work my efficiency decreased whenever a secretary or woman employee entered the room. On the street and in stores I encountered frozen looks as I stared at girls more intently than politeness allowed. But none of these things detracted from the fact that life was more alive and worth living now that I was cuntconscious.

It wasn't too long before the four of us began to talk about expanding our little group with some more couples, but it was quite a while before we decided just what to do. What we settled on was a party which we would try to transform into an orgy. We were complete novices at this sort of thing, of course, but we decided to give it a try anyway. Hopefully, if it didn't work, people would be too drunk to remember it the next day.

Helen and I went back to our list of couples from which we had picked Dave and Judy, and they compiled a similar list. Between us, we produced a fist of five prime couples whom we settled on as the candidates for a surprise orgy, and we added to those five about eight more for camouflage. These we expected would leave early making the five others feel like an accidental residue rather than a deliberately chosen group. We sent out invitations billing it as a party on a hippie theme, something that was sort of titillating and suggestive all by itself in a quiet suburb like P. Anything strange at the party would be attributed to the theme, we figured, in case the whole thing was a bust.

Waiting for the party to start was nerveracking. We had converted our living room into a clean, middleclass version of a pad. There were only a few lights, and most of the furniture had been taken out and replaced by cushions and pillows and a couple of singlebed mattresses. Dave and Judy supplied the music, since our own tastes at that time ran more to Roger Miller and Herb Alpert. Helen had bought a body stocking and a looseknit shift. The nude color of the stocking showing through the dress gave a sexy, but at the same time obviously proper, impression. Judy had bought herself a new dress, too, which conveyed the same impression. It was a zip front minidress with circles cut out at the hips. Dave and I were in turtlenecks.

After an interminable wait, the first people arrived. Then came another interminable wait for the party really to begin. By tenthirty everyone had had at least two drinks, except for a couple of teetotalers; a few couples were even dancing. Surreptitiously, we increased the music volume and decreased the lighting. Within half an hour everything was going very smoothly indeed. Between the darkness, the dancing and the liquor, a state of anonymity had descended on the group.

I spotted one of our targets, a Swedish girl named Greta, momentarily sitting alone, and joined her. We got into a casual conversation, and it was the easiest thing in the world to slip my arm around her. Moments later I dropped my other hand to her knee, and the die was cast. In a matter of seconds I saw her look of puzzlement change to one of understanding and then into one of acceptance. Her body, which had tensed, relaxed against mine. The casual conversation continued, but it was anticlimactic. I couldn't believe how easily I had just tacitly seduced Bent Olson's wife. It was as if she had simply been waiting for an unmistakable proposition. We got up to dance. She was lithe and smooth in her movements. As I watched her admiringly, I stripped her in my imagination and saw her thick blonde bush which before the night was through I hoped to be inside of.

After we danced for a while, her husband showed up. We chatted, and he mentioned that Helen had suggested that they stay for a while after the bulk of the party left. He had a funny look on his face as he told me of the invitation, and I could well imagine under what circumstances Helen had proffered it and with what implication. I seconded it blandly, however, and confirmed it with the two of them. Then I retreated.

It was getting toward midnight, and the party was already thinning out. I headed for the bathroom but stopped at the dining room door. We had moved our couches into the room, and despite the dimness I could see that one of them was occupied. First I could only make out two figures, and then I realized that it was Judy ensconced with a guy named Ben. He was half lying on her, kissing her, and what light there was nicely illuminated the perfect curve of one bare breast. The zipper in front had served its purpose; I could count on another couple for our party later.

Coming back from the john, they were gone. I bid a camouflage couple goodbye and took stock of the party remaining. Only one unwanted couple had yet to leave, and they were donning their coats. Otherwise we were all set, with the exception of one target couple that had left before they had been properly approached. A thin, sataniclooking guy named Frank was dancing with Helen, and, by the way she was bouncing and he was staring, I could tell she had found a moment to shuck her body stocking. Dave was visiting his attentions on Marie, a tiny, slender girl with straight black hair to her waist. She was Frank's wife, and they were the closest thing to real hippies we had invited.

The last of the unwanted guests now left, and on cue Judy let it be known that I had a party game that we were going to play. She said it with a leer so that no one would get disgusted at the thought of a stupid party game and leave immediately. I don't really remember just what I said as I brought my contraption out, but it didn't matter. There was probably no one in the room who expected anything other than some kind of sex game. There was simply an aura of sex and expectancy in the room that hadn't been there only minutes before. As I explained the game to them, Sue Ann Miller was sitting right before me, beside her husband, Roger, staring up at me with frank blue eyes as if she was totally unaware that in her crosslegged position I could see under her skirt directly up to the band of white panty. She didn't bat an eye when I read the rules.

The apparatus was a very large and elaborate dial which sat in the middle of the floor. Each person drew a number. Then, one after another, everyone was to spin the arm of the dial until it landed on the number of someone of the opposite sex, other than their spouse. Some spaces on the dial weren't numbered but had little envelopes at them instead, so several spins were usually needed. Then the lights would be turned out for three minutes during which the girls would remove a piece of clothing from the men. At the sound of the timer the lights would go on for a few seconds for people to find their next partner and then go off again while the men removed a female garment. Then would come a new round. It sounded sort of silly, and it was sort of silly, but we thought it would do for breaking the ice.

The first round of numbers were chosen. Ann Cummings drew me. Dave controlled the light switch and timer. Suddenly it was black, and there was a flurry of movement. A female crawled across me, and I slid my hand up her dress just for the sheer joy of it. My shoes had disappeared earlier, and I shed my socks before Ann got to me so she would have to start on something major. She was a regal, coollooking woman who kept her hair in a bun, and when she found me, she was businesslike. Kneeling before me, she felt around for my shirt and pulled it neatly over my head. Her job in the silly game was done, but before she could move away I reached out unerringly and inserted my hand between her legs. She didn't react; she just knelt there in the dark as I fingered the warm softness of her crotch.

The light coming on suddenly after three minutes caught me with my arm still up her dress, and she instinctively pulled her hem down. She needn't have bothered, for the first glance I noticed that her husband, Ben, was too absorbed in Greta to care what she was doing. I also caught sight of little Marie whose number I had drawn for my first turn. The lights went out again, and I crawled toward where I had seen her.

I found her quickly and identified her in the dark, unnecessarily, by giving my hands a quick tour of her body. I found the zipper behind her back and gave it a pull. Her dress fell off her shoulders to her waist. She stood up and let it fall the rest of the way to the floor. I disentangled her feet, and as I raised my head again, my nose informed me of the geometry of the situation. Very strong and just inches away was the heady, sensual odor that comes only from a woman's cunt. My hands found the backs of her thighs, and I pulled her forward. I plunged my mouth and nose into the nyloncovered mound I couldn't see. The scent intoxicated me. I sent my tongue between her legs searching for the depression between her lips. Her little hands grabbed my head and held it closer to her body. I had just tasted the saltsweet nectar seeping through her panties when the lights went on again.

This time I was the one who reacted, drawing my head back quickly and looking around. The only person looking at us was Helen, who seemed to have some kind of smirk on her face. I don't know whether it was from seeing my guilty look or from the sensations caused by Roger Miller against whom she was leaning, nestled between his legs, while he reached around her and fondled her bare nipples.

The group now recongregated for a new round of number choosing, and as it proceeded, I took stock of the company. The men were wearing nothing but trousers and underpants, the combination of which did nothing to conceal their stiff erections. Anyone who had been wearing a Tshirt had doffed it independently, just as I had gotten rid of my shoes and socks. Helen and Judy were down to their panties already and were the focus of most male eyes. They sat crosslegged, their breasts looking even more opulent than usual, their triangles of fur showing through their translucent panties. I wanted nothing so much as to see someone at that moment jump on Helen and ram his prick up her, and for the first time I realized the second function of sex games. Not only do they break the ice, but they artificially draw out what could be finished in a flurry of activity.

The other girls were in various stages of undress. Marie, of course, was down to panties and bra, as was Ann Cummings. Sue Ann still had on her skirt and was still sitting with crossed legs, her crotch visible. Greta, too, had lost only a blouse. Surprisingly enough, everyone was quite absorbed in the second round of number choosing. I had anticipated that interest, in what was basically a stupid game, would flag, but people's minds were captured by the randomness of the thing. It was fate rather than choice that was forcing them into the arms of one partner after another.

The lights went out again, and Sue Ann was upon me. She undid my belt and zipper and dragged my trousers off. Then she started to explore my feverish genitals. I lay back on the mattress and luxuriated in the feel of her hands fondling my balls and squeezing my cock. She got it out through the slit in my shorts, and in the deep darkness of the room I felt a phantom tongue lick slowly at the head of my penis. Naturally, that was just the moment for the lights to go on.

My next number was cool Ann Cummings. I found her in seconds and got her bra off with almost frantic speed. More than anything I wanted to plunge in and fuck her, but I didn't want to spoil the evening. I pushed her back on the mattress and lay down heavily on her. She spread her legs to receive me, and I started desperately trying to jab my cock through her panties. Her cool demeanor was gone in a flash. She bucked and thrust as I came vainly down on her. I was wrenching her full tits brutally. Then I slid down her body a bit and started to suck and bite her nipples alternately. When the lights came on it was hard to stop, but I managed. Ben Cummings was staring at us curiously. Undoubtedly, whatever sexual adventures they had had, this was the first time he had actually seen his wife beneath another man. He was in no position to object, since Judy, who had lost her panties, was beside him, and he had two fingers of his right hand stuck deep in her cunt. But it was obviously an ambivalent situation for him.

We gathered around the dial for the third round. Besides Judy, Helen was the only one naked. Her cunt looked uncommonly beautiful as she sat with parted legs. The prominent blonde bush descended to the swollen reddish rolls of her cunt lips which, in turn, were open in readiness, revealing the brighter red flesh of her inner lips and slit. After Ben got his fingers out so everyone could see, Judy's crack was equally gorgeous, but it was Helen's that particularly turned me on.

Greta and Sue Ann were still in possession of their bras. Ann, of course, had lost hers to me; and next to Helen's slit it was her full, slightly pendulous tits with stiff brownish nipples that attracted my interest. Marie's bra had gone, as well, and her tits were also nice, although slighter. But I guess it's the tit you've just sucked that attracts you most.

The fellows were all in shorts, which were terribly distended, except for Bent's and mine. Our pricks were sticking out, and I was fully conscious of female eyes gazing at us.

Before starting the next round of number choosing, we voted to have Greta and Sue Ann lose their bras to catch up with the group. The act was quickly accomplished, and now there were six pairs of bare breasts in the room. Greta's were somewhat flat and went well with her tall, thin model's figure and long blonde hair. Sue Ann's were the largest of all and were furnished with large nipples and aureoles some two inches in diameter. Finally everyone had a new number, and the lights went out again.

Judy drew me, and after getting my pants off, she climbed astraddle me for a quick sixtynine. The familiar mouth closed over my prick, which was somewhat cooled after the intermission. I nibbled gently at her warm, wet cunt. I became aware of someone leaning against my right side and realized that right beside us some girl was sucking off some guy. I groped with my free right hand and found first thighs and then crotch. The girl had panties on, but that didn't prevent her from squirming against my fingers. I got inside the elastic band around her leg and started to probe her creamy pussyflesh. When the light came on, I looked to see who it was, and little Marie looked back at me. I sniffed my fingers and smiled.

Then the lights dimmed for the final time. I had failed to spot Sue Ann and wasted time crawling about over heaps of clothing and writhing bodies. Finally I found her and yanked her panties off. I dove for her cunt to get at least a taste of it before the three minutes expired. It was the wettest I had ever known. I buried my mouth in it and could have sucked indefinitely had it not been for the lights.

People didn't want to stop this time since everyone was now naked, but we convinced them that there was more. Roger reluctantly pulled his prick out of Greta, and other people stopped sucking. Once again we sat around the dial, all naked, men's faces smeared with cunt juice and their pricks glistening with saliva. It was immediately obvious that while none of us was embarrassingly undersized, Frank was truly immense. His prick was twoinches thick, heavily veined and slightly curving to a length of what looked to be ten inches. It was crowned with an even thicker purplishred head, and beneath it hung an enormous sac of balls. I looked at Marie and at her perfectly normal looking crack surmounted by curly black hair, and I wondered if it was really possible that he stuffed all of that inside her.

As I looked around me, I became dazzled by the number of ready cunts, but I had to explain the rest of the game and couldn't waste time sightseeing. The ladies spun again for new partners, and then their numerical order was established. The first girl in line would spin until she hit a space with an envelope. Inside the envelope was a photograph of a sex act. The girl who drew it had her choice of doing it with her new partner or giving it to her husband to do with his.

The first to spin was Sue Ann. She tore open the envelope and stared at the photo. Then she announced that she would do it and showed us what it was. It was simply an ordinary, womanontop fuck, albeit a wellphotographed one, with Dave and Helen as models. Sue Ann's partner was Ben Cummings. He obediently lay on a mattress with his pole sticking up in the air. Sue Ann straddled him and reached between her legs to position his prick at the mouth of her cunt. Then she sank slowly, absorbing inch after inch of prick inside her. I heard a quickly drawn breath at my side and realized that Ann Cummings was beside me. Her eyes were riveted to the junction between her husband's cock and Sue Ann's cunt. I put my arm around her to reassure her. She grabbed my cock and squeezed it hard. Now Sue Ann was beginning to move, pumping up and down. Ben's prick reappeared every few seconds bathed in fluid. He was mauling her big tits, and at the top of her stroke she was able to let him suck them. The show, however, was a short one. After the buildup we had had it took only a couple of minutes for Sue Ann to bring him off. Suddenly she sank down on him hard, and he bucked like a wild horse. Sue Ann let out a cry as his jerking cock brought her off and then collapsed on him. It was only then that I noticed that in my own excitement I had started frigging Ann, and I stopped.

Next up was Greta, who drew a photograph of a sixtynine. Dave was her partner, and they went to it with great gusto. Unfortunately there's little spectator sport in sixtynine, and we all waited impatiently for them to finish. Sue Ann and Ben had recovered and rejoined the group. It turned me on to see Ben's come trickle out of Sue Ann.

Marie was next and drew a standing fuck, which was very appropriate since she was the smallest girl in the room. I was her partner. I lifted her up, and she clasped her legs around me. Then I slowly lowered her until my cock was nestling in her cunt mouth. She gave me an eager, brighteyed look, and I lowered her farther. Down she slid, impaled on my penis. The feeling was exquisite. It was hard to start any motion going, but after the long buildup, we hardly needed it. I was up to the hilt inside her. We jiggled around a bit, and the bright look in her eyes became hysterical. She gave a series of gasps, and then her cunt grabbed me like a fist. Contraction after contraction gripped my prick, and in a moment I was at my own peak. I practically exploded inside her. Never had I had such a huge orgasm. I almost fell but caught myself and lowered us both to a mattress. She was still seated across my lap with my prick inside her. Despite the orgasm I was still pretty stiff. I lay back and rolled over until I was on top of her, my prick never having left her body. Her tiny body underneath me gave me new energy, and I started to fuck her for real. I socked it to her with full force until she cried out in pleasure at each blow, and then we both came again.

By the time we had recovered, we had missed Bent's match with Ann Cummings and Judy's with Roger Miller. There was only one couple left and one picture. The verdict was that Helen was to straddle enormous Frank while he was seated. Ben and Ann had done the same thing except that this time the girl was to face outward. I never thought it would work. I couldn't believe that Helen's twat could take such a massive thing. But it did. With great care and effort she pressed herself down on him, with each attempt taking a little bit more into her. Finally it was all in, and she began to move. At first it was slow and arduous, but soon she was moving normally. And then she was fairly jumping up and down and grunting as she rode toward her climax. Unbelievably, my own cock was hard as a rock once again. I knelt in front of her so I could see more clearly the piston of flesh sliding in and out of her. Irresistibly my hand was drawn to fondle Frank's huge balls and feel the slippery column of his prick. This spurred his orgasm, and with three mighty jerks he inundated my wife's vagina.

With that, the planned entertainment of the evening ended. Marie and I were not the only ones who had been indulging ourselves in a second round, and fucking went on for a little while longer. Ann Cummings wanted to suck me off, and I wasn't one to refuse her, while at the same time I frigged dear Judy's crack, which was like a swamp after inundations from both Roger and Bent.

But soon enough everything was truly over; everyone was exhausted. Some clothes were put on, and underclothes were stuffed in pockets and handbags. Even after three superb orgasms, the sight of these naked girls now clothed without underwear brought me up again. As each one said goodbye I reached under her dress and felt her cunt. It seemed like a very natural and ordinary intimacy, which no one minded. Then, finally, everyone was gone. Helen and I retired and slept soundly in each other's arms.

This narrative, as the reader is doubtless aware, has been a very onesided one; for at this stage in my sex life nothing registered in my memory except my own personal feelings and what I perceived of those of my immediate partner. Nor in this case do I have my wife's diary to refer to as a corrective to my onesided vision. To this day I don't really know how the evening could have come about in the way I remembered it. I assume that the magic ingredient was that inadvertently we and the Harrises had chosen for our orgy couples who were already experienced in wife swapping, but I can't even be sure of that. Two of the couples we never saw again in an intimate way. We were hesitant after our first success to push our luck and try again too soon, and in the meantime the Cummings had been transferred out of town. The Swedes, Bent and Greta, were friends primarily of Dave and Judy. We invited them to our next event, but they refused by mail, and we crossed them off our list.

The other two couples, Roger and Sue Ann Miller and Frank and Marie Cordoba, it turned out, were not inexperienced. When Helen left and I first became interested in writing up the story of our sexual experiences, Frank and Marie were no longer available for consultation about their experiences, before meeting us, as will become understandable when I get to that part of the story. But Roger and Sue Ann were, and I taped a conversation I had with them about their early sex lives. What follows is a transcription of that tape.