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Cum swap fest



Havelock Ellis, who was a pioneer in the field of scientific study of sexual behavior, explains that if we are to obtain a deeper insight into the psychology of general human behavior, we must first possess a broader understanding of how sex works in human affairs. Sigmund Freud suggests that all human being harbor unconscious tendencies to depart from conventional sexual relations.

Thus, it becomes easier to understand why people like to "swap" and play sex games with each other. They are eager to explore new avenues of sexuality, and oftentimes a new partner, adds pleasure which has heretofore been unexplored. Such extra marital experiences may also lead to a more happy, and aware state of sexual existence.

At a recent conference on sexual problems, it was estimated that fourteen million people are now involved in such activities.

All of this may seem appalling to any who would never consider such sexual relationships. However, judging from the sexual interest shown for today's books, magazines, and cinema, it becomes obvious -- the sexual relationship is very much on people's minds.

It has long been known that men like to "play around", but what makes the "swap scene" different, is the implied motto that influences each swapper's home -- "the family that play together, stays together" -- this well may be true.

It has been found that once a person's secret sexual cravings can be satisfied, life can return to normal. However, there are others, when exposed to such a wide variety of sex practices that prefer to turn their sex life into a "merry-go-round" of sex, with the "brass-ring" representing one more sexual encounter, and each one triggering another, in an endless cycle.

Swapping represents different things to different people, some finding satisfaction, others discovering dimensional sexual desire than can never be satisfied. This book delves into the motives and highlights the benefits that healthy sexual freedom can provide.

The Publisher

CHAPTER ONE

Terry Gregory was disgusted. Her husband was late. Once more a delicious dinner was cold and soggy.

She paced the floor as she waited. Life with George was becoming dull and drab. Life in suburbia was one monotonous bore.

Finally he came home.

"Well, what kept you?" Terry exclaimed, as he strode in.

"I told you, honey, not to wait for me," he said. "Go ahead and have your dinner."

"What kept you, George?" she demanded.

"I've got to work," he said, "and now that I'm an executive, my hours are my own. That means I can work till midnight."

"It isn't anyone else, is it, George?" Terry said, her eyes narrowing.

"Look, wife," he said, "I'm too damned tired to go through that again. I've been faithful to you, and dammit, don't bug me."

George was like that. Whenever she would suspicion he was playing around, he would get on the defensive.

After dinner, Terry quickly decided she would confront her husband with something that had been bothering her for a long time.

"Honey," Terry said, "I was wondering if you would like to go to a little party this weekend?"

"Party?" he said. "What are you talking about?"

"Well, Betty Black invited us over to a little swap meet."

She dropped the words lightly, hoping that her husband wouldn't ignite.

"What?" he said angrily. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Honey," she said, "Fm talking about a little party where people switch mates."

"Look," he said, "I am not a streaker, and I'm not a swapper. Do you mind?"

At this point Terry decided that she had to level with her husband.

"George," she said solemnly, "I've been giving our marriage a lot of thought."

"Well, I've been giving divorce a lot of thought," he said. "It doesn't, seem as if you're very happy with me."

"If you want to know the truth of it," Terry said, "I'm not. You know, honey, that we don't seem to hit it off in bed anymore."

"It's because I'm tired," George complained. "If you had to do what I have to do all day, you wouldn't feel much like having sex when you came home either."

"Maybe I'm not the right woman for you," Terry said softly.

"Now what the hell does that mean?" George exclaimed.

"Simply this," Terry countered. "I've been doing a lot of reading. One woman may not be able to excite a man sexually the way another woman can. We might be right psychologically, but sexually we may be mismatched."

"How are we going to find out if someone else is better?" he demanded.

"Well, that's precisely why I wanted to get together with Harold and Betty," she explained. "If we could both have sex with someone else without lying to one another, then we could discover if we are better matched with someone else."

George thought about it. He found it difficult to maintain an erection while having sex with his wife. He felt as if he were cheating. He remembered how many times he had to satisfy her by pushing his mouth over her pussy, and licking it.

It disturbed him that he couldn't give her the big hard cock she wanted. When they first had been married it was easy. But as pressures mounted, and after a couple of drinks, George found it difficult to stay hard until he had shot his wad.

"Well, all right honey," he agreed.

That weekend, Terry and George Gregory went to visit Betty and Harry Black.

"Now, George," Terry reminded him, "Don't drink a lot. Betty will serve booze, but you sip your drink -- and stick to only one, because you don't want to disappoint her."

"Don't worry about me," George complained.

Once inside the house, he was not so reluctant to participate in the swap game. Betty was a beautiful woman.

He noticed her breasts as never before, realizing that in a few moments he would be examining them closely.

"Good evening, George," Betty smiled. "How are you tonight?"

"Just fine," he said.

Suddenly, George liked the whole idea. It seemed as if he was a young man, womanizing, and he loved the sensation.

Harold smiled as he looked at beautiful Terry.

After a couple of drinks, Betty had a suggestion.

"I've got an idea," she said. "We all would feel a lot more at ease if we would separate. You know what I mean."

George nodded eagerly.

"Sure baby," he said. "As long as Harold here doesn't mind."

"Not at all," Harold assured him. "It's a nice exchange."

"Watch how you say that," Betty smiled.

The couples separated, George and Betty to a guest bedroom, Harold and Terry to the master bedroom.

"Harold," Terry said, "I guess we might as well take our clothes off. No use wasting time."

"Oh baby," Harold smiled, "I've been waiting to get my hands on you."

Suddenly, he threw his arms around Terry. As he held her close, he whispered, "I see you made it."

Betty didn't get suspicious. It was the smartest thing in the world to call it a swap meet, she thought.

"You and I had to get together," he said.

"I know it," she said. "It was difficult to convince George at first, but I kept telling him that perhaps Betty could do things for him I couldn't."

"Oh honey," Harold said, "It really hurts me to think of you with that no-good guy. He drinks too much, that's why he can't give you what you need."

"Don't I know it," she said. "It's awful to want a big cock and wind up with a limp prick."

Harold smiled and pressed his lips on hers.

"You may complain about me for some things," he told her, "But a limp cock will never be one of them."

He was pressing his huge penis against her now, and through her clothes she could feel him.

"Oh baby," she exclaimed, "I can hardly wait to get you in me."

"I want you to do everything to me, Terry," he said. "You're going to love it too."

"Oh, I know I will," she assured him.

It was so exciting to feel a man who could give her a big cock. She was glad that George had agreed to swap. Otherwise, she didn't know what she would have done.

"Baby," he told her. "Let me undress you."

He helped undress her. When she got down to her panties and bra, he looked at her with a big smile on his face.

"Oh, Terry," he exclaimed, "What a body. I could really lick those nipples."

"All right, sweetheart," she said, "Lick them."

He unfastened her bra and let the breasts fall out to freedom. Bending over, he began licking the nipples eagerly.

As his mouth pressed hard on her bosoms, Terry clutched, and held him closely.

"Oh Harold," she panted, "Love me, baby. Love me. I need it so bad."

Now that he was eagerly reaching down to her crotch, she was so excited she trembled. His hands felt of her moist vagina, and he slid a couple of fingers in there.

As she felt his fingers sliding into her pussy, she gripped them with her pussy muscles.

"Oh baby, you're on fire," he told her. "You really need a good fucking."

Terry understood all too well how much she needed to be loved, and at this point she yearned for one thing. She yearned for that big huge penis of his to plunge into her pussy.

"Oh baby," she told him, "I want it so bad." She lay on the bed, and spread her legs invitingly, one leg raised and the other leg spread out. He had a perfect view of her pussy and her asshole.

She said, "Will you lick it a little first?"

"Sure baby," he told her.

She got a good look at his huge cock. It intrigued and excited her to see what a huge organ he had.

"Oh baby," she said, seizing his gigantic penis and squeezing it, "Have I needed this for a long time."

He let his hands grasp her asscheeks, as he pulled her pussy to his mouth. Then he let his tongue slide along her slit. Plunging his lips into her cunt, he jabbed back and forth.

"Oh baby," he told her, "Does this ever feel good."

He licked her vagina, and when she saw his huge cock, she knew she had to suck it for him.

"Swing around here, baby," she said, "And while you're licking my pussy, I'll be sucking on your cock."

It didn't take Harold long to angle his body so she had access to his big penis. At the same time he kept his mouth over her slit.

"Beautiful," she told him, "that's just the way I like it."

He was licking now, and she was getting more and more excited. At the same time, she had grasped his huge cock and was squeezing it. Bringing it to her mouth, she let her tongue slide over the head of it.

His cock quivered, and she saw his balls begin to swell. Now she slid her mouth over him and began sucking. He loved the sensation of her mouth on it, and he could tell she was really jazzed.

"Eat my dick first, if you want to," he told her. "There's plenty of juice in there for a second round."

Just having this big cock in her possession was what Terry needed. She was so happy that at last she had found someone who could give her the sex she required.

Her lips fastened on the head of the penis shaft, and she began sucking vigorously. He loved the sensation of her tongue there.

She accommodated him by pulling on his penis at the same time. He loved the sensation of her hand jerking him off while her mouth was sucking him.

"Oh you're real good, Terry," he told her. "Did your husband teach you to do that?"

"Instinct, honey," she said as she slid her mouth off his penis for a moment.

Then she slid her mouth back on his cock and returned to sucking. He loved the sight of her bobbing head as she was going up and down.

"Honey," he told her, "Why don't I just watch you? If I'm eating, I can't concentrate on what you're doing. And you're doing it so good, Terry, I want to watch."

This pleased Terry, as she wanted to give him sensations he wouldn't forget. She let her mouth slip up and down the length of his shaft. When she went to the base of his penis, she saw how his balls were swelling and she knew it wouldn't be much longer before he popped in her mouth. This was what she wanted, to taste his cream. She had to take his balls while she sucked on the head of his shaft.

"Oh suck me," he told her, as he reached down and guided her. "Oh suck me, Terry. Yes, that's what I like. Suck me."

Terry became so stimulated, that she gripped his asscheeks and held on while her mouth moved back and forth on his penis shaft.

"Oh, eat me," he groaned, "Eat me, baby. That's what I like. Eat my cock."

With her hands squeezing his asscheeks, and her lips fastening on the head of his shaft, Terry was creating quite a suction.

Harold knew he couldn't keep this up much longer, but while on the brink of climax, he was enjoying it most. He was trying to hold on as long as he could.

"Slow down, sweetheart," he panted, "Oh, just like that. Yes baby, now, now. Gulp it."

The hot white stream shot into her mouth. Gladly she sucked the juice out of Harold's pecker.

When she had finished eating him, she slowly slid off his shaft.

"Oh Harold," she said softly, "That's fantastic. I really enjoyed doing you."

"Does your husband feed you his dick very often?" he asked her.

"To tell you the truth, Harold," she said, "George and I don't have very good sex relations. That's why I thought maybe it would be good if we had this swap meet."

"I knew you dug me for some time, Terry," he said. "But Betty and I are happy. You know that, don't you?"

"Of course I do," she smiled. "I wouldn't think of doing anything to come between you two. However, I see no reason why we can't enjoy ourselves. Right?"

"Certainly baby," he said. "I'm so glad Betty wanted some adventure. I only hope your husband is giving her what she wants."

He embraced her, and kissed her. Then she wanted him to eat her pussy.

"How about going down on me?" she smiled.

He didn't need a second invitation. He liked her breasts and then he made a tongue trail down to her pussy.

She held one leg up and let his hand slip under her buttocks. Then he crouched over her moist pussy and let his tongue lash out.

Pumping his tongue into her vagina, he flipped it back and forth. Terry loved the sensation of Harold exploring her with his tongue.

As the slippery hot tongue splashed away inside of her, she wiggled about.

"Oh eat my pussy," she begged. "Eat my pussy. Yes, eat my pussy."

He didn't have to be told to eat her snatch, for Harold was adept at cunt eating. He had enjoyed his wife often and she had told him exactly what thrilled her. He had developed quite a knack for snatch.

"Oh nibble on my love button," she panted, "That's the way I like it. Oh, suck me."

Pressing his lips over her clit, he did suck, vigorously. Nibbling got her there. Terry couldn't hold back. She threw her legs around his head and squeezed him.

"Eat my pussy," she said. "Eat my pussy, baby. Yes, eat me."

He sucked her, and enjoyed the taste of her. Withdrawing his tongue when he had completed his pleasurable task, he looked at her.

"Terry Gregory," he chuckled, "I've wanted to ball you for a long time."

He pulled forward, and she caught sight of his gigantic cock once more.

"You're hard again honey, aren't you?" she smiled.

"I told you," he smiled proudly, "I'd be ready for a second round, quick."

CHAPTER TWO

His penis was flipping over her cunt. She loved the feeling of it there. He smiled strangely at her.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked.

"I just had a kooky idea," he laughed.

"Tell me," she said. "What were you thinking about?"

"Oh I was just thinking," he chuckled, "How much fun it would be to fuck your asshole."

"Nobody's ever done it by the back door," she said. "Do you want to try it?"

"Would you let me, Terry?" he asked like a small boy eager to open a birthday gift.

"Well if you'd like to so much, I guess you could," she said.

"That's great, honey," he said. "You know, my wife Betty is a great screw, but there are some things she won't let me do I've wanted to ass fuck her for years, but she won't let me."

"Oh, that's too bad," she said. "I think it's fun to experiment, try everything."

"So do I," he agreed quickly.

He went to the bathroom and searched for some lubrication. Finding some baby oil, he returned.

"I could use this on my prick," be said, pouring some of the contents of the bottle into his hand and massaging his penis.

When his penis glistened, he walked back to her.

"Are you sure you know how to do this?" Terry asked.

"Sure baby," he told her. "I tried it once when I was overseas at a whore house."

"You haven't done it since then?" Terry laughed.

"I couldn't find any woman who would let me do it," he explained.

Terry wondered if she was doing the right thing.

"Now honey," he explained as he got on her, "you can just throw your legs over my shoulders and I'll slide it in there."

He knelt below her, and she threw her legs over his shoulders. Ever so gently, he slid his cock into her tight asshole. It moved smoothly for a while, then it came to the tight anal opening and he had to use plenty of force.

"Hang tight," he said as he slammed into her asshole.

"Oh Harold," she groaned in pain. "You're killing me. Stop it."

By now Harold was drilling in and out in a smooth regular rhythm. The pain had disappeared and had been replaced by an erotic kind of pleasure that she had never experienced before.

"How do you like it?" he smiled knowingly.

"Oh that feels good," she said, "Real good, baby."

He continued pumping his pecker into her. She was becoming more and more stimulated.

"Oh baby," he groaned, "That feels fantastic. Come on sweetheart, fuck it."

Feeling her grind her hips around, he realized she was enjoying it too. Reaching forward, he gave her a vigorous breast massage while he fucked her asshole.

"You're a good fuck," Harold said. "I like good fucks."

Terry was delighted to have this great big sliding penis pushing into her. Whether he was driving into her mouth, or slipping it up her asshole, it pleased Terry. She just wanted to feel that cock in her.

She could hardly wait for the moment when he would slip it into her pussy.

"Fuck it!" he gasped. "Fuck. Come on, baby, fuck it."

Terry realized he wanted her to press forward. She shoved her ass forward, and ground her hips around.

"Oh, just like that!" he moaned. "Yes, baby, that's what I like. Fuck it!"

Terry was giving him a tight ass fuck and he was turned on all the way.

"Beautiful baby," he moaned excitedly, "Yes. That's the way I like to get it. Come on, sweetheart, fuck me."

As he became more intensely excited, his fingertips pinched her nipples. He was hurting her now, and seemed to enjoy it. His eyes were glazed with sexual lust and he was oblivious to any pain she might feel. His own pleasure came first.

"Fuck off," he grunted as he rammed into her asshole, "Oh, fuck off, baby!"

A couple more thrusts and their climax came. His hot white juice exploded high up her rectum.

"Grind it!" he demanded. "Grind your ass around, honey."

She twisted her body, and he continued stabbing into her.

"Oh yes," he moaned. "Fuck just like."

Her tight ass muscles squeezed his penis, milking the juice out of it.

When he had finished shooting, she released her grip on his tool. He eased himself out of her asshole.

She looked at his dripping-with-cum cock and smiled.

"What are you smiling at?" Harold asked.

"That splashing pecker of yours," she chuckled. "I really enjoy seeing it."

"I take it you're not getting enough action from that husband of yours," he said as he lit a cigarette and sat on the edge of the bed.

"That's the truth," Terry said. "I can't run away from it. I don't know whether it's me that he can't respond to, or what, but George isn't giving what I need."

"That's too bad," Harold said. "I really hate to hear it. I know how a woman needs a good fucking every now and then. I keep Betty happy, and it's good. When we have a good fuck, it pulls us together."

"I know," Terry said sadly, "That's what's pulling us apart. George and I just can't make it. I thought maybe Betty could pull something out of him I couldn't. Maybe we're mismated or something."

"Do you think he's impotent?" Harold asked her bluntly.

"I don't think so," she told him. "I really don't know, but I'll admit that when we first were married he gave me fantastic screws. He could always get it up there and he wanted me to do everything. I would suck him and let him stab it up my pussy, and one time he even tried ass fucking me. But he wasn't particularly fond of it, and didn't try it again."

"That was too bad," he said. "I have seen this happen so often. A guy and a gal get married, and it works beautifully the first two or three years, then something happens, the guy just can't seem to cut it anymore."

"I don't know whether it's his work, or whether it's me."

Harold snuffed out his cigarette, and then he looked at her directly.

"I hate to tell you this, Terry," he said, "but, frankly it might not be his work, or you. It might be somebody else."

"You mean another woman?" Terry said.

"Right on," he said. "Let's face it. There are a lot of women hungry for a man. With an office full of cute secretaries, I can imagine how he might be tempted. He's only human."

"I thought of that too," Terry said, "And you might be right. But I've never been able to trap him."

"Well after tonight," he said, "Maybe I can tell you what Betty finds out. If she won't tell you, I can. She tells me everything."

"I'm so glad that you will," Terry told him, "Because I've got to find out. If it's me, I'll learn whatever is needed to make him happy. I really dig him."

"Of course you do, baby," he smiled. "If you didn't you wouldn't have married him."

At this point, Harold's hands were all over her.

"Honey," he said, "how about letting me give you another screw? I could use another fuck."

"Oh Harold," she said, her voice choked with emotion, "You don't know how good it is to see that great big cock of yours."

"Honey, you seem starved for sex," be said, as he straddled her and dangled his dick over her pussy.

Reaching out, Terry seized his pecker.

"I'll guide it in," she said eagerly.

"If you want to," Harold said, amused over bow eager she was to feel him pushing into her.

Slowly she guided his penis into her pussy. She clamped on tight with her cunt muscles and massaged it vigorously.

Harold was happy to see how much she enjoyed him. His wife Betty was a good fuck but she wasn't this hot for it.

"Fuck me," he smiled. "Fuck me, baby. I'll just let you do the work."

He rolled over and let Terry have top position. He gripped her asscheeks as she grabbed his cock with her cunt muscles and became the aggressor.

He loved the sight of her breasts brushing over his chest as his hands continued grasping her asscheeks. He jabbed it to the left and Terry swung her hips to the right.

"Fuck me," he panted. "Fuck baby, fuck. Now you're grinding, baby, come on, fuck it."

She loved the feel of his hot hands on her buttocks -- guiding her and squeezing her as she fucked away. More than that, she loved being on top. It gave her a feeling of power, of domination.

"Oh you've got such a great cock," she said, "It's so wonderful to feel it inside of me."

"You're a great fuck yourself," he told her. "Don't think you're not. It's wonderful fucking you, baby."

Their sweaty bodies slapped against each other as they continued screwing. Terry soon decided to slide up and down on his prick.

"I want to feel that cock of yours," she said. "Oh, that's nice, honey."

He was grinning now as she went to town on his cock.

"I like it when you do all the work, Terry," he said. "That's the way."

He sensed his thrusting cock in her pussy, and knew it was near pay-off time.

Reaching up, he played with her breasts as she fucked him.

"Come on, baby," he told her, "that's the way I want it. Fuck it."

Harold lay back and shut his eyes as she squeezed his cock and massaged it.

"You're doing a great job, honey," he told her. "Just keep that up."

His hands reached up and he stroked her thighs and gripped her asscheeks as she continued vigorously fucking him.

For a moment he thought Terry was doing him better than Betty, but he didn't want to think about that. He had made an agreement that they would enjoy a different playmate now and then, as long as the other knew about it. But they also agreed not to let it get serious.

Nevertheless, the tug of her pussy on his pecker was so pleasurable that he was finding it difficult not to compare Betty's fuck with hers.

Perhaps it was the enthusiasm that Terry was putting into her fucking that made it seem so wonderful. All he knew at this point was that she was doing it effectively.

"Fuck," he panted, "Fuck baby, that's it. Keep fucking."

She continued, grinding her hips around and grasping his slippery cock. He loved the sensations.

"Oh," he groaned, "Yes baby. That's the way I want you to do it."

She continued pumping her pussy up and down on his pecker. He was playing with her breasts now.

"Bend over," he smiled. "Let me lick them."

She bent over, and his mouth moved forward as he sucked her nipples.

"Oh, Harold," she moaned, "I love it when you lick me. Oh honey, keep doing me!"

Harold continued licking her nipples, lightly nibbling.

This triggered her pussy to more action. She gripped him tightly now, and fucked fast and furious.

Harold jabbed into her with sudden hard thrusts as he exploded.

"Oh baby, I'm cumming," he panted, "I'm juicing, baby."

The hot splash of sperm stimulated her. This she couldn't get from her husband, but this was what she needed.

She pumped her pussy vigorously, squeezing, milking the juice out of his pecker.

"Fuck off!" she panted. "Fuck off, baby."

As the steady stream of hot white cum shot into her, she felt herself juicing at the same time. This stimulated her all the way.

"Ah," she groaned in delight, "Yes baby, more. Keep fucking."

The pecker continued jabbing into her, and she drew her legs up to give full entrance.

"Wow!" she panted. "What a fuck!"

She didn't pull off for a moment, but wanted to stay in the same position with the penis into her. Harold, however, was starting to wilt.

Finally, she slid off him. She lay beside him. He wrapped his arms around her lovingly, and softly stroked her breasts.

"Have you been to a doctor about it?" he asked her.

"I haven't gone to one," she said, "Because it's too embarrassing. George says the reason he can't get a hard-on with me is because he is overworked."

"Well," Harold said quietly, "It's hard to know what to do. He might be playing around, or he might be exhausted. Or, maybe you two just don't click. It would be hard for me to understand why he wouldn't want to fuck you. You've got a lot, to offer baby, and there's no reason in the world why he shouldn't give you a good screwing."

As they lay together, she felt the temptation to play with the dangling packer between his legs. It was now obvious to Harold why Terry had been so eager to swap spouses. He could remember when Betty first hinted that Terry was horny for him. Now that he had gotten into bed with her, he realized how right his wife had been.

She went on playing with his pecker, reaching down to massage his balls.

"Well I can tell you this," he told her, "It has been wonderful to get into bed with a woman who really appreciates me."

"Oh, I'm sure Betty appreciates you too," she said.

"Not as much as you do," he admitted.

"Is that right?" Terry winked.

"Yes," he said. "She's started taking me for granted, and that's bad."

She continued massaging his penis back to life, and agreed. Reaching down she cupped his balls in her hand, and then gently tugged and squeezed them.

"You've got a lot to offer," she said. "How long are you?"

"Eight inches," he told her proudly.

"Eight inches of swollen cock," she said. "How many times have you been able to shoot in one night?"

"Well all, night long," he explained, "I got off about nine times once."

"Nine times," she said. "That is fantastic. Was it with Betty?"

"Hell no," he laughed. "That was when I was in high school I couldn't make it nine times now."

"Oh, I see," she smiled.

"You know a man is sexiest around fifteen to seventeen," he said.

"That's too bad," Terry observed. "Right when a kid can't get his rocks off legitimately, he wants it the most."

"Well, isn't that life?" he said. "Just when you want something the most, that's when you have the most trouble. It sure is ironic."

"You can say that again," she said. "When I married George, I figured I was going to get a real stud. He played around plenty in college, you know, and I figured he was one man who could always keep me sexually satisfied. He's real, good when he can get it up, but here is the problem. He isn't able to get it up, and keep it up until he shoots. Sometimes we've been up for hours to get the thing off."

"That must be very discouraging," he said. "Have you tried blowing him to get it going?"

"I've sucked on it," she said, sadly, "Until I was bored."

"Maybe you and I should get together now and then, without telling George and Betty about it." Harold suggested.

"I'm so glad you said that," Terry exclaimed.

"I was hoping you'd catch on. I need you -- and maybe you need some variety too. We could meet at one of those fuck motels. Then nobody would have to know about it."

"Not a bad idea," he said. "Not bad at all. But you can never tell Betty, or she will make a big fuss."

CHAPTER THREE

Meanwhile, Betty was having a delightful time with George.

He was a bit nervous being aware of the fact that he couldn't completely satisfy his wife.

"I'll bet you're a real lover, George," Betty said as she slid over to him and unzipped his fly.

Reaching in, she fumbled around, and met with disappointment.

"Don't I turn you on?" she asked him.

"Oh yes, Betty," he said, "You do."

"Well, you'd never know it," she said, as she withdrew her hand.

"Can I speak frankly, Betty?" George asked, as he relaxed on the edge of the bed.

"I certainly wish you would," she said, as she began undressing.

Watching her helped a little. George felt his balls tingling with excitement as he watched her remove the dress she wore and stand before him in her panties and bra.

"I've been having a little problem lately with my wife," he said.

"I can't understand that," Betty exclaimed. "Terry is a gorgeous woman, and I know she loves to have sex with you."

"Has she said anything about us?" George asked suspiciously.

"No," Betty said frankly, as she peeled off her bra.

George, catching sight of her beautiful bosoms, was stimulated.

"Oh, what a delicious set of knockers," he panted.

"Well I'm glad you like them," Betty said as she moved closer to him.

Reaching out with both hands, he massaged her protruding tits as he talked to her.

"I haven't been able to get a hard-on for some time," he said.

"That's horrible," Betty said. "Have you seen a doctor?"

"I didn't think it was anything serious," he explained, "Because I've been overworked, and I figured it was probably natural for me not to get a hard-on."

"I'll take care of you," she assured him. "I'll do so many things to you, baby, that you'll get a stiff so hard you'll ache."

As Betty continued talking, she slid out of her panties. She stood before him, stark naked, and revealed the shaved box.

"Oh what a beautiful pussy," he smiled. "I like it shaved."

"Does Terry shave her cunt?" Betty asked bluntly.

"No," he said, simply.

"Sweetheart," Betty said, "You take off all of your clothes and I'll do my best to give you a good time."

Betty said it with complete confidence, and it helped George.

He got to his feet, and began undressing. Betty was lying there on the bed, sprawled out and ready. He felt himself getting more and more excited, yet not to the point where an erection was possible.

It was a strange feeling to be mentally stimulated, and yet be unable to respond physically. He couldn't understand it.

"I hope Terry hasn't deballed you," Betty said.

"What do you mean?" George asked her.

"Well there are some women who can do it," she explained. "They come on too strong and it upsets the man's ego."

"Well I don't know whether she's done that or not," George admitted frankly.

Betty glanced down at the penis. Reaching down, she gripped it and massaged it gently. Yet still, it didn't spring to life.

"Let me help you down there," she said. "I think I can give you a real good time."

There was no doubt about it, he was enjoying the hand play around his crotch.

She enjoyed massaging his balls, and was bringing life to the penis shaft.

"Does your wife know how to blow you?" Betty asked seriously.

"Well she isn't too good at it," he said. "Will you use your mouth on me?"

"I think it would help," she explained. "I'll go down on you and do some sucking, and if I can't suck you to life, you'd better see a doctor."

"Well I don't want to go to a headshrinker," he chuckled.

Betty laughed, and told him, "I think that's great. You have a sense of humor about it. A lot of men are so touchy about their pecker when it won't go up, that it's dreadful."

"Have you had sex with a lot of men who had peckers that wouldn't go up?" he asked her.

"Well no," she exclaimed, "But I read about it."

Betty went down between George's legs. She was holding the cock with a disappointed expression on her face.

"Isn't it awful?" George said, feeling a flush of embarrassment come over him as he realized he couldn't give her the entertainment she sought.

"Don't worry about it, baby," she said, "You're going to get that cock up there and you're going to really enjoy it."

As she continued talking to him, she realized that she would have to give him action that would really make him turn on.

"Does your wife ever suck your balls?" she asked.

"Well no," he said, wondering if she would.

"Well that would help a lot," Betty explained, "And I'm real good at ball sucking."

She let her tongue lick along his testicles, and seized his penis and jerked on it. It still didn't spring to life.

Registering quite a bit of disappointment, she figured that the most effective thing now would be a simple ass suck.

"Anyone ever eat your asshole, honey?" she asked him.

"No," George said. "You want to eat my ass?"

"I think it would help," Betty insisted.

George accommodatingly parted his legs so she could have easy access to his buttocks.

With his legs spread, she got down there and gently massaged his asscheeks with her hands as she prepared her tongue for the invasion of his tight asshole.

"Your hands on me feel, real good," George said.

These words of encouragement helped Betty along.

She let her tongue slide along his tight asshole, and then stiffening she stabbed up it.

"Oh wow!" he panted. "I really dig that."

Betty's pumping tongue savagely invaded George's virgin asshole.

He felt his penis tingling now, as the overpoweringly pleasurable sensation of her tongue slipping up his asshole pleased him.

"Suck my ass," he begged her eagerly. "Suck it, honey, oh yes, you're really turning me on."

Hearing that she was achieving her goal, triggered Betty's tongue to savage jabbing action.

"Oh do me," be begged. "Do me."

The hot tongue pumped up there, with urgency. Her hand was pumping his penis as it began swelling. She loved the excitement of bringing George's cock to life.

Opening her eyes, she pulled her tongue out of his tight asshole and slid up the underside of his shaft and decided she would suck the prick to life.

"Oh you know just how to do me," George told her. "Yes, keep that up, that's what I want. More, baby, more."

She was working her mouth now to create a suction in the head of the penis shaft. As she built the suction, his cock got harder and harder.

"Oh wow!" he panted. "I like that. Yes, baby, that's what I want. Keep it up."

He continued thrusting it to her as the sensation got him hard.

"Oh, eat my pecker," he told her. "Eat my juice, baby. Swallow me. Oh, honey, this is great."

It was a moment of triumph for Betty's hot mouth. She was proud of the fact that she had been able to bring George there so quickly. The challenge had forced her to use a little ingenuity.

Having given him a good ass suck, and then by letting her tongue lick along his balls, she had started him on the way to a hot climax.

"Oh I have needed this for so long," he said huskily. "Suck, baby, suck."

George was gasping in surprise, and making sounds that excited her so deeply she felt herself moistening. He was reaching down, placing his fingers in her hair. She loved the way he caressed the back of her head with loving tenderness, as the passionate excitement hit him.

It spurred her to wildness, and she wanted to envelope the total fullness of him in her mouth. As his love shaft slid farther, she felt it touching the back of her throat.

"Oh sweetheart," he panted as he thrust forward. "Do me."

She loved the naked flesh connection. The intimacy of having his penis in her mouth thrilled her. She was feasting on his body, as he reached down with both hands and held her.

"Suck it all," he told her. "Suck it."

She was sucking with the intensity of a woman worshipping.

"Oh," he groaned like an animal growing wild. She devoured his dick.

He was writhing and clawing as he fucked her face furiously.

"Oh yes," he panted. "Yes, more, baby, more."

She opened wider as he thrust in farther.

She felt his balls on her chin, and she loved the feel of it. The excitement of it was driving him crazy. He was thrilling, to the fact, that at last he was hard, as he had been when he had married his wife.

Why he couldn't get it hard anymore, he couldn't understand. But consenting to have sex with Betty was the greatest thing that he had ever done for himself.

He loved to thrust hard and fast.

"Come on, baby," he panted. "That's the way to do it. Come on, baby, fuck it."

He was stabbing his shaft into her, as his hips shifted from side to side. She gripped his hot asscheeks and held on while he thrust.

"Oh baby," he said, "You don't know what you're doing to me. I've waited a long time for this."

She was going out of her head with passion and lusting as he penetrated her throat. His big, thick, long cock was what she wanted, and she realized she had earned it.

With her hot tongue action in his asshole, and her ability to lick his balls, she had brought him to this point of erect excitement.

Her mouth was open, surrendered to him. It hurt her as he jabbed it down her throat. He was moving ft fast, up and down now, and she could hardly stand it. But she knew he was coming closer and closer to the final climax, the moment she was waiting for. That moment when his hot sperm load would shoot into her mouth, where she could gulp his steaming juice.

Finally, he rolled over. He wanted to be on top. She reached up to grip his asscheeks, as he fucked her face furiously.

"Oh keep that up, baby," he begged eagerly. "We're going to make it. Oh I can hardly wait."

He was groaning now as he thrust forward. She liked being in this position. Looking up, she could see his ass pushing at her.

"Fuck me," he told her. "Suck me. Oh baby, we're going to make it."

He was barely able to control himself as his love tool found satisfaction within her mouth. She had performed fellatio on many men and boys, but never before had she seen anyone this stimulated. It was something she could hardly stand herself. She knew it was going to make her cum too.

"Suck it out," he told her. "Suck it out!"

This was what George needed. He wanted his meaty shaft to be worked over by a woman's lips and tongue, to be worshipped orally.

His wife didn't understand how he needed this.

"Suck the juice out," he begged. "Suck the juice, baby."

His throbbing shaft was ready to explode. She was thrilled at the sight and touch and taste of him. But now she, wanted the moment of climax, when that hot delicious fluid would shoot into her mouth. This was what she was sucking for.

As his pecker unloaded in her mouth, she fastened her lips on it tightly. She tasted the delicious cream, as he finished his sex.

"Suck it out," he said gladly. "Suck, baby, suck. Get that juice. Now you're doing it. Oh, that's the way I want it."

He saw her cheeks suck in as she swallowed his sperm.

When she finally released his penis, she looked at the huge cock slipping out of her mouth.

She was delighted at the marvelous time he had given her.

"You sure got a way of sucking on a prick," he told her.

"Well, I just enjoy licking a man's penis," she admitted.

There was no doubt about it, she was a woman who was crazy about sex. She patted his ass as he lay down beside her.

"That was a real feast," she said. "You shot a lot of juice into my mouth."

He told her how thrilling it was for him to get an erection again. She could understand, and now she wanted him to eat her pussy.

"How about licking my box, baby?" she smiled at him.

"I thought you'd never ask," he said as she slid over.

She moved her muff to his mouth, and then smiled down at him.

"I was afraid you were going to choke me with that big cock of yours," she said.

"Oh I loved that," he told her. "I'm going to get together with you again, Betty, and you're going to blow me again."

"Sure I am," she said. "Now use that nice tongue of yours to eat my pussy."

He loved the warm embrace of Betty's thighs, and be could hardly wait to let his tongue slip inside of her. His tongue slid back and forth on her slit and then he was ready to stab into her.

"Oh eat my pussy," she panted. "Yes, baby, that's what I want. Eat my pussy."

She was panting as he let his tongue slip into her. Then he pulled his tongue in and out, and the sight of his slippery sliding tongue flipping in and out of her started her juicing.

He let his tongue lick the juice from her velvety vagina walls, and she trembled with excitement. Reaching down, she ran her fingers through his hair.

"George baby," she panted, "You don't know bow good that feels to me. Keep it up, honey, there's nothing I'd rather do all day than have a man sucking my pussy."

He gripped her hips and she loved the feel of his big hands on her.

"Oh suck it," she panted. "Suck me, baby."

He flipped his tongue around tenderly, exciting her all the more.

She knew that George was stimulated by the fact that he had gotten his rocks off, and now he was doing his best to please her with his tongue.

Reaching up, he enjoyed fingering and pinching, and fondling her breasts and nipples. She loved his squeezing fingertips, as be explored her bosoms.

"Oh George," she panted as she felt every nerve of her flesh come to life.

"I'm going to go off in your mouth, honey," she laughed. "You're going to love it."

She was very stimulated now, and knew she couldn't hold back much longer. Quickly her hot white spray juiced in his mouth. He sucked.

George fastened his mouth to her pussy, eager to please.

"Oh sweetheart," she panted, "I'm cumming in multiples. You're driving out of my mind."

She was moaning as he finished stimulating her.

It delighted Betty to see that George had come alive with her, and that he was equally excited. She looked down at his enormous penis and knew that he wanted her to suck on it some more.

"Oh sweetheart," George panted as he watched her gulp down on his dick. "You sure like to eat cock, don't you?"

She nodded, but she wouldn't slip her mouth off his penis.

When she had gotten it good and slick, she slid off and said, "I'm going to ride your prick."

Straddling him, she seized his penis and plunged it into her pussy.

George lay back and let her do the work. He thrust forward, and felt an enormous thrill shoot through his body. His spine was tingling and his balls were on fire as he reached up and massaged her breasts. She fucked away.

"Oh baby," George panted. "You've really got me going. I haven't been this hot in years. Fuck me."

Betty realized that the swap meet was a marvelous thing for George. He had stepped into her bedroom an impotent man, but would walk out a super stud.

"Fuck me," she exclaimed. "Fuck me."

Her face was flushed and her eyes ablaze with sexual excitement as she swung her hips around.

Raising up, he gripped her buttocks and squeezed.

"Come on, baby," he smiled. "Give me that fuck. I want it."

George's penis was driving deep into her body now, and she loved the sensation. She was becoming aggressive as she wanted to feel more of him in her cunt.

Bending over, she began kissing him on the mouth, ears and neck.

"Oh George," she panted, "I really love this."

She moved off him, and he sucked her right breast into his mouth. It really stimulated her to have him fucking her cunt and sucking her bosom.

"Now, try the other one," she panted.

He released her breast, and she moved over. While he massaged one, breast, he sucked on the other. The plunging cock was almost there.

She massaged her vagina muscles vigorously, as she brought him closer to climax.

"Fuck off!" he gasped. "Fuck off!"

His rock-hard cock exploded. She ground her hips around, squeezing his penis.

"Yes, baby," she panted, "That's what I want. Fuck me."

As she felt the creamy white load exploding in her pussy, she juiced too. George loved the sensations now. The slippery cock continued pumping into her, as she milked him.

"You're a real tiger tonight," she smiled at him. "You're really giving me what I want, baby."

Bending over, she kissed him. Her lip merged with his, and his mouth opened. She slid her tongue inside of his mouth, and he sucked on her tongue. His hands gripped her asscheeks while he continued sucking her tongue.

When Betty pulled away, she looked at George's delighted face.

"I guess I made you happy," she told him. "You bet your fucking ass you did," he smiled.

As she pulled her pussy off his pecker, she felt that his quivering cock remained hard.

CHAPTER FOUR

"Why, George," Betty exclaimed, "That cock of yours!"

"What's wrong with it?" he asked puzzled.

"There's nothing wrong with it, doll baby," she smiled. "I want you to fuck my asshole. How would that be?"

"I'd love to," he said. "You've got a nice fucking ass."

"I'll get on the floor," she said, "On all fours like a fucking animal. Then you can grab me and fuck me."

She got to the floor, and just as she said she crawled around like an animal. George got a charge out of this.

He got on the floor, and crawled after her.

"I'm going to mount you baby," he said. "I'm going to slam it to you."

His pecker was still slippery from the last fuck, and when he finally grabbed her asscheeks and slipped his tool between them, it slid in smoothly.

When he got to her tight anal ring, she bent over and he thrust forward, forcing his cock up her asshole.

"Oh baby, twist it for me," George panted as he reached around to grip, her bosoms.

He squeezed her bosoms as he fucked smoothly.

"Oh it feels so good to me," she panted. "You really are wonderful. I want you to come back when my husband isn't here sometime."

"I'd love that," he said. "If Terry could fuck like you, we could have a wonderful time. But Terry just doesn't turn me on like you do."

He was pumping away vigorously, and she wasn't letting her ass stand still. She was wiggling for him, massaging his cock just the way he liked it.

"Oh you're giving it to me, baby," he panted happily. "That's what I want. That's what I need."

He raised himself up and began slapping her asscheeks as he stabbed her asshole.

"Oh I can play a tune on your ass," he said. "I can be a drummer boy."

As he continued slapping her asscheeks, he enjoyed her body. The sound of his slapping hands excited him.

"Fuck off," he panted. "Fuck off!"

It intrigued, excited and fascinated Betty to have him get such a big charge out of fucking her ass. She ground her hips and squeezed his cock in her hot asshole.

"Oh baby," he groaned, "This is just what I like."

Plunging his pecker in as far as it would go, his balls vibrated on her buttocks.

"Fuck," he said. "Fuck it for me!"

He let her do the work now as his penis remained high up her rectum.

She seized the initiative and ground around.

"Like that?" she smiled back at him. "Yes baby," he told her. "That's the way to fuck. Come, on, baby, fuck it!"

Her whole body began to shudder and vibrate as his pulsating penis stabbed into her again. He loved the sight of her ass as he drove deeper into her.

"Fuck it," he panted as he drove to the hilt. Suddenly his pecker exploded.

"I'm cumming," he told her, "I'm shooting, baby. I'm there!"

He went over and stuck a couple of fingers in her pussy as he finished.

Betty loved the feel of his fingers slipping around her clit. He squeezed her love button and she juiced. Her hot spray trickled down her inner thigh, as his packer continued shooting up her rectum.

"Oh baby," she groaned. "You got me there."

George was proud of himself. He had really enjoyed fucking Betty. The swapping idea was working out magnificently.

He didn't pull his pecker out of her asshole until he had finished shooting. Then he pulled rather suddenly, and Betty had to tell him to be slower and more careful.

"Easy does it," she said.

He slid out slowly then and pulled his fingers out of her twat. He rolled over on the floor and lay there looking at her.

"How are we doing, honey?" she smiled.

"We're doing just fine," he told her. "I guess this is really what I needed."

"It's funny," Betty exclaimed, "When a person doesn't realize what they want until they're married. Then a lot of times it's too late."

"Well that's why a swap meet is great," George nodded. "I've really got to hand it to Terry for suggesting this. I guess she knew I thought you were quite a gal."

"Don't credit Terry with being so generous," Betty exclaimed. "She's wild about my husband. I knew this the first time you came over here."

"Oh," he said, "You mean that's why we're here?"

He scratched his head as he thought about it.

"Of course," Betty laughed, "You don't think she was thinking of you, do you?"

"I didn't know she had a crush on Harold," he said.

"Well you weren't noticing her like I was," Betty said. "Every time she came over here, she said suggestive things to Harold that gave him the idea that he should be balling her. I told Harold that I thought it was quite obvious that she was hinting and if he wanted something to do with her, we could arrange a swap meet."

"Oh that was so nice of you," George said. "A lot of women wouldn't be that understanding."

"Well that's why our marriage has stuck together," she said. "I don't put a fence around my husband. If he sees a woman that he's strung up on, I let him have sex with her, providing that I have sex with the woman's husband."

"I see," George laughed. "There are strings attached. Well, I guess that means that you sort of wanted to get in bed with me."

"How did you guess?" Betty said, smiling slightly.

He wanted one more thing to do with her, and he didn't hesitate to tell her.

"I want to just lick those great big tits of yours," he said. "That would give me a lot of pleasure."

"Sure," Betty smiled. "Anything you want to do, honey."

He bent over her and began licking her breasts. He had a way of massaging one breast and sucking on the other that really pleased her.

"Oh George," she said, "you get me so hot. Don't get me too hot honey, or I'll want you to fuck me again."

George determined that he was going to eat her pussy once he got her hot enough. He moved from one breast to the other and then licked all over her body.

"Put your legs up, honey," he said. "I'm going to give you some good loving."

She flipped her legs up, and then he licked around her asshole. As he let his tongue slip into her ass, she got so excited that her pussy started to moisten.

He kept his eyes open so he could see the moment that the juices started to surface.

"Oh George," she groaned, "You're too much."

George was glad to stimulate and excite her. He had her where he wanted her. He let his tongue slip over her slit until it was time for him to plunge his tongue in there.

When she couldn't stand it any longer, she reached down and grabbed his head and forced him over herself.

"Suck my pussy," she panted. "Do me baby." It added great pleasure to hear her beg him. This was what he wanted, a woman acting as if he was Casanova.

His tongue slid inside her, and he quickly let it sweep around her velvety vagina. He sucked hard on her clit.

"Oh yes," she begged, "that's what I want. Now you're doing me, lover. Oh, ah, yes, baby, yes, that's what I want."

The sensational pleasure she felt, as his tongue slid in and out of her was increased when his hands reached out to grip her breasts and squeezed them.

"Suck," she said. "Suck my juicy pussy."

Betty was correct in figuring it would stimulate George to better pussy eating if she talked dirty to him.

"Suck my pussy," she panted. "That's the way I like it. Oh, stick it in there. Don't be bashful, baby, love me."

The hot tongue jabbed up there and she was more and more excited. Her legs locked around his head, and the warmth of her thighs stimulated him even more.

"Suck my pussy," she panted. "Suck me, baby, suck me."

The hot tongue flashed away eagerly, and he was becoming more and more excited.

"Yes baby," she panted, "That's the way to do it. Come on sweetheart, suck me."

He continued lashing away until he nibbled her clit. That did it. She gushed in his face, and the hot spray tasted delicious to him.

"Oh, yes," she panted. "Suck my cunt. Suck it all."

When he had finished, he slid his tongue out and lay beside her.

"Oh George," she said, "I'd like to exchange you for one week with my husband. Harold doesn't eat my pussy like you do. You appreciate it."

"Well I guess we do sort of turn each other on," he said.

A quick flash of excitement surged over him as he looked at her stripped naked before him. Her beautiful body got him so excited he as afraid if he looked at it much longer he would get so hot he would have to fuck her again!

However, he didn't want to get so stimulated as he realized his wife would be wondering what he was doing.

"Oh baby," she said. "You don't know what you've done to me."

He licked her legs, and then moved from her stomach up to her nipples once more.

"Oh suck my bosoms again, baby," she said. "I want that."

As he sucked her breasts, once again she was writhing and clawing at his head. She was gasping in tortured happy breaths.

"Oh George baby," she told him, "I love this. We should get together."

He reached down and let his fingers slip into her pussy while he sucked on the breasts. She loved the sensation of his fingers slipping inside her, caressing her as his mouth played around her nipples.

Moving forward, he let his tongue slip along her lips. Her mouth opened, and suddenly he thrust his tongue into her and sucked her.

"Oh darling," she said. "We do really turn each other on. I love the way you tongue me. Oh baby, what are we going to do about us?"

"I don't know," he said. "But I sure like to French you."

He went on pumping his fingers into her pussy as he Frenched her. She loved it so much she was trembling. He was afraid that she would want him to fuck her again.

"You're a real pistol baby," she panted, "We could go off again and again. We really could."

"Yes baby," he told her. "You really do stimulate me."

He got her so stimulated she juiced again. And as she turned about moaning and groaning the juice trickled down her inner thigh. He licked her lips.

"Honey," she said. "You're a helluva great guy. You really are. But we've got to watch it. We're both married."

"I know," he said, "And that's what makes me so sick. I just don't turn on with my wife the way I do with you."

"What are we going to do about it?" Betty smiled.

"We're just going to have to go on fucking," he said. "Every time that I can convince Terry to come over here and screw with Harold, I can get a chance at your box."

His arms went around her, and she hugged him.

"You know we're rolling around on the floor like a couple of teenagers," she laughed.

"I know it, baby," he said. "And I feel like a teenager. I haven't gotten this hot since I was a kid."

"Neither have I honey," she told him.

They kissed once more, and then she said nervously, "Harold will be wondering what's keeping us so long. I'm sure I heard them walk out of the bedroom quite some time ago."

"All right," he said. "Let's get out of here."

She got up from the floor and brushed herself off.

"Let's shower together," he told her.

"All right," she agreed. "But we can't stay in the shower very long."

She turned on the water and got it to the right temperature, then she stepped into the shower. George joined her.

"Let me wash your peter off," she told him.

Reaching for the bar of soap, she seized his penis and began washing it. As her hands played with him, he got harder and harder.

"You don't have any trouble getting hard for me, honey," she told him as she looked at his erect cock.

"I sure don't," he told her. "You turn me on all the way."

It was evident that Betty had a way about her that was sexually what he needed. He reached for the soap and took it from her. Then he massaged her breasts with it, enjoying the action.

"Honey," she said, "Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could exchange mates for a week? We could get well acquainted with each other."

"I don't think my wife would go for that," he said. "She's jealous as hell."

"But I told you she was crazy about Harold," Betty reminded him.

"That may be true," he said, "But she still wants to hang on to me. Moneybags. That's all I am to her."

"It isn't right for you to go on like that," Betty insisted. "If a woman doesn't love you for what you are, and not what you have, it's no good."

The serious expression on her face revealed to George just how much Betty cared.

"Thanks baby," he told her, "I know it's the truth. Somehow, honey, it's got to work out. Fucking you tonight was a good beginning."

She threw her arms around him, pressing her slippery breasts to his chest as she kissed him.

"Oh, it feels so good to me," she said. "I love holding your slippery body next to mine with the shower water falling on me."

"Kiss me," Betty panted. "Kiss me again, baby."

Their lips merged as the shower water sprayed over them. Both of them were oblivious of everything except their tongue to tongue contact.

When they finished kissing, they laughed.

"We've got to get out of here," he told her. "We have to, baby."

Turning the shower off, they got out. Then they dried each other off.

"You're beautiful," he told her.

"When a woman is really loved," Betty explained, "She does look beautiful. And George baby, I know you do love me."

"You bet your fucking ass I do," he chuckled.

CHAPTER FIVE

Hand in hand Betty and George walked into the living room.

Sure enough, Terry and Harold were embracing.

"Oh honey," Terry exclaimed, "Harold is such a wonderful lover. He should tell you some of the things he does to make sex exciting."

"Now baby," Harold chuckled. "Take it easy. You're making out that I'm the most fantastic lover in the world."

"You are baby," Terry smiled. "George won't get jealous. Will you, honey?"

"I'm always eager to learn from a pro," George said.

Harold, apparently, was reluctant to talk, and it was necessary for Betty to continue insisting.

"Well if you're not going to tell him about that French tickler you used, I will."

"You use French ticklers?" George asked him.

"Well now and then," he admitted. "Just for variety. Your wife really seems to dig that, so I guess if you want to turn her on you could use one."

"Oh George, you're got to," Terry said. "He has three different kinds. And they are fantastic. You don't know what that does for a woman to be loved like that."

"I'll be happy to," George smiled, "and I sure have to compliment your wife on being a fantastic lover."

Harold didn't know how to take it at first. However, he swallowed his pride and did his best to conceal his jealousy.

"Well I'm glad you two had a good time," he said.

"We certainly did baby," she told him.

"Why don't we have a four-way fuck?" Terry suggested eagerly.

"Oh, we'd better do that another time," Betty said.

She was well aware that George had a problem with his penis. She thought he had done marvelously well to get it up there as many times as he had, and she didn't want to see him in any difficulties.

"I think it's a great idea," Harold agreed.

"Where will we do it?"

"Well the master bedroom is the only one that has a king sized bed," Betty replied. "I guess you'd better do it there. Maybe we should have something to drink before we continue."

George recognized that alcohol might make his cock limp and he didn't want that to happen.

"Just orange juice for me," he told her.

"Sure lover," Betty said, understanding what he was talking about.

Betty brought back the liquor. She let each person take their pick. There was whiskey, bourbon, vodka and orange juice.

"If you have some seven-up," Terry told her, "I'll have a bourbon and seven."

"Sure doll baby," Betty told her.

She went back to the kitchen and got a seven-up. Then the four of them started to drink.

"Let's go into the bedroom," Terry suggested eagerly.

"You're sure hot to fuck, aren't you honey?" George said to his wife, getting a little bit disgusted by how anxious she was to get screwed.

"Well I don't get too much of it at home," she said crisply.

"Now, now," Betty warned, "Let's not bring petty squabbles into our play pen. This is fun time for all of us."

Once in the bedroom, it was easy to see what a good time they could have.

"I've got an idea," George suggested. "Why don't I eat Betty, while Harold gives your ass a good fucking."

"Why Harold," Terry said. "Do you have designs on my asshole?"

"Well now that he mentioned it, it's not a bad idea."

They began arranging themselves on the bed. As Betty threw her legs around George's shoulders, Terry couldn't help become a little bit jealous.

"Don't smother him with your pussy," Terry giggled.

"Don't worry darling," Betty told her. "I want him to eat me."

It was evident why the master bedroom was a better place to fuck. They could all watch themselves in the full length mirrors that covered the sliding closet doors.

"Look in the mirrors, baby," Betty told him. "Watch what you're eating."

Terry was determined to get into the act as quickly as possible. She didn't want to waste any time.

"What's the proper position, sweetheart," she asked.

"Well, I'll tell you," he said. "Get on the bed so you can swing your legs over my shoulders and I'll slide it into you. I like the position where I can play with your tits while I fuck your asshole."

"Oh that's a monster size prick you've got," Terry said, hoping her husband would hear and become a little jealous.

"Are you worried?" Harold asked bluntly.

"Well a little," she admitted. "That is a huge cock. How long is it, Harold?"

"Don't worry about it honey," Harold said, wanting to downplay his super sized prick.

He went to the bathroom and brought back a small tube of surgical jelly that he used on his penis shaft.

"What are you doing?" Terry asked.

"I'm going to get this thing nice and slick, because when I stab it up your asshole, I don't want any problems," he said.

"Oh that's good," she told him.

Gently throwing her leg over his shoulder, she watched him fitting his tool into her.

"Now the other leg," Harold told her.

Raising her legs over his other shoulder, she was feeling his penis slipping smoothly into her.

"Now this will hurt for a minute," Harold admitted, "But hang in there. You'll like it soon."

With a hard forward thrust Harold drove his cock into her rectum.

"Ouch!" she exclaimed. "Stop it. You're hurting me. Oh, I don't like it!"

Harold paid no attention to Terry's protestations.

Reaching out, he gripped her bosoms and gently caressed them.

"Fuck it baby," he panted as he thrust forward.

Strangely, the pain disappeared and the pleasure began.

Terry wiggled her ass as she felt the big cock slipping smoothly back and forth within her asshole.

"Oh that feels good," Terry said calmly.

All the time that Harold was thrusting his cock into her asshole, both men were watching each other performing on their wives.

George was finding a high degree of delight watching Terry get her ass fucked by a vigorous stud. He enjoyed the sight of Harold ramming, with hard, rapid thrusts. More than that, he obtained some personal satisfaction out of the fact that the cock ramming up her rectum had made her wince in pain. He had gotten so disgusted with her way pf acting that he was delighted when she felt a little anguish.

"Fuck it," he gasped. "Fuck baby. Come on, baby, that's what I want. Now you're doing it. Fuck it!"

The hard dick drove in there with ramming thrusts.

"Faster baby," he told her. "That's the way I want it. Churn your ass around, put some action in it, baby, fuck it."

She ground her hips around and soon was enjoying it more every moment.

"Oh yes baby," he panted. "Now you're getting the hang of it. Twist your tail around. Oh yes, fuck it."

George couldn't help watching what Harold was doing. He enjoyed the sight of his hands playing with her bosoms one minute and then reaching under her to cup her asscheeks and squeeze them.

"Fuck off!" Harold panted. "Come on baby, give me a good screwing."

Terry turned on her tail. She ground her hips around, squeezing his pecker as it stabbed her asshole.

"How's that baby?" Terry asked her lover.

"Now you're fucking," he said. "That's what I want. Some participation."

There was no doubt about it, she was participating and Terry was looking at her husband out of the corner of her eye.

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