Then, his finely attuned ear heard the tread of boots along the hallway upstairs. He listened intently, knowing that it had to be Gene Barber. There was the sound of a door opening and closing followed by relative silence. Well… Gene must have, gone back to his own room! That means Cheryl is alone!
He'd do it, he decided. He'd go up there and fuck her half silly… right now! The little bitch! Draining his glass he bounded up the steep stairs, wondering vaguely how he'd feel going into her, knowing that another man had just spilled his sperm into her cunt… that she would still be naked and snuggled warmly down into their bed, the afterglow of sex still in her, as her body relaxed and savored the new experience.
Frank was passing the closed door to the Hardings' room, when he heard the unmistakable voice of his host say, "You really know how to turn a man on…?" He stopped and turned back to stand quietly by the door for a moment. Then, there was a short silence followed by a groan, which he recognized instantly as a man's moan of pleasure. "Aaaaaaaaggggghhhhhh…!" And, there was only one possible woman, who could be giving him that sexual satisfaction: Nancy Barber! Gene's wife!
His idea changed suddenly. It'd be one hell of a lot of fun to make it with the wife of the man, who just banged my wife! Idly, he wondered what would happen if he just went in there and made himself part of a swinging trio. He knew, now, all about the Hardings, and he knew, also that Nancy had been one of the participants in a three-way orgy with them that first night. I'll bet she'd welcome it! Knowing that he was taking a chance of being rejected but willing now to dare it, he grasped the doorknob and twisted it quietly. The door opened a crack, his avid eyes glancing through the slit to take in the erotic scene on the bed. Nancy, he saw, was crouched down between Jim Harding's long legs and although he couldn't actually see what she was doing, her position and the bobbing of her head above his loins made it obvious. He was looking directly at the rounded white moons of her voluptuously sculpted buttocks, and below the sparse, auburn hair surrounding the fleshy lips of her pussy was clearly visible. He gaped for a moment, as he saw that one of her hands was down between her thighs, her fingers rubbing hotly into the furrow of her cunt. Below, inside his pants, his throbbing cock lurched with further excitement. I'll be damned! She's sucking him off and playing with herself, at the same time! He knew then that it would be all right. All he had to do was offer her something better than her fingers. And, I've got it, by God, right between my legs!
Softly, Frank Paynter opened the door. Forgotten was his determination to fuck his own wife. Gene Barber's wife was right there before him, vulnerable and possibly even more receptive. God! He couldn't wait to bury his cock in her!
Jim Harding saw him come through the door and guessed what he had come for as he noted the lurching bulge in Frank's pants.
"Welcome to the party, Frank," he said amiably.
Paynter came into the room and stood beside the bed, looking down to watch Nancy's mouth lewdly absorbing and re-absorbing his host's turgid cock. As she heard his name spoken, Nancy stopped with a little startled "Oh!", her mouth coming off the head of Jim's penis to look up at him. "Frank! What…?"
The younger man's hands were already reaching out to smooth caressingly along the satiny-white skin of her back, and her eyes on a level with his cock, bulging out against the cloth prison of his pants told her more graphically than words the reason for his being there; even so a pink flush colored her cheeks as she shivered under his caressing hand.
He was there touching her now, his hand cupping the magnificently rounded moon of one of her buttocks. Boldly, Frank forged ahead, saying, "I've got something a lot better than your hand for you!"
Quickly, instinctively, Nancy reacted, removing her hand from between her legs and feeling a tinge of embarrassment about it that she hadn't felt for a long time. "You mean… you want to fuck me…?"
"You're damned right I do!" he told her, his hand going down, now, to the soft moist flesh of her vagina, his middle finger slipping up inside to move twirlingly just inside the opening.
Exasperation in his voice, Harding grated. "Damn it, do we have to have a summit conference about whether you do or don't? Get your cock out and start giving it to her! She'll love it, won't you, Nancy…?"
Before she had a chance to answer, Jim's strong-fingered hands were there reaching for her head and guiding it downward toward the desperately yearning head of his cock. Her lips parted automatically, ovalling to accept the red-velvet corona into her mouth; then, as Harding guided her head in its bobbing course up and down the pulsating length of it, Frank Paynter saw and felt the undulation of her hips back against his teasing middle finger, which told him in body language that her answer was: yes!
It took him all of fifteen seconds to strip off his clothes. Then he was climbing up on the bed behind Gene Barber's young auburn-haired wife, excitement rising in him almost to the bursting point.
With trembling hands he reached out to her again, reveling in the warm silkiness of her flesh, as his hands massaged her full-mooned buttocks, his eyes raking over the reverse curve of her nipped-in waist and the long smooth expanse of her back showing the outlines of her ribs and backbone slightly under the milk-white, almost translucent skin.
The aching throb of his cock reminded him of his fear of coming too soon. This time, damn it… I'm going to make sure! I'll have her ready to explode before I ever shove it in her!
Using the strength of his arms, Paynter hauled Nancy up from her crouching position, until her buttocks were waving obscenely high in the air, and his hands ran down over the soft taper of her thighs on the outside. Then he was crouching down behind her, his hands working up the soft inner flesh towards her excitedly waiting pussy. As he approached the apex, Nancy shifted her weight slightly and parted her legs to allow him full access to the moistened opening nestled there, waiting none too patiently for his ministrations. Her pelvis gyrated back toward him in a further urgent invitation.
Frank uttered a groan of anticipation for the one thing he had always wanted to do with his own wife Cheryl, but which she had consistently refused him; now undulating before his avid gaze was the moist, coral-pink pussy of Nancy Barber, who offered it to him without question. His fingers were there spreading the fleshy lips of her cunt apart to reveal the inner petals all bedewed with ready moisture, the tender flesh of her cuntal opening beckoning to him like a lighthouse as his eyes focused at close range like one hypnotized. God! He stretched his neck forward the short distance and his tongue lashed out sinuously to bury its pointed tip deep into the moist warmth of her vaginal passage. Gratefully, he inhaled the heady feminine perfume of her loins and reveled in the tang of her interior secretions on his tongue, while below, between his legs, his cock jerked with anxious excitement.
Using his tongue as a substitute penis, Paynter thrust it in and out of Gene Barber's wife's undulant cunt. He felt the erotic shock of the electric contact in her body and knew that she felt it… and was enjoying it. Actually, it was exactly what she wanted… what she had hoped he would do to her. An animal-like mewl of pure sexual pleasure emanated from deep in her chest, its sound muted by the presence of Jim Harding's thick and lengthy cock in her mouth.