His tall muscular host was standing now, and was in the act of stripping off his shorts, revealing the long hard lance of his cock standing out rampantly from the hairiness of his loins, his eyes boring steadily down at Frank's wife as he said, "You're all ready to fuck, now… so why don't you let me hear what you want?"
Cheryl only moaned something unintelligible and Jim went to the couch and scooped her petite, elfin body up in his strong arms. Carrying her a few steps closer to the fireplace, he put her down on her back; as he did, her softly sculpted thighs spread invitingly wide and her pelvis undulated up suggestively toward him as he lowered himself over her, wedging his slim hips down between her widespread legs. "Well?" he urged, leering down into her passion contorted face.
"Oh, God, Jim… just go ahead and do it… t-to me!"
Again he coaxed. "Do what, darling?"
His chunky cock-head went down into her cuntal-slit, the huge blood-filled smoothness of it in electric contact with her throbbing clitoris. Slowly, his hips flexed and he rubbed it teasingly against the throbbing little bud.
Frank's wife was so far gone, so thoroughly aroused and desperate that she was ready for almost anything, but somehow the humiliation of asking to be fucked was something at which she balked. Soft mewling moans issued from her throat, and a desperate hand slid down between them in an attempt to grasp and guide his hotly pulsating male-flesh to the yearning portal of her cunt.
Catching her hand, Harding forced it back even with her shoulders; for good measure he gripped her other hand the same way. "Do you want me to fuck you…?" he asked her harshly then.
"Y-Yes! Oh, God, yes! Don't torture me by making me wait!" Cheryl moaned.
"Then say it!" he insisted.
"All right!" she flung back, throwing everything away for her great need. "Fuck me, damn it! Shove your cock into my c-cunt… and fuck me! Hard! I want you to fuck me! Right now!"
She surprised Jim, but one listener was even more taken aback. Frank had never heard his wife say those words. It was almost as though she were saying them to him, instead of to their host. Deep inside Nancy's now subsiding cuntal sheath, his cock lurched with desire. Goddamn it! I've got to fuck her! Now! He eased his throbbing cock out of Gene Barber's wife's cunt, and she stirred languorously, asking, "What's wrong, Frank? Don't leave me… now…!"
"I've got to!" he explained. "I'm going to fuck my wife!"
"Then… you didn't cum inside me…?"
"No! Couldn't you tell?"
"Oh, I was too involved!" Nancy told him. Then, watching Jim Harding there on the floor with Cheryl, she said, "It looks like she's already spoken for!"
Flaring out angrily, he grated. "She's my wife! I'll fuck her if I want to!"
"You may have to share her with Jim, darling!" Nancy suggested gently.
"We'll see!" he barked and crawled the short distance across the floor. "Cheryl!"
His wife looked up at him through vision-dimmed eyes. "Frank!" she gasped. "You're here!"
"You're damned right, I'm here… and I'm going to fuck the ass off you!"
Confused, she looked from her husband to Jim Harding, who had just driven the enormous shaft of his cock deep into her vagina, where it lay buried like a great log, expanding lurchingly against the tight sheath of her forever stretched cunt. It felt so deliciously filling after she had adjusted to its huge presence. Now, with an anticipation, she had never felt before, she was waiting for him to begin his virile thrusting in and out of her… the real beginning of the coupling for her. Below, her hips rotated demandingly, saying as clearly as her words of but a moment before, "Let's fuck! Now!"
"Oh, Frank! I–I hoped you would!"
His voice remarkably controlled, Jim said, amiably, "No chance, right now, Frank! She's mine… but I'll let you do whatever else you want to!"
"But, she's my wife!"
"True… but this's a swinging party… and she's one I haven't balled yet!"
Cheryl tried to follow their conversation. The only solution she could think of was to take them both.
"Jim! Frank!" she cried. "I–I want both of you… t-to fuck me!" She didn't really know how it could be done, but that's what she wanted.
"Okay, Cheryl, baby… if that's what you really want." Harding grunted, wrapping his arms around her and turning agilely to his back, bringing her easily into position above him, her petite body no heavier for him than a couple of sacks of flour. "Your husband can fuck you in the ass!"
At that moment, Charlotte voiced her coming climax, and Cheryl's head swiveled toward her, to see Jim Harding's black-haired wife gored from behind by Gene's battering cock in her rectum.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuggggh!" Charlotte screamed. "Fuck it! Hard!"
The pudgy lawyer drove deep up into the soft sponginess of her rectum for his final effort, for he, too was cumming, his expanding cock jetting the hot white stream of his semen deep into her clutching rear passage. He squealed out his delight and collapsed heavily on top of her.
Cheryl watched them slide down to the floor with fascination, still locked in the obscene coupling, and strangely, Charlotte's passionate outcry rang resoundingly in her mind. God! Is it really possible? She seemed to enjoy it!
The moment before Charlotte's screaming climax, she had been ready to protest Jim's proposal; now, as she felt herself skewered on top of him, her buttocks exposed vulnerably to her husband, who was even at that very instant, kneewalking in behind her, his hand gripping the shaft of his mightily throbbing penis, she wasn't sure what she would do.
"Is that what you want, Cheryl?" Frank was asking.
"Oh, God, I–I don't know! I don't know!"
Instinctively, she began to pump her own hips, absorbing and reabsorbing, Jim's thick length up into the searing depths of her cuntal sheath, as he reached up to massage both of her breasts with his paw-like hands, twirling the elongated nipples, back and forth between his thumbs and forefingers. "Come on, Cheryl," he urged. "Let's fuck while you're trying to make up your mind! I can't wait any longer!" His hips pounded up at her, countering the wild rhythm she was setting.
Frank, kneeling there behind his wife, saw the other man's cock, going into her, and he was almost beside himself with frustration and desire. The son-of-a-bitch!
"I'll make up your mind for you, Goddamn it!" Frank growled.
He came in between Harding's long, widespread legs, his hands reaching out to the rounded softness of his wife's jouncing buttocks, as she moved almost hypnotically now feeling the riotous sensations surging through her.
Grasping the soft pliant mound of a buttock in each hand, he spread them wide and nudged the fiery head of his rock-hard, pulsating cock into the crevice to make contact with the crinkled, hairless opening of her anus.
"Don't do it yet, Frank!" It was Nancy Barber, who husked into his ear. "You've got to stretch her out a little bit, first!"
"Why?" he challenged.
"Because you're so heavy hung, stud!"
He stopped. She was right, of course, and the fact that she had called him stud pleased him no end. It was a new role… a new self-image for him.
"Yeah, I guess you're right!" he admitted.
Cheryl had cringed away from him, while at the same time she had continued her fucking movements, skewering herself on the massively hardened rod of Jim's maleness, knowing that she couldn't stop even if she'd wanted to. She had to have cock filling her cunt, and she didn't really know what she would have done, if Frank had tried to put his cock in her there!