During the session, Duke bad suggested they make it a foursome, but she had reneged. She wasn’t quite up to watching Brian fucking Sharon-at least not yet. True she’d gotten a glimpse of him in action-and in Sharon at the start of the session, but Brian hadn’t watched her in action.
They had left Duke and Sharon the following morning after giving a vague promise that they could be counted upon to become members of the new group they were forming.
A promise she had no intention of keeping!
Now, several days later, and with the passing of time, the memory of the first time began to recede. It was time to catch up with normality. Tonight, after taking a shower, she deliberately left off her nightie. She crawled into bed, naked as a jaybird and cuddled up to Brian. “It’s time for some serious talking, dear.”
Brian, who had on only his pajama bottoms, squeezed her close. “Oh? What’re we going to talk about, hon.?”
“The night we spent with the Edwards. We’ve been ducking the issue long enough. Let’s bring it out in the open.” She flopped over, straddled his stomach and peered down at him.
He blushed. The memory of his night with the exotic Sharon was still with him. He’d never before met such a hot girl as Sharon. The things that girl did with her body! His prick began stirring at the memory. The girl had taught him some new trucks he’d never even heard of before.
“What do you want to know about that night, hon.?”
She wiggled her ass around on his stomach and regarded him severely. “It didn’t take you long to get your prick into Sharon.” She pouted. “When Duke and I walked past the bedroom, you were already fucking her. It was as though you could hardly wait.”
He nodded. “Sharon sure came on strong,” he admitted. “She practically raped me. How’d you make out with the fat boy?”
It was her turn to blush as she recalled the tricks she’d learned from Duke. The ass fucking, the body licking, the hot flicking. “He came on strong, too.”
Brian felt his prick hardening from the way Denise was sitting on his stomach and rubbing her ass against it. He, too, had learned a new approach. A rear end approach. Several times during his session the exotic Sharon had offered her asshole to him. He had entered it, time and again. A wonderful experience.
“H’mmmm. I guess we both learned-something, hon. Now, the question is-what next? Do we become regular members of the new group they’re forming?”
Denise eased far down and pressed her lips to his. “Do you want to?” she whispered.
“Do you?” He countered, reaching down and tickling his cock against her asshole.
“I asked you first. Beside, you’re the man of the house. You make all the big decisions.”
He frowned. For several days, ever since that night, he’d been mulling the invitation over and over in his mind. Duke and Sharon had outlined the possibilities. A half dozen young couples. They’d meet about once a month, probably at Duke’s place, since he had his entire basement set up for such events. The way Duke and Sharon outlined it, the possibilities were unlimited. Handsome guys. Pretty wives. A few singles.
Complete free love, with no holds barred.
Group session, or private bedrooms. Fun and games. Unrestricted love. Beautiful people letting their hair down and thoroughly enjoying each other. Some picture taking. Some exhibitions. Anything goes.
Duke and Sharon had painted a marvelous picture of what could be while they were chomping at bacon, and eggs the morning after their first night, and just before he and Denise had taken off for home.
Brian had some reservations about the set up. He knew that he’d enjoy the action. He’d always had this thing for beautiful girls. In college he could never get enough fucking from the coeds. He’d been known as a coxswain and had been much in demand. He enjoyed sampling all the female merchandise available. Duke’s invitation to lust intrigued him. Duke mentioned movie starlets, models, cover girls and some well known TV personalities as being members of the group.
Blondes, brunettes and redheads. All shapes and sizes.
They would be all his for the plucking-and fucking. No questions asked. The husbands would willingly give him cracks at their wives cracks… as long as he was willing to share Denise’s crack with them!
That was the rub to the entire thing. He was more than willing to take cracks at the other cracks, but he wasn’t too keen about letting Denise’s little crack get banged around by other bastards. Even now, he had troubled thoughts about the first swap they’d engaged in. He could visualize fat Duke shoving his fat cock into Denise’s tiny pussy, and it wasn’t a pleasant thought.
He reasoned it was okay for him to fuck other girls, but it wasn’t right for his lovely wife to get fucked by other men!
He realized this line of reasoning was faulty. It wasn’t the real swapper’s credo, but deep inside he knew that was the way he thought. It caused him great mental anguish. He mulled over it again and again. If there was only some way in which he could be the family swapper and Denise wouldn’t be-swapped!
Sucking in a deep breath, he made his pitch. Reaching down, he scratched her tiny snatch, and said, “I sure hate the thought of other guys fucking this pretty pussy, hon.” He dipped a finger into the tiny crack.
Denise wriggled and accepted his finger fucking. She squealed happily and eased her cunt up and down on his finger. She could feel his stiffening cock bouncing against her asshole. “Okay, then we’ll forget about swapping!” Her voice was filled with joy.
He shook his head. With his free hand, he fondled her swinging tits, while shoving his other hand around on her snatch and teasing his cock around her bunghole. “That’s not exactly what I had in mind, hon.”
“Oh?” She reached around and tried to steer his cock into her shit chute. An impossible task from the way they were positioned on the bed, her sitting on his stomach, but it was worth a try. She moaned when she felt the cockhead slide up to her asshole. “And just what do you have in mind?” A suspicious thought merged with her lustful thoughts.
“I was thinking that for this first big group party at the Edwards, I could go there by myself-just to see what it’s like,” he added hastily when he saw her expression change. He tried keeping his cock pressed into her bunghole.
Denise hopped from the bed, a stricken look on her pretty face. “You want to go to a swap party by yourself?” Her voice was suddenly shrill. Her brown eyes contained glints of anger and surprise.
He nodded and sat up on the edge of the bed, reaching for her. His cock was bone hard. He smiled disarmingly. “What I was thinking, hon.,” he explained haltingly, “it might get kind a rough. I mean, with a half dozen assorted couples hanging around making love to each other. It might be pretty heavy. I don’t want you to get hurt.” He reached for her.
“Hah!” She backed away from his groping fingers. Glaring down, she snapped, “You’re not worried about me getting hurt! You just want to have all the fun yourself. Some swapping that’d be! Me staying at home, while you’re at the party, screwing all the girls in sight. Hah! What do you take me for a damned fool!” Her eyes blazed in outrage.
“Aw, hon., be reasonable.” Rising from the bed, he backed her into a corner. “I’m only thinking of your welfare. I love you too much to want to see you get hurt.” He cradled her to his embrace and stroked her nudeness. He had slid from his pajama bottoms and he, too, was nude. He pried his stiff cock between her thighs.
She tried to maintain her hurt dignity, a difficult thing to do with a stiff cock nipping at her moist pussy. “I’m wise to you, dear. You want to sample all those other wives first. Then, if you’re satisfied you’ll bring me along the next time. If they don’t please you, you’ll forget the whole thing. I’ll be left out in the cold. Unh-unh. I’m not about to fall for it, you bastard! Either we both go to the party, or it’s no deal!”
He sighed and cradled her closer. He stroked her bare back and butt. At times she was an unreasonable girl. This was one of the times. What he was proposing was for her own good-and his, too, of course. It wasn’t too unreasonable a request. He was the head of the house. It should be up to him to sample the new group. Then if he approved, he would deal her in the next time.