the sensitively tuned cord just below the throbbing head of his cock on its underside.
'AAAaaaaaaggggghhhhh!' Jim Harding groaned with inordinate relief as Nancy's mouth came down over the almost ready to explode head of his wildly pulsing cock, her ovalled lips slipping over the tender male-flesh firm and tight, while inside her mouth, her tongue swirled tantalizingly around his swollen cock-head like a carrousel out of control.
Then, as her head began a slow bobbing up and down the turgid shaft of his penis, Nancy Barber stopped her caressing stimulation of his balls, and that same hand stole down to her moistly ready pussy. With the same slow deliberate tempo her fingers massaged the tiny, desire-hardened bud of her demanding clitoris. She was willing to gain her own satisfaction in that manner while giving her utmost to Jim Harding. Actually, it was not quite as satisfactory to her as a tantalizing tongue — either a man's or a woman's, but she always gained exquisite pleasure that way. It seemed to her that she always had, for she was hard put to remember a time when she hadn't been able to bring herself to a soaring orgasm.
Taking his drink to an easy chair near the fireplace, Frank Paynter tried to sort out his feelings about his wife Cheryl, knowing that another man was in their bedroom with her doing what he so infrequently did himself, lately. Not by my choice, though! By hers! It was true that he had told Charlotte he hoped somebody would get next to her and turn her on, but now that it was happening, it was all he could do to remain seated in his chair and maintain some semblance of calm. His imagination ran wild, wondering how she was acting with Gene Barber. Damn! Do you suppose he could really make it with her? A feeling of jealousy, mixed with his temporary feeling of inadequacy raged through him, torturing him, as he thought:… And, if he does fuck her… where does that leave me, her husband? I live with her, and I can't get to first base more than half the time! Christ! If she takes him on… I'll break her neck!
By the time he was nursing his second drink, he had finally come around to thinking that perhaps Gene Barber was really performing a valuable service for him; especially, if he was able to make it with Cheryl. Hell! Maybe she'd even get turned on enough to start swinging! He doubted it, but it was a kind of nice thought. Suddenly, he realized that as he had sat there drinking and thinking, he had been unconsciously listening, straining to hear any sound coming from above, which might tell him something of what was going on up there. The palms of his hands were wet with tense sweat, and he found that he was sitting bolt upright, his body wound up tight like a coil spring. Consciously, then, he forced himself to sit back relaxed in the comfortable chair. He took a healthy draft of his drink and told himself: Hell! I've just got to let nature take its course! She hasn't kicked him out yet! Again, he tried to conjure up a vision in his own mind, in which he tried to picture his lovely wife lying under Gene Barber's pounding cock, her thighs spread obscenely and taking all he could give her. Somehow, the scene wouldn't jell in his mind's eye; he was always seeing himself ranging deep up into his wife's tightly sheathing cunt. Then, below, he felt the blood pound into his cock's shaft, its tumescent length throbbing there inside his pants reminding him of how long it had been since he'd fucked his own wife. Goddamn it! That's what he wanted more than anything else! It was his own wife he wanted to fuck!
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
