Since she and Brian hadn’t spoken to each other since the night he’d went out on his own to the party, she’d been puzzled as to what bad actually taken place at the party. Now she knew. Apparently Brian hadn’t missed a trick-or a chick. He had touched all the bases and had rammed his prick up all the entrances. The pictures clearly and lucidly showed him with his prick up cunts, assholes and in mouths-female mouths.
Sharon’s note had been explicit about what had happened. She explained that the pictures of Brian had been taken before they had shown the film she’d made at the studio. Her note also hoped that they would become regular members of their new group, if they worked things out.
It had been almost a week since their blowup about him going to the party alone. A week of silence and strained relations. She was horsed off at him for going it alone. She gave him the silent treatment. He had joined her in the silent bit, not so much because she was horsed off at him, but mainly because of the film he had observed while attending the party. The film of his own wife getting gang fucked by the three big cocked bastards-in color and with sound effects.
His witnessing of the film had been quite a shocker. It dawned on him that the film must’ve been made before the swap party. The evidence had been all too clear. She had made the film to spite him. To get even with him for wanting to go to the party alone. It was frightening. He had gone along with her silent treatment while he, too, mulled over what had happened between them.
Sharon had been the catalyst in the whole thing. The exotic girl, with the loose morals, and the marvelous shape, had pre-arranged the whole thing. She definitely wanted them both to become members of the new group of swappers she and Duke were forming. To her, this had been a logical way to get them with it. She had gone this route before. She hoped it would work again this time.
After recovering from the shock induced by Sharon’s note and pictures, Denise had dropped off a thank you note to Sharon, and had indicated that they would probably be able to work things out so they would both be in attendance at the next group meeting.
Stepping from the bathroom, after a warming shower, Denise slipped in under the covers. Though she and Brian were horsed off at each other, and barely speaking, they still slept together in the same bed. A difficult task but they managed it, without talking, or touching. A battle of will power.
Reaching under her pillow to assure herself that the pictorial evidence was in place, she turned to Brian and said, coldly, “I guess it’s time for a showdown.”
Brian, who’d been reaching over to flick off the light, sat up in bed instead. In an equally cold tone of voice, he snapped, “Yes, I would say it’s about time for some explanations.” Regarding her icily, he said, trying to keep his voice level, “The first thing I’d like you to tell me about is that movie I saw. The one of you and those three guys. That was made before the swap party. Care to tell me about it?”
Denise, who’d been rehearsing what she would say, if, or when, they got around to it, merely smiled. “What’s to explain? I was only doing what you yourself did, over and again at the swap party. The one you went to-without me!”
“But that was after you appeared in that film!”
“But not before you said you’d be going to the party without me!”
“What’s that got to do with it?”
“Don’t be so stupid. You decided to go to the swap party alone. That kind of left me free to do what I wanted to do. I figure if you can make such a decision against my wishes, there’s no reason I can’t make a decision, too. So there.”
He shook his head. “That’s a stupid argument. I only wanted to go by myself first, to see what the parties would be like. I didn’t want to subject you to an ordeal you might not like.” His explanation sounded lame, even to him. “I was very much embarrassed when Sharon showed that lewd movie at the party. My own wife and three strange men. Hah! It was mortifying.”
“If you hadn’t gone to the party you wouldn’t have seen the film. Right?”
“Of course, but what’s that got to do with it?” He sounded mystified.
“Everything! You know I’m against swapping. The whole thing is your idea. When you flat came out and mentioned that you’d be going to the party by yourself, I knew I had to do something to get even. When Sharon came over a few days before and suggested I make the film, I figured, what the hell, I had nothing to lose. You were going to have a good time. I might as well have one, too. So there!” She pouted.
“But you made that film before I went to the party!”
Reaching under her pillow, Denise pulled forth her evidence. Handing the snapshots to him, she snapped, “Recognize yourself, lover boy?” Her voice was filled with discontent and anguish.
He stared at the photos and blushed as the memories swept to his mind. He’d had a ball that night. He’d gone from girl to girl like a piggy-nuzzling, sucking, fucking and bung-holing. He had only been vaguely aware that pictures were being taken of him in action. He’d been concentrating too much in the business at hand to worry about what anyone else was doing, especially Sharon with a camera.
“What’s these pictures of me got to do with the film I saw of you?”
“These pictures of you were taken before you saw me in the film!” Her voice contained a note of triumph. “Before!” she repeated. “That means you were already in high gear in these girls before you saw my film. Can you explain that? Why? Why were you fucking all those girls while I was sitting home alone that night?”
He flopped back on his pillow. He’d been trapped and he knew it. His pretty young wife had outfoxed him. His feeble excuse that he should attend the swap party as an observer went by the boards when viewing the pictorial evidence. Evidence that had been taken before he’d viewed the lewd film.
“I… I…” He groped for an excuse. None was forthcoming.
She bored in relentlessly, a smile of triumph on her face, “You didn’t want me to go because I might be subjected to a bunch of horny bastards. You said you’d go and see what it was like, first. Hah! It didn’t take you long to start acting like a horny bastard!” She fingered the lewd photos.
He sighed. “Okay. Okay. You win. You outfoxed me. Now what?”
Denise got onto her side and faced him. He was still on his back, staring vacantly. “That’s up to you. Remember this entire swapping idea is yours. You’ve gone to a regular group party. You know what it’s like. Do you want to become an active member of the new group? With me, of course. Or should we skip the whole thing, and forget about swapping?”
Having gotten her message across, she was willing to forgive and forget. She stroked his long dark hair and peered intently into his eyes. “Do we really need swapping, dear?”
Staring deep into her eyes, he murmured, “It was fun, believe me, hon.” He pulled her atop his chest and shoved a few kisses onto her lips. She had left off her nightie and was nude. He had on only his pajama bottoms.
She needled, “Yeah, I know what you mean. Making that film with those three men was fun, too!”
He flushed, but continued kissing and fondling. He slid her completely on top. Her lush breasts crushed hard against his hairy chest. “I love only you, hon.” He stroked her bare butt.
“Sure. Sure. You love me, but you enjoy fucking other girls. Hah!” She pouted.
“I’ll admit I enjoy screwing other girls, just like you enjoyed getting fucked by those three guys. But you don’t love ’em, do you?”
“Of course not. I don’t even remember their names. One was Joe. The other was Bill. I think the other one was Henry, or was it Harry…?” she mused.
“There. That proves the point.” Brian felt his point getting hard. He kicked off his pajama bottoms and aimed his hardening cock up between her legs. He teased it against her pussy.
She spread her legs wider and eased her pussy down. His cock slid inward and she gently began moving in rhythm. A slow rhythm. It was Friday evening. They could spend all night loving since neither had to get up early the next day. “Shove. your point in me!” She giggled.
“What I was thinking, hon., is that maybe we should give it another try. With just one other couple, instead of a group. A group session is really wild. Maybe if we just find the right couple and have a few meetings, then we can decide whether we want to continue, or forget the whole thing?”
“You mean a couple like Duke and Sharon?”
He shook his head. “No, I don’t think we should continue with them-just yet. They go more for the group thing. I had another couple in mind.”
“Who?” She stopped grinding her cunt onto his cock and eyed him suspiciously.
