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.
“Why don’t you be reasonable, hon.,” he murmured, continuing to stroke her asscheeks and press against her tits. He kissed her tenderly and eased his cock further between her thighs. “I’m only thinking of you,” he lied, his dark eyes innocent and filled with love for her.
She felt her outrage seeping away. Damn him. The lying bastard-with the big prick. If only he didn’t get her so hot. If only his cock wasn’t teasing against her cunt and causing her to turn to jelly. Maybe the bastard did have a point. It would be embarrassing if they both went to the party and she chickened out, or things got out of hand. Maybe the husbands and wives would be a bunch of dogs.
Her initial impression of Duke had been very negative. He was far from being a handsome man. As it had turned out, he’d been quite a lover boy. Her thoughts became all jumbled as Brian toyed with her tits and nuzzled his prick against her snatch. She was becoming like putty in his hands. He had always been the strong one of their marriage. The decision maker. Maybe there was logic in what he was proposing.
Seeing her indecision, Brian pressed home his point-and his cock. He eased her back to the bed, laid her out on her back, and knelt between her legs. He stared humbly at her gorgeous little pussy and his thoughts jelled more firmly.
Damned if he wanted to subject this lovely little cunt to a pack of swapping guys.
Yet, he felt he owed it to himself to get a few shots at some strange nookie. It was a man’s prerogative. Now if he could only convince this little knot head with the little pussy to let him be the family swapper.
Smiling benignly, he eased his big cock into her tiny cunt and began stroking. “Let’s not argue about it anymore, hon.?”
She nodded and began humping up and down eagerly. Tears misted her eyes. She didn’t want to argue with her wonderful guy. The guy with the wonderful cock. “We’ll discuss it later,” she sobbed, wiggling her ass happily and accepting his offering contentedly.
He beat down a slight smile of triumph. He knew he had her won over to his way of thinking. His little bride would go along with anything he dished out. That was the way it should be. Gleefully, he pounded his cock into her willing cunt.
She met his thrusts, but though it was a wonderful fuck, there was something lacking. She couldn’t concentrate entirely on the exotic moment.
A nagging doubt remained in her mind. A doubt that couldn’t be completely erased by a big cock shoved deeply into her cunt.
CHAPTER 6
”…and that,” concluded Denise, Brian wants it to be.”
Sharon pursed her lips thoughtfully. She had dropped by her new friends house, early this morning, with a definite purpose in mind. She had found Denise near tears and loaded with a tragic tale to pour into someone’s sympathetic ears. She had settled down with a drink in the living room of Denise’s house and had listened to the pretty young wife spill out her tale of woe.
“H’mm. So Brian wants you to stay home while he comes to our party alone?”
“Exactly!” sobbed Denise, dabbing at her eyes with a hankie. “He wants to have all the fun and leave me sitting at home, wondering what he’s doing. It ain’t fair to me. Not only that, it wouldn’t be fair to you and Duke. There would be an uneven number at the party.”
Sharon smiled and patted Denise’s knee. “That’s not much of a problem, darling. We often have uneven numbers in our group meetings. But I will admit it’s unfair to you, but that isn’t unusual either. We often find husbands like Brian. They want to be swappers, but they’re reluctant to let their wives swap.” She chuckled. “What decision have you two made about his suggestion?”
“I told him we’d talk it over, but the way I feel the answer is no-hell no! I’m not about to let him go to your party by himself!”
Sharon eased back on the couch, sipped at her drink, and murmured, “Maybe you should let him go alone.”
“What?”
“It ties in nicety with the reason why I dropped by to see you this morning.” Sharon glanced at her watch. “The reason I’m here is to try and talk you into coming into the city with me today. To this studio where we hold our practice sessions for our TV shows.”
