pumping thighs, and puddled on the bedspread beneath her quivering young body.
'Keep sucking, keep sucking, don't stopppppp!' John moaned convulsively levering forward and trying to shove his spewing penis even further down her willing throat. 'Suck my cum., suck all of my cummmmmm! Harry wailed behind her.
Then, as if their mutual cries of enrapturement were the final trigger of her own cumming, Jill felt the beginnings of that wild, soaring, drifting ride take hold of her wantonly excited flesh. She gurgled and squealed around John's still ejaculating cock, never once losing a single droplet of the molten fluid. She climbed and rode the crest of her orgasm to the impossible height which she had come to know so well in the past two days, that fabulously delirious height which was the only thing worth seeking in the whole, wide universe. On she came, thrashing, climbing, her whole being wracked by the unbearable ecstasy of her passion, the two beautifully hard cocks skewering into her, taking her higher and higher to the pinnacle of hedonistic pleasure.
And then, finally, she collapsed forward on the bed, the two bliss-giving penises slipping from her cum-filled mouth and her forever stretched rectum with loud, wet simultaneous sounds of love. In her stomach and breasts, there was a pleasant burning sensation, and she thought in her gentle return to earth that it was the blending of all three cums, all the juices having flowed there from whence they were pumped into her and from her own secreting glands.
She felt her head being lifted and placed on a warm, hairy thigh, and Harry's soft voice said, 'Rest now, baby. After you have, we'll all fuck again, and I promise you it will be as good as it was just now. I'll fuck your mouth, and John here can have your asshole… or your cunt, if you'd like it better that way… how does that strike you, John?'
'Fine. Just fine,' Barnett grinned lewdly, turning to Jill. 'You're everything Harry said you were, baby, and more. You're going to be a welcome addition to our little group.'
Our little group? What does he mean? Jill wondered drowsily, her brain still drugged by the banked fires of her lust. But she didn't dwell on John Barnett's words. Instead, she drifted off into a semi-dream world of satiation, at peace with herself and with her role as a complete sexual being.
She could hardly wait for the three of them to join together again, to feel their two giant cocks taking her once more on that wonderful journey into carnal bliss, as they had promised to do… and she knew they would do…
And as they subsequently did.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Tom Parker was awakened from his light sleep by a knock at the front door to the cottage. Turning over on his side, he looked as though he were surprised to find Gay Sommers nakedly lying by his side, as beautiful as always in the aftermath of their spent passion. That morning had been exhausting; Gay had excited him again and again, far more than he would have ever thought possible, and had again and again satisfied him in ways he had never suspected existed.
The knock on the door came again, and Tom got up and quickly slung his bathrobe around his shoulders. He crossed to the front door, and then paused briefly.
'Yes. Who is it?'
'Who do you think?' laughed Harry Sommer's voice from the other side of the door.
Tom opened the door to find Harry and his wife standing outside, arm in arm, Harry clothed in his own bathrobe, and Jill covered with one of Harry's wife's. The two stepped into the room, and Jill crossed into her husband's arms.
'Are you all right?' Tom asked her, with some concern in his voice.
'Of course, darling,' Jill smiled up at him, and then she kissed him with infinite tenderness.
'Sure she's all right,' Harry laughed, 'What did you expect? And how are you and Gay?' fine,' Tom answered somewhat self-consciously.
Harry crossed to the door of the Parker's bedroom, and looked in to Gay sitting up in bed. She smiled broadly at him, and waved comically.
'Well, everything seems to have worked out all right, wouldn't you say so, Tom?' Harry grinned.
'Yes… yes I guess it has,' Tom answered, looking at Jill, and smiling with a meaning both of them understood clearly.
'Well, that's great!' Harry cooed, and then turned to his wife. 'Come on, Gay, let's leave these two love birds to themselves.'
'Coming, dear,' Gay answered, appearing at the bedroom door. 'Why don't you give me the bathrobe you're wearing, Jill, so I can make it back to our place in comparative decency?'
'Oh, of course,' Jill said, and disappeared into the bedroom, appearing shortly dressed in her own bathrobe, and holding out Gay's to her.
'Say, listen, you two,' Harry said. 'There's a party over at our place tonight for the whole group of us from Jamieson… you know, the Barnetts, the Wellingtons, the Prescotts… I hope you'll be rested enough to be there.'
Tom looked at Jill, and she nodded. 'Sure, we'll be there,' he smiled. 'But Harry… I mean I don't want to imply that I'm not having a good time, or anything, but… well, I thought Jamieson was meeting down here to get some work done. When do we get on with the business?'
'The business?' Harry queried, grinning over at his wife.
'Yeah…1 mean, the week's almost half gone, and we haven't met together, or.
'Wouldn't you say the four of us have met together, in a certain sense, Tom?' Gay laughed. Tom blushed, and looked a little confused. 'I didn't mean that kind of business,' he managed.
'Oh, but Tom,' Harry grinned, 'that's the only kind of business'.
Tom, more confused than ever, looked down at Jill, but she seemed just as lost as he.
'I don't understand. I mean, you've got the four top executives from Jamieson here, and.. and what do you think they have been doing while we've been together; Tom?' Gay Sommers smiled.
Tom hesitated, the truth beginning to work its way like a breaking dawn into his brain. 'You mean.
'Exactly, Tom my boy,' Harry laughed. 'I'm surprised you haven't caught on sooner. The Barnetts, and the Wellingtons, and the Prescotts, have all been amusing themselves in much the same way the four of us have for the past couple of days. That, I'm afraid, is the business of this conference.'
Tom was dumb struck. He couldn't believe it! All the time he had been so preoccupied with the tumultuous events in his marriage, and he hadn't even thought about the others. Of course! They must all be in on it! Suddenly, Jill began to giggle, quietly at first, and then louder, and Tom had to join her. They looked at each other, and laughed out loud, laughed for their naivet‚, their susceptibility, their relief
'Tom,' Jill coughed, almost choking on her words, 'We're members of a… a… a swap club!' And both of them howled from the incongruity of the situation, while Gay and Harry Sommers stood by perplexed, taking their turn at being confused.
'I don't get it,' Harry said. 'What's so funny?'
'Nothing… nothing…' Tom managed to gasp through his laughter. 'Only everything, that's all…'He made his way to the sofa, and collapsed nakedly down on it, his face beet red.
'Well, I think you two are crazy,' Gay giggled, 'Completely nuts! Come on, Harry, let's get out of this place before these two loonies give us whatever they've got.' And she took her husband's arm and began to steer him toward the door, more and more infected herself with the contagious laughter of the Parker's.
'No… no… it's all…' Jill managed to say, trying not to look at her husband.
'We'll see you at the party tonight, Tom?' Harry mumbled, as he disappeared out the door.
'See you two tonight, then,' Gay said as she left. 'And come prepared for anything. This is a wild group we've got here.' And smiling, she closed the door behind her.
For a while Jill and Tom laughed. on, unable to avoid the completely amusing, and yet painful realization of what had actually happened in the past few days. To come from the depths of a dissolving sterile marriage, from the frustration and torment of a disastrous sexual relationship, to the ultimate membership in some kind of swap club, and all that in the space of only two short days… it was too much to comprehend! Finally, the two of them
