'Straddle me, my dear,' he said, holding out his arms to her, 'ride me like a horse.'
The young wife did not hesitate. She was too ready, far too far along. Instantly, she was atop him, her legs straddling his waist. She grasped his giant pole in her hands and guided it, unerringly to the moist warmth of her hungry cunt. She dropped her weight back on him, absorbing all of his prick within her in one movement, his rock-hard flesh ramming up into her vaginal vault, filling her completely and flicking past the tip of the cervix as it bottomed in her.
Suddenly, he flexed his hips upward, driving his cock even further into her as he felt the silky moistness of her pussy enveloping him with throbbing, searingly hot flesh, her body squirming above him uncontrollably.
She began to move now with wild abandon, rotating her hips and driving her cunt up and down his hardened cock, taking all of him in her velvet-lined cunt with each stroke. She found that by inching her body forward and supporting herself on her hands that she was able to move her hips more freely, and she began furiously to pump her soft, quivering buttocks up and down on him, faster and faster in the inexorable rhythm of love, locked fleshily to him by the erect phallus between them.
The fact that this was a new position for the usually shy inhibited wife did not even phase her. She was too absorbed in the concentration of sensations in her cunt. The freedom to move, to command her own direction and to set her own speed was sheer ecstasy, and she was lost in the morass of never-before-experienced sensations.
Bareback and bareassed, Alyce rose him as if she were riding a Brahma bull at a rodeo, taking all of his cock with every jump, unbridled and frantic, fucking him for all she was worth, her hips writhing and pounding against him, rising and falling, swirling in great grinding rotations, her breasts hanging to his chest, the nipples spiking into him, her belly rubbing sweatingly against his hairy loins, as she leaned further forward.
He held the thick length of his prick rigid for her, allowing her to move on him, her wet cunt sliding on his length, out of control. He could not match her beat, so he raised his hips higher, offering up his manhood in sacrifice while she danced the ritual sex dance above him. He put his clenched fists under his buttocks to raise his cock higher to her thrusting, pummeling cunt.
As if going for a blue ribbon, she rode the unbridled, mad bull of a man and it was a never-ending contest, until suddenly she was on the verge of winning the championship. She dashed her mount into it, and she felt it coming at last, a sort of molten lava surrounded and consumed her, the liquid racing through, inside her, and she was at the brink of cataclysmic orgasmic release she strived for which had been denied to her by her newlywed husband.
Clay, beneath her, had finally found the rhythm of her headlong ride and rose to meet her churning movements. He thrust up at her, measuring her with his searing rock-hard cock, trying to bury his fleshy shaft deeper into her belly, until they were one in the blazing, flashing inferno of orgasm.
Rockets lit up her brain as she felt the whole of her quivering, pent-up being brought to the brink, erupting in her belly like a Roman candle shooting forth its colorful stream of sparks into every part of her salaciously aroused body. His plunging cock brought her well-earned, spewing reward from her wildly panting labors.
Beneath her, she heard Clay's harsh cry, frothing forth from his lips, and she could feel the jetting flood of his seminal fluid, sperm-laden, thickly white and viscous, hosing into her from that hardened instrument of lust and pleasure.
'Aauugghhh! It's almost…' And with a desperate and final squatting, ramming motion, she forced his spewing prick deeply into her and she was there! 'I'm… aaaahhhhh… ccummingg!'
Alyce Frampton sat up, his jerking cock still moving in her. She threw her arms high as if she had found true happiness at last.
In her dazed sexual reverie she leaned down to Clay and captured his mouth with her own, ramming her tongue into his mouth, savoring the taste of him, and she was supremely happy and at peace with herself.
And then she remembered something. 'Does this mean that Eddie won't lose his job,' she asked timidly.
'We'll see, my dear. It depends on your performance tonight. This afternoon is just the preliminary round. Tonight at my house with your husband will be the real test.'
CHAPTER SEVEN
Nina Marsdale received Eddie and Alyce Frampton at the door of their magnificent home with grace and tact, not revealing for an instant her wild adultery with Eddie. Her restraint was remarkable. She knew that she would get him into bed again before the night was over. She knew also that her husband, Clay would have Alyce. Where it would go from there was anyone's ballgame.
They moved easily into the crowded game room and were served drinks by the bartender that Alyce had seen at Nina's for her afternoon cocktail party. All of the tennis pros and members of the board of directors of Marina Tennis Clinic were there. Eddie, of course, knew all of them but Alyce had a little trouble recognizing some of them out of their usual tennis whites.
Alyce soon found herself talking to a buxom brunette with strikingly expressive brown eyes.
'I'm Zelda Watson,' the brunette volunteered. 'We met briefly the other afternoon at Nina's cocktail party. You're Alyce Frampton, aren't you?'
'Yes, Zelda, how are you,' she said politely, noting that the older woman was slightly under the influence of alcohol. She was slurring her words but was speaking slowly to make herself understood.
'Nice party,' Alyce offered. 'I've never been in this part of the house. Is this the game room?'
Zelda glugged down the last of her drink and leaned closer to Alyce, lowering her voice, she whispered, 'The real games rooms are upstairs in the bedrooms. That's where the most points are scored.'
'What games? What do you mean?' Alyce asked naively.
A look of startled disbelief crossed Zelda's face. Her voice raised an octave. 'Are you kidding? Don't you know? Is this your first party at the Marsdales'?'
'Why yes, except for the other afternoon. Oh, I did have drinks over at Marina one afternoon waiting for Eddie…' Alyce said feeling a little uneasy for the first time.
'Well, babe, you'd better drink up. You're going to need it!'
'Why?' Alyce queried, still not fathoming what the woman was intimating.
Zelda moved so close to Alyce that her breath was almost burning her cheek. 'When the people from the Marina get together it's not just to talk about tennis. This is a swap party. I thought everyone knew about it. Before the night is over you're going to be fucked and not by your husband. Your husband will be sticking it to someone else. Of course,' she added, 'You can watch if you prefer that. You get the picture, dearie?'
Alyce didn't answer for several moments her mind a mass of conflicting emotions. Her first impulse was to get up and run out but she was in too deeply now. Now not only was there the problem of Clay's having video- taped her husband and his own wife but there was now her own adultery as well. Oh why was life so confusing? She was just going to have to stay here and make the best of it.
'You mean to say all of these people here swap?'
The slightly drunk brunette nudged her suggestively. 'You got it! They fuck their brains out actually!'
Just then a tall, silvery-haired man who was deeply tanned sat down on the other side of Zelda on the upholstered sofa. His quick familiarity with her led Alyce to believe that he must be Mr. Watson, but Zelda introduced him as Jeff Mitchell, one of the founders of Marina.
As Zelda had turned to talk animatedly with Jeff, Alyce was about to get up to move to another location when Clay Marsdale entered the room. He immediately called for attention.
'I want everyone to have a good time tonight and I'd like to introduce a new couple. Some of you have met them already but anyway here's Eddie and Alyce Frampton.'
There was a round of applause as he continued, 'We hope that they will enjoy their participation in our little get together.'
Marsdale chuckled along with his guests after that comment.
The wealthy man went on, 'We have a little entertainment tonight for you. We have some videotape you might enjoy. Lights, Jackie, please…'
