He'd always known he had a sexy wife, but until now, until he'd seen her in this incredible dog-pile of lusting flesh, he hadn't realized just how sexy. He'd never really seen her fuck before. Just that one time when he'd caught a glimpse of her just before she'd cum, when Harry was fucking her from behind.
By God, maybe he'd been a fool to put so muck effort into outside fucking when he had a piece of tail like Jill right in his own home. His wife!
But maybe it was all this extracurricular fucking that was making her so attractive to him. He'd never been so turned-on in his life. His flesh broke out in goose pimples as he remembered the snug hot feel of Sue's tight cunt wrapped lovingly around his cock, remembered how lovely she had seemed as he stared up at the gorgeous, sensual young blonde.
But was she any better than Jill? Not really. Just someone new, someone beautiful, someone to take the boredom out of fucking the same old hole, no matter how good a hole it was.
Well, now that he was more aware of what a prize he had at home, Hal vowed to pay more sexual attention to his sexy young wife – if there was anything of her left.
Hal watched all the hard bock surrounding his wife – one in her cunt, one in her mouth, and one in each hand.
The men surrounding Jill began to lose control. The cock in her left hand began spouting sperm. The man on the other side of her stared at his climaxing companion across Jill's body. With a groan, he threw his head back and started cuming, too. Twin arcs of jism shot through the air, spattering over Jill's tits, over her throat and belly. She shuddered as she felt the hot fuck-cream trickling over her skin.
Then the cock in her mouth started shuddering. She tried to get ready, but it was hard with a cock ramming up her cunt at the same time.
When the man with his cock in her mouth started cumming, Jill could barely swallow. Sperm gushed out past her lips, running down her chin, dripping onto her neck. She choked and coughed, having trouble breathing.
But when the man whose cock she'd was sucking collapsed limply backward, Jill was relieved. Now she could concentrate on the cock in her cunt. The cock that really mattered.
"Oh, shit, you sonovabitch – whoever you are!" she wailed. "For God's sake, fuck me! Fuck me hard! Shove your cock all the way up to my throat! Fuck me until I howl!"
Completely lost to herself, Jill now existed only as a mass of lusting, quivering flesh. She felt the man's cock plowing deep into her cunt. That cock was the only thing that mattered. And when that cock started spurting its slippery load up into her womb, Jill lost the last of her self-control, spanning wildly in complete surrender.
Hal, watching, turned away from his writhing, cock-stuffed, cum-dripping wife, the image of her wild fucking still in his mind.
Jesus! He'd never known. He'd really never known!
CHAPTER EIGHT
But Jill had been affected by seeing Hal fuck Sue, a woman she didn't like. It had hurt her a little, and out of her hurt grew a certain coolness toward her husband.
After the excitement of her first orgy, it seemed almost ridiculous to Jill to fuck quietly at home, with just her husband. They went to another swap party the next weekend. But once again, Jill spent no time with her husband. She was very popular with the other men at the party and that thrilled her.
Hal became more and more exasperated. He began to tell his troubles to others. To Harry and Anne. When the unhappy, horny husband had left, the two old-time swappers, husband and wife, nodded at each other knowingly.
"Time for a little therapy for Jill," Harry said, looking meaningfully at Anne.
The next afternoon, Jill was surprised to have Anne visit her. "What a nice surprise!" she exclaimed, genuinely pleased. She liked Anne.
The tall redhead came into the living room. "Got anything to drink?" she asked innocently. She knew alcohol might make Jill a little less up-tight while she was talking to her.
A few minutes later the two beautiful women were seated on the couch, sipping tall cool drinks.
"Well, how do you like the swapping scene?" Anne asked, looking absently into her glass.
"Love it!" Jill said exuberantly. "I never before realized there could be so many different ways to get turned-on. So many different shapes and sizes of cock."
Anne was silent a moment. "Tell me, Jill… do you think swinging helps your marriage to Hal or hurts it?"
Jill's face fell. At the mention of Hal's name her mood darkened. "I… I don't know," she confessed.
"If you don't know, then you're in trouble," Anne said. "What is it? Do you get jealous?"
"Oh, I don't know," Jill said miserably. "One maybe, with that woman Sue. But, you know… we were having trouble before this all started. Maybe… maybe I'm afraid if I give too much to Hal, it'll somehow wreck all this wonderful new stuff… all these experiences… all this fucking."
"It doesn't need to," Anne said. "Why don't you…"
"Oh! Hal's home!" Jill suddenly said, springing up from the couch. Both women heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. Jill was sorry, because she realized she needed this conversation with Anne.
But Anne smiled. She had planned it this way. She knew very well what time Hal usually got borne, and had wanted to be here, with Jill, when he did.
Hal came in the door. "Honey," he said tiredly, "shit, what a day…"
His voice trailed off when he saw Anne sitting with his wife. Memories of the many times he'd plowed his cock up into her big juicy cunt came back to him. But what the hell was she doing here? Somehow it made him nervous to see Anne with Jill.
"Hi, Hal," Anne said, in her throaty, cool, but tremendously exciting voice. "I'm glad you're home. I want to talk to you two."
Both Hal and Jill were uneasy. But they were also intrigued.
"What do you mean?" Hal asked.
"Harry and I have noticed you and Jill were a little tight with each other. That you hardly ever touch each other at a party. We think we know why. We went through that ourselves when we first started swinging. Okay… I'll tell you straight. I came over here to see if I couldn't help do something about it. Could you use a little help?"
"Yeah… yeah, I guess I do," Hal confessed. He turned to his wife, who looked miserable. She nodded dumbly.
"Well… then come with me," Anne said, standing up and starting out of the room.
"Where are you going?"
"The bedroom, of course. Where else?"
Anne had enough personal power to draw the others after her, although Jill was apprehensive and Hal nervous. Once in the bedroom, Anne started casually taking off her clothes.
"But what do you want us to do?" Jill blurted out.
"Just make love to me," Anne said casually. "Both of you."
"But… but I don't know if."
"Come on. Do it for me," Anne said to the somewhat younger Jill.
She reached out and caressed her brunette friend's head. Jill just nodded. She'd try. As for Hal, he was already getting hot just watching Anne undress. She had stripped to the waist. Her gorgeous tits swung free. He remembered how solid and warm they felt. And as she took off her skirt and got ready to step out of her panties, he remembered her red pussy hair, and the warm deep slit underneath.
But having Jill here made him nervous. It seemed every time she watched him fuck somebody, she got weird. What he'd forgotten was that she'd seen him fucking Sue just too many times. Sue and hardly anybody else at the parties.
"Come on, you two. Take off your clothes," Anne said, prodding the confused young couple.
Hal complied readily. But Anne had to go up to Jill and help her start. She knew this was a critical time. But if she could just get the young brunette naked…
Jill let Anne take her blouse off. "You have really beautiful tits," Anne said, cupping one of Jill's firm round knockers in her hand, gently stroking the nipple.