Dottie hurried back home when she heard Eddie's car pull up in front of their house trailer, or mobile home as he liked to call it. She had stayed over at Peggy's too long and completely forgotten that it was nearing dinner time and her husband would be home. "Yoo-hoo, darling, here I am!" she called cutely, well aware that half the homecoming husbands on the street were feasting their eyes on the well-shaped curves so scarcely concealed under her pale pink bikini. "I'm over here, honey!"
Eddie Mangum wore a thin tight smile even at this hour, after a day at the office that had begun with a cup of coffee and two doughnuts at an all-night doughnut stand at seven this morning. His smile was the badge of his profession, and, like his comrades of the backslap, handshake and telephone call, he wore it proudly. Eddie – never Ed or Edward – was a PR man, a public relations account executive with Randolph and Phitts and was fast earning his star as number one man around the offices downtown. At thirty, he had his career mapped out for him and he did not mind particularly a couple of years purgatory here in Virginia if it would advance his standing. "Hello honey… good afternoon, Peggy!" His wife was at his side now and he caught a quick glance of old Cecil Wilkins across the street nearly falling out the door trying to get a better look at the good looking brunette inside that flimsy bikini. "C'mon, let's go inside and cool off. We don't want to give the local hayseeds too much of a free show, now, do we?"
Dottie laughed huskily and put an arm around her husband. "Those hillbillies? They wouldn't even know what to do if I dropped my bikini pants and waved them at them!"
Eddie pulled open the glass storm door and they went inside. "Don't kid yourself, Dottie. Some of these boys are pretty slick!"
"Slick! The only thing slick about them is the grease they put on their hair!"
"Oh, honey, you kill me, the way you talk! I know it's not exactly the greatest place in the world but you know it's only for a couple of more years and then we'll be moving to one of the bigger offices."
She shook her head. "I don't care, it's still the armpit of the world and I miss California! We don't have any real friends here and we don't ever get to… well, you know."
"Yeah, baby, I know. You don't get to swing here because the police would probably lynch us publicly if the word got out… if the neighbors didn't do it first."
He was right and she could not deny it. It was not easy to remember how they had become a part of that southern California "swingers" society but somehow it just happened. Maybe it was just a small party they went to at first, she thought, but it all seemed so long ago now that it was hard to be sure. They had never planned it, of course, but all of a sudden they were just in it. Small groups at first, then larger pool parties with all the girls running around topless and then the men jumping out of their bathing trunks and wow! All those big thick cocks swinging around and everybody fucking and sucking and God knows what! Oh Christ, it made her all wet and warm in her bikini bottoms just thinking about it! One night alone she had gone into the bedrooms with eight different men! Eight! And every single one of them had fucked her until she saw stars and she remembered she had screamed so loudly from sheer ecstasy that the hostess had to come in once and quiet her down so the neighbors wouldn't complain. Oh, California, those were the days!
"Wistful daydreaming again?"
"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry… yes, you're right. I'll be all right now. It just gets me down sometimes living here. Especially when I remember the good times back in California. I sure wish we could get something going here!"
"Well, stop wishing! You know that sort of thing is out of the question!" he said imperatively. Then he added, "However… if you do, be sure to include that sweet piece next door!"
Dottie laughed and reached for the hooks that held her bikini top together. "Still got the hots for Peggy Davis, huh? I don't understand… she's certainly nice enough, but she doesn't seem your type at all."
"Oh yeah, maybe she's a little country, but baby, those bazooms! Jesus, she's got a pair of knockers on her that just won't quit!"
"Now you're turning into a tit man, eh? I thought you were a fanny-grabber from way back!"
"I am, I am! But she's no slouch in that department either. Man, would I ever like to throw the ol' meat to that little honey!"
Dottie had wriggled out of her bikini top now and her rich full breasts had spilled free of their cups and swung tantalizingly down to her chest, twin white melon-shaped islands in a sea of tanned flesh, capped with the crinkly dark half-dollar nipples that peered at him like an extra pair of eyes.
"Anything wrong with the knockers you have at home?" she purred seductively, one hand under each breast, lifting its soft weight lightly and holding the resilient mounds up and out in unmistakable offering to her ambitious young husband.
"Oh baby, you know better than that!" her husband exclaimed, hurriedly getting out of his white shirt and tie. "Let me at 'em!" he cried and pounced on her like a sailor on a five dollar whore. All at once his lips were everywhere on her naked flesh, warmly licking the hardening tips of her nipples, tracing a path with the moistness of his tongue-tip between her proudly bulging peaks of feminine flesh.
His hands coursed over the smoothness of her bare back and down over the lust-inciting swell of her shapely buttocks, as his fingers probed deeply into the moist and hairless nether cleft and his thumbs hooked in the tight elastic strip of her bikini, pulling it down and over the full womanly curve of her ass-cheeks. She spread her thighs just a little so that he could tug the tightly-fitting swimsuit bottoms down along her long lithe legs and she stepped out of them with a little shiver of anticipation and excitement. She liked being naked, it felt good to her, and if there was a man there too it made it all so much more exciting! Her husband's tongue dropped from the tingling fleshy mounds of her breasts and traced a thin trail along the smooth flatness of her belly, rubbing over the soft, nearly invisible little hairs that led the way to the fluffy vee-shaped mound of pubic softness below. She shivered again, more violently this time, as his tongue made its initial electric contact with the nerve-filled bud of her tiny pink clitoris. "Ohhh, God, Eddie, that's so good! Your tongue there on my clit like that is fantastic, fantastic!"
He had pulled himself free of his trousers and undershorts without ever once taking his tongue away from the fragrant dampness of her warmly secreting vaginal cleft. Christ, it was so delicious! It was uncanny, but there always seemed to be something different about Dottie… some exotic forbidden taste she had to her there that was so good it was addictive!
She pushed him away firmly but gently and for a second he looked up at her with a puzzled expression but when he saw that certain little tight grin spreading across her beautiful face, he knew what was coming. God, how that woman liked to suck cock! Man, she could eat four before breakfast and still be hungry!
Dottie looked down into her husband's eyes and pushed on his shoulders until he took the hint and let himself fall backward onto the carpeted floor. Christ, how she wanted him now! Nothing could turn her on like the hot hardened feel of a good thick cock there so deliciously in her mouth. And when it squirted its scalding thick load down her throat all she had to do was merely squeeze her thighs tightly together to massage her clitoris between the moist warm lips of her vagina and she would cum like a speeding freight train!
The heavily panting brunette was trembling with anticipatory excitement as she leaned over her husband to trail her full lips wetly down over the taut muscles of his hairy stomach. Then, lifting her head, she purred softly, "Ready, lover? You want your big hot prick sucked, baby?" He moaned under her practiced touch and she kept it up, knowing he liked it when she talked like that. Most men did. It seemed to appeal to their baser instincts and it never failed to get the action started. Her fingernails scratched lightly over his stiffened hardness which was so achingly erect there jutting out from the slight paunch of his abdomen. She crawled in between his spread legs to hover on all fours with her face just above the towering red length of his lust-engorged penis, knowing that he could feel her heated breath on him there and he was squirming in eager anticipation of the feel of her moist warm lips clasped tight around his aching rigidity.
Eddie choked out a muffled grunt as he lay on the living room rug, and she began to stroke his thickened rod of male hardness first with one hand and then between both hands with a slow, pressuring motion. He groaned again, thrusting his loins upward as the warm wetness of her tongue-moistened lips closed over the sensitively throbbing head of his now steel-hard cock.
"Mmmmm," she cooed excitedly and he groaned once again, reaching down and knotting his fingers in her shoulder length brown hair to guide the rhythm of her now lewdly bobbing head. She knew he would be lifting his head now to watch her contorted face as she lustfully stuffed all of his fleshy hardness between her ovalled lips. It made the sensation that much more exciting when he could see the thickness of his sinewy cock buried between her eagerly sucking lips, just as it always did for Dottie whenever she could actually see her husband's laving tongue as it washed into the open moist crevice of her pinkly throbbing cunt.
And now Dottie's rapt attention was centered solely on the pulsating hardness fucking deep into her mouth. Sometimes, just to make the enjoyment even more exciting and wicked, she would close her eyes and pretend that it wasn't Eddie's cock in her mouth at all, but some other man's. Mr. Conner, the muscle-bound garage mechanic that lived down the street. Or perhaps Rick, the delivery boy who brought the groceries when she left an order at the Super-Save Market instead of driving into town to the big stores. What difference did it make? A cock was a cock and it was true, she did love to suck them! Any cock! Just the taste of them started the ol' juices flowing down there between her thighs and pretty soon she would be so wet that there would be a big damp spot on the insides of her legs if she kept them together. With these lewd thoughts in mind, she sucked up and off his rigid hardness then and began to play over the purplish spongy glans with the tip of her tongue, boring teasingly into the tiny wetness of its little end-slit the way she knew every man liked. He shook beneath her slavering tongue as if he were feverish, and once more she worked the heavy outer layer of foreskin up and down, finally drawing it all the way back to slide her warm lips down over the hardened fleshy organ, enclosing the swollen, blood-filled knob at the end in the hot moist pressure of her mouth. She tightened them elastically around its solid thickness and again began moving her head around in the lewd motion she knew her husband liked to see.
"Suck it baby, suck it!" Eddie gasped loudly as she gently cupped the leathery sac of his cum-laden testicles with one hand and stroked the base of his heavy-veined penis with thumb and forefinger of the other. At the same time, she twirled her saliva-moistened tongue spiritedly around his smooth warm cock-head with every upward suck, letting the tip flick maddeningly into its tiny split. She felt his buttocks flex, and was certain that his head was raised and his eyes were still upon her, watching the lust-provoking spectacle of her obscenely bobbing head presented for him.
With her woman's intuition, the cock-hungry brunette sensed rather than felt his throbbing reaction and began to suck his throbbing member harder, the tips of her teeth gently scraping the resisting flesh, leaving wispy bloodless trails beneath the surface of the skin. With an uncontrollable feeling of masochism, Dottie began taking more and more of it into her mouth, sucking it toward the shelter of her throat, sliding her hands down beneath his tensing buttocks to pull his loins up tighter toward her face. Furiously, with the passion of a savage animal, she swirled her tongue around and around the lust-swollen knob of his cock until she knew it was nearing the bursting point and would soon explode in a torrent of thick pleasure-giving cum that would gush down her throat and fill her completely with its seething warmth. Almost every inch of its thickly rigid length was buried down her clasping throat!
Remembering her little secret thrill, she tightened her thighs together then, massaging their supple resilience rhythmically against one another to squeeze the pink hair-lined lips of her cuntal crevice together and massage pleasurably the tiny bud of her quiveringly erect clitoris. Almost immediately great swirls of familiar heat began to pressure her in the seething fury of her naked loins and belly. She felt her desire-swollen breasts swaying erotically beneath her in time to her every slaving movement. Below her, the muscles of her husband's belly began to tauten like steel bands as he arched his hips up off the carpet to push his pounding cock-flesh even further into the sucking cavern of her wetly enveloping throat. Eddie began to moan then as if in great pain, the signal for her that he was almost there and she set herself determinedly, fervidly straining her slim girlish thighs and cuntal muscles to join him in the ultimate moment of his sweet climax. She knew that just one taste would be all she needed. One pungent drop of his hot sweet cum and her own belly would explode in rapturous ecstasy!
Suddenly he groaned and then gasped hoarsely, "Shove it down there, baby! All the way, you sweet cock-sucker, all the way! It's cumming, honey… it's… Aaaaaaaahhhhh!"
With a shuddering chill of passion that rocked through both of them, the voluptuously working brunette sucked with savage fury until every last thick drop of his viscous load was swallowed deep inside her. Wildly she sucked as he emptied his semen-filled balls far back into her wetly clasping throat and once she nearly gagged on the torrent of rich hot wetness but still she managed to gulp it all down. And when he had moaned his last and given his final signaling shudder, she gently licked him clean and lay down across his still-quivering belly, a crooked smile of peaceful ecstasy across her cum-moistened lips.
Eddie Mangum looked down at his naked tan wife and sighed under his breath. God, she was something, all right. Why, half the men in this country would trade their own wives and half their fortunes for a woman like her. And he was appreciative, no question about that. But sometimes… well, sometimes at those special quiet moments like this one, after the gasping, choking frenzy of their mutual lust and passion, he would think quietly to himself. Think about the times in California, the swapping and the wild parties. And it was times like this when he worried about Dottie. She was a nympho at heart and they both knew that. She had her own special kind of frenzied passions and needs locked inside her and sometimes she was just too much for one man – any man – to handle. That was why he missed California… Dottie was always satisfied out there and if for some reason – too much work or a touch of the flu – he wasn't able to take care of this insatiable desires of hers, well, someone else would. And then, of course, he would get his turn with the other man's wife. That was part of the game and that way nobody got hurt.
But here it was different. Here there was only him… unless Dottie looked elsewhere on her own and he knew she wouldn't do that. Yes, he worried… she was like a leopard that someone had made a house pet of. Sweet and purring and loving, but one day… all that animal savagery and frenzied passion might spill over and… no, he didn't want to think of it. Not now. He knew what Dottie would want in a minute when she got her breath back and it wouldn't do to have his mind on something else!