Pete and Cindy lay on the floor, their faces still pressed into each other's crotches as they struggled to get their breaths back.
Finally, they pulled away from each other and sat up on the carpet. Pete glanced at the window first, and just as he might have suspected had he not been so caught up in the passion of the exhibitionistic act, Rose's face was pressed against the pane. She had witnessed the whole affair. Pete grinned and waved to her, whereupon the other three in the room glanced at the window. The girls motioned for Rose to come in, and a few moments later she did. She wasn't alone. She had the young boy with her, which startled Pete. He relaxed, however, as he recalled that the boy was somewhat simple-minded and would pose no problem for anyone more than likely.
Rose and the boy, he at her direction, undressed and sat on the floor along with Pete and Mark. Now it was Mary and Mark's turn to put on a show, but even though it was his chance to indulge in a stimulating sixty-nine in front of the others, Mark had something else in mind.
"I want to see Mary and Cindy go down on each other. I've never seen two females do that before."
Cindy giggled and asked Mary, "Do you want to try it, baby?"
Mary's answer was to lean over and take Cindy's titty in her mouth.
Pete scarcely heard the suggestion, he was so busy looking at Rose's mammoth boobs and wondering why such a beautiful woman resorted to dogs for kicks. When he had concluded this thought, he grinned slightly to himself and mentally shrugged. If Rose liked dogs, that was her business and he had no right to question her. The moment you questioned someone concerning their deepest urges and desires, that was the moment you turned into a jerk. There were too many jerks about, far too many of them.
Pete wrapped his arms about his knees as he sat up – his prick now soft but wet – and watched as Cindy threw herself on top of Mary and buried her face between Mary's legs. Mary grunted and, from where Pete sat, the view of her tongue dipping into Cindy's cunt was exciting. Pete shot his glance about the room and saw the wild lust that was in everyone's eyes, especially Rose's. Rose reached between the boy's legs without even looking at him and began to play with his prick. Pete saw the boy's cock growing rapidly, and this caused his own prick to do the same thing, even though he had just blown.
After watching the girls go down on each other for a few minutes, Mark leaned over and spoke softly. "Man, this is the wildest ever. Just look at those girls lapping one another! I never saw anything so hot-looking."
"Maybe females are more inclined toward bisexual stuff," Pete replied, his cock twitching visibly as he watched Mary and Cindy shuddering heatedly into a simultaneous climax.
Mark nodded. "Could be."
Pete touched Mark's arm. "Take a look at Rose," he said softly. "See what she's up to with the kid."
Mark turned about and glanced at Rose and the boy just as Pete was doing. Rose was lying flat on her back with the boy above her, sort of sitting on her chest, his hard-on held between her tits by Rose. The boy was fucking her in the mouth.
"Good grief," Mark said softly. "This is too hot for me. I'm going to put my pants on and go outside for air. Want to come along?"
"Won't the others be annoyed if we leave?"
Mark grinned. "As hot as they are? Hell no. They won't even miss us. Put your pants on and let's step out of doors."
Pete put on his trousers, shirt and his shoes. When Mark saw him dressed this way, he followed suit and the two men stepped out into the front yard. The first thing Pete heard was the sound of the Great Dane barking at the rear of the place.
"Something wrong with your dog, Mark?" he asked the other man.
Mark laughed. "Man probably knows that Rose is in the house. He may even know she's fooling around with the boy. Man gets jealous of Rose, you know."
"The hell you say?"
"It's the truth. Craziest thing you ever saw." Mark touched Pete's arm. "Come out back with me and we'll take a look. Could be something else is bothering him."
They walked up the dark driveway to the back of the house and for a moment Mark appeared to leave Pete, though Pete was not sure of this until he spoke Mark's name and received no answer. Before he could say it again, a light came on and Pete saw the big dog in the enclosure. Pete stared at the dog's dick and saw it was hard and long and that the tip of it was dragging on the ground. Bits and pieces of mown grass were clinging to it. He was tempted to laugh but didn't as he saw Mark approaching the dog carefully, speaking softly to him and trying to calm the animal down. Evidently, the bits of grass on the tip of the dog's tool were driving him frantic. Mark had some difficulty getting the dog to let him remove the grass, but finally he got it done, and boldly picked the large animal up in his arms and carried him into a shed. Pete could not see inside the place, but a moment after Mark reappeared and shut the door of the shed and laughed as he saw Pete looking at him from outside the fence.
"Poor dog," Mark said. "That grass was killing him and, as fast as he would lick it off, I suppose, it would collect again. That's the trouble with having a hard-on and no broad to use it on. Not much you can do about it except jack yourself off."
Pete grinned. "Well, we sure as hell don't have to worry about blue balls any more. I think swapping's the best thing we've ever done!"
Mark glanced about quickly. "Cool it," he said. "I mean, don't speak so loudly. Some of my neighbors are stinkeroos."
Pete laughed. "Afraid of them, Mark? I'm surprised at you." He was sorry he said it a second after the words had left his mouth.
"No, I'm not afraid of them, Pete," Mark replied evenly.
"I'm sorry, Mark. I retract that dumb statement. My apologies."
Mark switched off the lights and a moment later Pete felt him touching his arm. "I like you, Pete," Mark said. "You don't have to retract anything you say to me. I understand you well, man. You and I are pretty much the same. Our wives are similar, too. All four of us get along the way people everywhere ought to but can't. Do you know why people can't get along, Pete?"
"Lots of reasons."
"Biggest one is sexual hangups, Pete. That's my opinion. Our teachers have been telling us for many centuries that sex is dirty and evil and original six and all that idiotic nonsense. These concepts are burned into our very bones. All of us, except for some who are coming out of this ancient madness, still believe that there is truth in that awful rot – that sex is evil."
They walked back towards the front door. "I agree with you, Mark. After the first time we swapped, I felt a bit of guilt for a few minutes. Is this what you're talking about?"
"Yes. Those monsters from ancient times were so frightened of being normal and wholesome that they had to invent something to fit in with their horror so they come with the concept that sex is a bad thing. It's so damned absurd. How did those fools think we were to arrive here on earth? Did they think we ought to be born out of some sort of spiritual wedlock, instead of physical sex?"
"It would seem that this was preferable to them."
"If you and I want to share our wives with each others what's wrong with it?"
"Nothing, so long as you don't try to force someone else to share your views."
"Ah, that's where we run into trouble. The moment you start to talk about something controversial, that is the moment you deliberately or inadvertently begin to force someone to share your views."
"Do you really believe that?" Pete asked.
"Yes."
"Then the only thing to do is keep your mouth shut, right?"
"I think so. Too many people are talking too much and too loudly about too many things."
"More people should keep quiet, oh?" Pete said.
"Yes, at least, we might try it. We've tried communicating with one another and it's failed. All we hear about nowadays is that communication has broken down. It hasn't broken down. Not really. It's just that too many people are talking too much and no one knows to whom he should listen." Mark stopped, cleared his throat. "Hey, why the hell are we talking? Let's shut up."
They entered the house and both of them stopped in their tracks when they saw that the boy was on top of Mary fucking her. Mary lay flat on her back, her eyes closed, her mouth open, her legs spread wide. The boy was pumping his prick into her cunt at a terrific rate of speed.
He shuddered, humped even faster, Mary cried out with passion, and the boy apparently blew off in her cunt, judging by the way Mary reacted. She moaned, threw her legs about the boy and loudly begged him to go off again, but the kid pulled his prick out hastily and ran from the room. He had seen Pete staring at him and evidently was frightened. Rose followed the boy from the room quickly while Cindy and Mark went into the bedroom and closed the door. Pete helped Mary to her feet and to the sofa where she sat down and passed her hands over her eyes. She looked at her husband. "Boy, honey, that kid is good. He's got a real dinged that kid."
Pete grinned. "I know. I watched Cindy suck him off, baby."
"Funny," she said, "I'm so darned hot tonight. What do you suppose is going on with me?"
He was puzzled. "What?" he asked. "Say that again."
She threw up her arms. "Never mind, honey. I'm so up in the air I can't even speak coherently."
"You wanted to know what I supposed is going on inside you, isn't that correct?"
"I guess so. I've had sex all over the place so far tonight, but I can't get any real gratification. I'm wondering if I'm not sick perhaps."
"Nuts," he said roughly. "Forget about that sort of talk. Nothing sick about you. You're just… hot. Hot and honest. The sick people are the ones who refuse to allow themselves to indulge when they get hot. They're dishonest and very ill because they delude themselves that they are doing something wholesome and noble."
She looked at him with one eye partly closed. "Hey," she said. "Are you making a speech?" She grinned.
Pete smiled at her. "Sounds like it, doesn't it, darling? Mark and I were talking very seriously about something or other and it carried me off for a while."
"What carried you off, honey?" Mary asked, frowning. "What do you mean?"
"Nothing much. I mean I got a bit worked up and that's why I sounded the way I did… as if I were making a speech."
"Honey," she said, her eyes pleading. "Maybe you'd better take me home. I have a feeling I'm going to… do something… awful." She pressed her sides.
"Do you feel sick? I mean, sick to your stomach?" he asked.
"No, not really. I feel strange. I want to go home. Won't take a minute to put on my clothing."
"I'll tell Mark and Cindy," he said, and went to their bedroom door. The door was standing slightly ajar, however, and he heard them fucking on the bed. He turned about and walked quietly across the room to the front door and waited for Mary, who came to the front of the room a few minutes later fully clothed.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Did you tell Mark and Cindy we were going home?"
He shook his head. "They were busy. I thought it wise not to interrupt them."
"You mean they were fucking?" Mary's eyes were big like a twelve-year-old's might be upon uttering such a word.
Pete grinned. "Yes, baby. Mark and Cindy were fucking. He was on top fucking her and she was on the bottom."
Mary laughed gaily. "Stop it, you nut! You're making fun of me now. Take me home and get on top of me and then poke fun at me, honey."
They arrived home ten minutes later and entered the house to discover they had gone away and left most of the lights on.
"Hey," Pete said, "hearing from Mark and Cindy must have made us forgetful."
"I guess we both wanted to get laid by our swap partners pretty bad, honey."
Pete rubbed his nose. "I forgot. Did we?"
Mary laughed and went to the bathroom. Before she closed the door she looked back at him and said, "That's the funny part. I don't think we did. Not in the usual way, that is."
"Hurry," he told her. "Don't stay in there all night."
"I'm just going to brush my teeth, honey," she told him.
He grinned. "Maybe I'd better brush mine, too, after lapping Cindy's cunt."
"Gee, honey, when you talk hot like that, it just about drives me crazy!" she cried.
"I've changed my mind," he said, teasing her a little. "I think I'll keep her taste in my mouth and then when you kiss me later, you can imagine that both a man and a woman are in bed with you. How'll that be?"
She closed the door, but before she did, she said the words smilingly, "You nut."
Pete removed his jacket and shirt, got his slippers from a closet, brought a bottle of whiskey from the liquor cabinet to the coffee table that stood in front of the sofa and set it down. He then had to go back and get two glasses.
He waited for Mary to return, but when she didn't immediately, he had a drink by himself. It burned all the way to his stomach, but he liked the feeling.
He glanced down at himself and smiled. For no apparent reason he had gotten a hard-on.
Five minutes later she came into the room, dressed in different clothing than she had worn to the Alexanders'. She wore a low-cut blouse that revealed her titties every time she bent over a little, a very short skirt and regular stockings, which made her appear very sexy-looking. Pantyhose were not generally sexy-looking and Pete, as with many men, disliked them ordinarily. She sank down beside him and, seeing his hard-on reached over and touched it through the cloth of his pants.
"Your screwdriver is in tiptop condition, m'lord," she remarked flippantly.
"Ah, yes," he said, doing a not very good imitation of W.C. Fields, "so it is, my lovely one, so it is."
Mary giggled. "You sound funny when you do that, honey."
"So does everyone else," he told her.
"I'm still hot, honey. What'll we do for kicks?"
"I'm open for suggestions, my dear," he intoned.
She was silent for a time. Then, "I do have a suggestion, honey, but I'm afraid to tell you what it is."
He poured her a drink and another for himself. "What does that mean, Mary?" he asked, although the hammering of his heart told him he might have guessed it.
"Oh, never mind, honey. It's too wild, too crazy."
He handed her glass to her. "Drink this," he said. "You need a drink."
"All right, Pete." She drank a portion of the straight whiskey and blinked a couple of times, but otherwise handled it very well. "Wow," she said, and that was all she said.
"Good," he said approvingly. "You should learn to drink without ice and pop and junk in your liquor. What I mean to say is, I'm glad you've learned to do it."
"Not really. I was just lucky that time. Next time I try it, I'll probably choke to death."
"No, you won't Mary. Not if you're careful. Whiskey is much more enjoyable when you drink it without all the crap, the mix and ice and…"
She giggled. "You said that once, honey."
"Did I? I must be getting high in a hurry."
They were silent for a time. Then she spoke, "Aren't you even curious about what my suggestion was going to be, honey?"
"Sure. I figure you'll tell me about it when you're ready."
She finished off her drink, took a deep breath and placed her hand on his hard-on. "Do you suppose you could borrow that Great Dane and bring him here, honey?"
"I could steal him for a time, I suppose."
"Would you mind if I let the dog fuck me, honey?" she asked, her eyes strange.
"No," he replied unsteadily. "At least, I don't think so."
Again she was silent for a time. Finally, she touched his hard-on again and said, "Would you… rather we just… did something to each other, honey?"
"Whatever you want to do, Mary. I'd like whatever you want."
"You're an awful nice guy, do you know that?"
"It's easy to be a nice guy when you're married to a beautiful, sweet gal."
She unzipped him, ran her fingers up and down lovingly on his stiffened cock, and sighed. "Then I guess you'd better, honey."
He stiffened ever so little. "Guess I'd better what, Mary?"
She moistened her lips and averted her eyes. "Guess you'd better go and get him… I'm about to burn up I'm so hot."
He gently pulled his erection out of her hand, zipped himself up and got to his feet, kissing her on the cheek as he did so. "I'll be back as soon as I can, baby," he told her.
"Maybe… it would be better if you asked permission, honey. What do you think?"
Pete considered this momentarily, then shook his head slowly. "Think I'll turn thief for one night, Mary. I don't seem up to asking them for the use of the dog."
Mary lay down flat on the sofa and closed her eyes tightly. "Honey," she cried, her tone sounding desperate, "can you… hurry… please?"
"I'll be right back with the Great Dane," he promised, his pulse racing.
"Oh… honey," she moaned. "I'm… so… hot… so Goddamned… HOT!"