Chapter 3 -- Bromfield's Temptations
A Real Swap
I reached for the little woman. She came easily, even eagerly, into my arms and raised her pouty mouth for a warm, wet, open-mouthed kiss. I hugged her close, my partly erect cock pressing into her soft belly. She squirmed against it. Then she pulled her head back, and looking up at me she said softly, "Hi."
"Do you want to stay here, or should we go in the other room?" I asked.
With a final glance at the crouch where my wife was enthusiastically risking death by strangulation with that monstrous tool in her throat, Bette took my hand. "Lead the way," she said. "I want to get com fortable."
I led her to our bedroom. Thinking there was a chance one or both of us might be using it before the evening was over, Louise had thoughtfully turned the bed down.
Recognizing the significance of that hospitable act, Bette smiled. "Your wife thinks ahead, doesn't she?"
"We try to be prepared." I gently drew her down so we were sitting on the bed. After turning her head, I brought my lips firmly in contact with hers while my left hand softly massaged her breast through her dress.
She grinned at me. "Don't you think we're a little overdressed for this?"
I tried to unbutton her dress with my left hand, but her buttons were those decorative kind that are a bitch to undo. She reluctantly broke our kiss and stood up.
"I can do this better," she said. She swiftly went down the row of buttons. Before I had my shirt off, she was standing in front of me in her bra and half slip.
I started to unbuckle my belt. "Wait," she said. "Let me do that."
I stood patiently while she released my belt, unsnapped my waist band, and drew my zipper down. My pants fell around my ankles. She paid no attention, but instead, gave my shorts a gentle tug, releasing my erection. She stroked it tenderly. "You have a beautiful thing," she said softly.
I sat down and reached around behind her to release her bra. Her firm, ripe young breasts sprang to full attention. "And you have the most beautiful breasts," I said reverently. This was indeed true. Her breasts were so firm and full that her nipples actually tilted up.
She stood between my knees. I took a nipple gently between my teeth, and touched my tongue to its tip. "Brrr," she said. "That gives me goose bumps!"
She wasn't kidding. I saw them on her arms. I slowly pulled her half slip down. I expected to see panty hose, but instead, she was wearing sheer lacy panties over a garter belt and stockings. She smiled shyly at me when she saw my obvious pleasure at the sight. "Louise isn't the only one who thinks ahead," she said, to my considerable surprise. I started to unsnap her stockings, but she stopped me. "Let's leave them on. I like the feel of nylon when I have a man between my legs."
I touched a nipple with the tip of my tongue while I slid her panties down her slender legs, lightly brushing her soft skin with my fingernails as I did so.
Hoping to raise more goose bumps, I continued to tease the skin on her thighs with feather-like touches and trace light patterns on her skin, while my eyes feasted on the beautiful symmetry of her nearly perfect little body.
Bette wasn't interested in posing. She threw her arms wide and almost literally jumped at me. She pushed me off balance, and we rolled together on the bed. Suddenly, the games were over. I was on my back. She reared over me, and her hot little mouth closed over mine, while her right hand stroked my manhood. I felt those firm breasts boring into my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, and pulled her as tightly against me as I could. By this time, I was feeling like a teenager myself.
At that moment, as I cuddled her delightfully warm, smooth little body, I adored her. After a few min utes, I began to gently caress her soft skin. Her face was buried in my neck. "That tickles," she said.
"Good. How does this feel?" I ran my finger down the crack of her ass.
Abruptly, she reared back. In the dim light, I saw her face above mine, framed by her heavy mane. "You're not an anal man, are you?" she demanded.
"Hell no," I said as convincingly as I could. "I'm a just a people person." Pulling her tiny frame down to me again, I rolled us over, so I was on top, but taking care to keep my weight on my elbows. I blew gently in her ear and nuzzled into her throat, licking that tender place just below her ear. All the while, I tickled the palm of my hand with the tips of her nipples.
She sighed, "That feels good, Jim."
"Play with my nipples," I said. "They're sensitive, too."
"I didn't know that," she said. "Are all men like that?"
"Some men may think it's not manly, but I think most of us like to have our nipples sucked and played with," I said. "We just don't like to ask for it."
"What else can I do?" she asked.
"Just relax, sweetheart," I said. By this time, I was gently nudging my chin into that ticklish zone inside her hip bones, while I continued to caress her sides and thighs. I blew gently into her belly button.
Continuing my southern migration, I reached her thighs. She kept her legs tight together. I tried to nuzzle my face between them.
"Don't," she said sharply. "That's dirty!"
Never stopping my soft caressing, I worked my way back north, and after making a brief detour as I kissed her breasts again, I returned to her ear, and began nibbling on her earlobe while I stroked her mons with my right hand. She relaxed a bit. After moistening my finger, I rested it on the tight little slit between her legs, moving it ever so gently and slightly. I kept nibbling and rubbing, and gradually her knees fell apart. I wet my finger again, and touched her clitoris.
"That feels good, Jim. Can you get it in a little deeper?"
I wet that damned finger for the fourth or fifth time, and began working it in and out of her. I hoped that her natural lubrication would begin moistening her channel. I know she was enjoying my finger because her breathing had begun to quicken. Also, she began rubbing my cock with increasing intensity.
My mouth watered as I thought of that delectable crease between her legs. "I don't care if it's dirty or not," I whispered in her ear, "it helps me if you'll just let me kiss it a little."
That was a different story. If I needed a little something extra to get me going, she was hesitant but willing to be a good sport about it. "OK," she said, "but don't say I didn't warn you!"
Not wanting to give her time to reconsider, I quickly slid down in the bed so my mouth was where my finger had been.
I lightly traced the fold between her nether lips with the tip of my tongue. She shuddered, but didn't say anything. Then I closed my lips around her labia, and gently pressed it against my upper teeth.
