This story, like some of the earlier published ones is slightly out of sequence. We were recent arrivals in the central Texas area and this occurred before I went on my next overseas trip (see “The Young One”)
LINDA’S WILDEST RIDE (Chapter 17)
I’ll call our friends Dick and Jane because they probably taught us more about swinging than anyone we had known up to that point.
We considered ourselves fairly experienced swingers by now. After all, we had been at it for over three years. Linda had been with a few men, several more than once, and was even reaching the point she was taking an active interest in choosing the men she would be with. The letter from Dick and Jane came with about six other responses that we got from the ad I had put in a swinger’s magazine. Their letter was put aside temporarily. We had already had some experience with couples who promised to come by, but for reasons of time or distance had not been able to visit with us. So it wasn’t until almost two of weeks later that we replied with a very general letter describing ourselves and our interests. Their reply was almost as lukewarm. They promised to stay in touch and sent a couple of pictures that were bland enough to satisfy anyone’s idea of propriety.
We hadn’t thought anymore about it until one Saturday afternoon we got a call from Dick. They were fairly close and asked if they should drop by. I assured them it was all right and then hastened to tell Linda that we should expect guests in about a half-hour to 45 minutes. As she took her shower, I told her that it was the couple we had really never expected to see because of the distances involved. She really didn’t seem all that excited about it, but then she never did like the idea of meeting strangers. She preferred men that she had known. Still, it had been a long dry spell (more than a month for her) and we were both looking for someone to liven up our lives. This seemed like a good opportunity. I could tell that Linda was more than a little interested. Swinging was beginning to have just the effect on her that I had hoped it would.
We were both freshly showered and dressed by the time that Dick and Jane pulled into the driveway. I knew them instantly from their pictures, but I could also see that they were not dressed as I had expected swingers to appear. Dick was in a dark business suit. Jane had on a dark blue suit also, with a white nylon blouse that was in good taste, setting off soft brown hair and her breasts perfectly but without giving a hint of their true size or shape. It was, I was later to find out, exactly how she was usually dressed, even when she expected a long, fun-filled romp in the hay.
Dick appeared to be taken with Linda’s full tits almost immediately, giving her a hug that pressed them tightly against his chest as we reentered our house. I only put my arm around Jane’s waist, guiding her to the couch. She didn’t appear to be anymore interested than Linda had been about meeting strangers, and I didn’t want to give her the impression that I was dieing to see what was under that conservative costume of hers. We sat on opposing couches, talking for what seemed endlessly. We learned that they had been to a business meeting in Houston and were just passing through when they decided to stop by and meet with us.
Since Dick had made no overt moves on her, Linda was feeling very comfortable, even to the point of sitting closer to him as she came back from the kitchen and preparing tall glasses of iced tea for the four of us. I noticed that Dick paid attention to the low cut neckline of her sundress as she stooped over the coffee table to serve him, and caught Jane’s little smile of acknowledgement as her husband glanced at her. She knew what he had been staring at. He smiled back.
As we sat talking, Dick began moving closer to Linda. She didn’t object when he put his arm over the top of the couch, around her shoulders, touching her occasionally as we conversed. Jane was still sitting too far away from me for me to be comfortable making a move on her, so I decided to just let it play out and see what would happen.
Within a few minutes, Dick’s arm had slid lower, and his hand had slipped over my wife’s shoulder. Still no objections from Linda, or any apparent disapproval on Jane’s behalf. For some reason I had looked away for a moment, or perhaps I had gone into the kitchen to get some ice, for whatever reason, I didn’t see it when Dick’s hand slid over Linda’s shoulder until his finger tips rested lightly on the upper swell of her breast.
The conversation changed to swinging and I was left once more to tell them about how we had gotten involved. I watched as Dick’s hand moved slowly, lower and lower, over my wife’s breast until it was directly over it and then began cupping it as we talked. I could see a little smile appear on Jane’s face as she watched her husband slowly begin changing the conversation from a four way to one between him and Linda. As he pumped her for information regarding her experiences, the hand on her breast closed a little tighter with each passing moment. As she got to the point where she was telling him how her first lover had become as interested in her as she had been in him, I saw his hand tighten over her breast until the material of her dress wrinkled.
“I can understand why,” I heard him say. He turned toward her and his other arm came around to encircle her waist. “You’re a lovely woman.” She didn’t object when he kissed her mouth lightly and then encouraged her to continue. Her eyes were a little brighter now, face slightly flushed, and I could see that this would be an easy conquest for Dick if he pursued his course. It was also having an effect on him, judging from the swelling along the thigh of his trousers.
Jane had been watching carefully until Dick kissed my wife. That must have been some sort of signal between them or something. She now turned to me and began talking as though we had been friends for a long time, telling us some of their exploits and experiences in a voice so low that I had to get closer to hear her. Evidently it was what she had expected. She didn’t show any objection at all when I put my arm over her shoulder and we began a long conversation about swinging. She told me of the frequent visits by male friends who had become lovers, and her enjoyment of the variety they offered her. She also made it known that race wasn’t an issue with her. She liked all men, not just white ones. Occasionally she glanced over to the other couch, especially as my own hands began to stray, but the little smile stayed.
By the next time that I looked over to see how Dick was doing, his hand was beneath the hem of my wife’s skirt. I could see his hand moving slowly up and down her thigh coming very near the thin panties she wore. I was doing quite nicely myself by this time. I had already unbuttoned the middle two buttons of Jane’s blouse and was feeling the texture of her bra beneath my fingers. I could even feel the slight swell of her nipples, which seemed to be reacting favorably to my touch.
I was leaning forward slightly to kiss her when she glanced again across the room and called softly to her husband.
“Dick,” she said softly, “do you want to?”
Her husband said nothing. He was kissing Linda. It was not a friendly kiss. Instead it was the long, deep passionate kiss one gives a lover. His hand was completely beneath my wife’s skirt now, tugging gently at the waistband of her panties. Even from this distance I could see the crotch had become transparent with her juices which flowed copiously when a man paid as much attention to her breasts as Dick was. I saw my wife’s hips lift as he slid them down over her belly, then her thighs, and finally down to her lower legs where she stepped out of them easily. His hand once again moved up the inside of her thigh and I saw him cup the glistening curls of her pussy.
It must have been the signal that Jane needed to proceed. She slipped back slightly, resting against the arm of the couch as I continued to fumble with her breast through the opening in her blouse. I leaned forward and kissed her, tasting the freshness of her mouth as her lips opened wide under mine and our tongues began meshing. She didn’t object as I slipped my hand back out and began unfastening the remaining buttons of her blouse, in fact she helped me by pulling it from the waistband of her skirt, allowing me full access to all the buttons. The bra she had on was one of the thickly embroidered types that allowed little movement and no view, but even with it I could feel her nipple standing high and proud beneath it. She said nothing as I pushed it above her breast, giving me the first view of a delightful boob. It was a full 36C, with a deeply tanned areola about three inches in diameter and a pert nipple that extended a half-inch or so above the circle. Her right arm came around my back and pulled me closer as I slipped down and kissed it. Her embrace tightened when I sucked it into my mouth, trying to inhale the whole breast while my tongue circled the hardness of her nipple. Her sigh was almost inaudible, but the reaction was very easy to understand. She arched her back, pressing her breast deeper into my mouth as her embrace tightened even more. I could tell she loved this as much as I.
It was easy to turn my head and see what kind of progress Dick was making as I sucked his wife’s tit. I wasn’t surprised to see that Dick had pulled my wife’s tits out of the loose neckline of her sundress where they now rested bare for him to admire, fondle and suck. He still had one arm behind her, pulling her toward him as he sucked one throbbing nipple. His other hand was beneath her skirt which was now pushed as high on her nylon clad legs as possible, and I could see his middle finger exploring the depth of her pussy, while his thumb slowly pressed and circled her clit. His hand already glistened with rivulets of my wife’s juices.
I knew she was ready to have him fuck her. Her eyes were closed, and there was this lovely “fuck me” smile on her face. Her back was arched and she too was holding him to her breasts as he sucked and fondled them. She was actively helping him, holding the left one high at the level of his mouth, making his effort less neck breaking. He was squeezing and pressing her right one with the hand over her shoulder, and it was reacting as I had seen it before, the nipple swollen and hard with what it knew was to come.
“He’s wanted to do that ever since he saw that picture you sent us,” Jane whispered in gasping puffs into my ear. “He loves big boobs, and mine aren’t big enough for him. There’s still time to stop him if you don’t want him to fuck her,” she warned, “but if you don’t stop him now, he will.”
“I hope he plans to,” I lifted my head just long enough to answer. “I would hate to see her brought this far along without being screwed.”
Her answer was a low chuckle, followed by a soft little groan and a tightening of her embrace even more as I resumed suckling her breast. In the position we were in on the couch, Jane had one foot on the floor and the other leg beneath me, trapped between the back cushions and my body. My right arm was behind her, pulling her close as I sucked her tit. I had been holding it to my mouth and squeezing it to get as much of it into my mouth as I could. Now I felt her right hand taking my hand’s place.
