The morning seemed to go on forever due to my feeling totally shagged. I dreaded being asked home for lunch by any of Norm's female staff and tried to think of some viable excuse to beg off, however, Catriona stuck her head around the door to announce that she was to be my host that day. She was a very attractive blonde woman in her thirties who I'd admired, along with the other employees there, so the thought of not taking advantage of her offer seemed to be a bit silly.
The trouble was that the notion of free-loving, promiscuous sex had taken hold of me like drugs for a junkie and I was like a kid given free rein in a sweet shop, unable to stop eating in case there was no tomorrow. Maybe my dear spouse knew this and gave me permission to do as I pleased in order to cure my desires. There was a fair chance that the plan would work unless my sexual fitness improved and I didn't awake each morning feeling as if I'd been running down the freeway blindfolded, against the traffic.
Trina's place was as comfortable and well appointed as all the other homes I'd visited since we'd arrived in town. The pool was running, sparkling and pale blue and I needed no second invitation to shed my clothes and dive in while she prepared lunch, joining me after ten minutes or so. At work she gave the impression of quiet reserve, but she wasn't at all shy about indicating her desire for nooky, gently grasping my male bit and squeezing. That was the end of any hesitation on my part as my dick rose quickly to the ready position and she smiled in satisfaction.
"Norman thought you might be a bit slow to respond after recent events, but you're obviously up to speed now," she chuckled warmly, leading me by the dick to a shaded sunlounge. "You just lie back there and let me look after things for both of us."
She bestrode my head to present her hairless pussy to my face while leaning forward to take my distended knob into her mouth to vigourously suck and tongue it. She alternated between licking my glans, sucking it and deep-throating my whole cock as I tried to lip-suck and lick her clitoris. To my surprise she came in just a few minutes, stood and held my tool vertically to slide her welling cunt down over it with a warm shudder of delight.
"It's been a while," she told me. "Bryce has been away from home on business for nearly a month now."
"What about the swinging?" I asked clumsily.
"I haven't done that yet. You're my very first adulterous partner. I put my name into the draw because you're from out of town and a newbie to the swinging scene. I have permission to do it, but just haven't felt really comfortable with most of the prospects available to me. Just keep still until I'm ready to go again."
I lay back enjoying the warm sensation of her wet snatch over my hard prick, gently massaging her breasts and playing with her big, pink nipples.
"So I take it that your hubby is in favour of swinging." I observed, "but that you have reservations."
"Not so much about trying it, but doing it in front of him as he'd like me to do. Seeing me with another guy is what he wants, but the idea is just too embarrassing to me. He's doneit with other women, with my permission, but I've waited 'til it felt right for me. I almost backed out when Laura drew my name. I'm glad I didn;t now," she murmured, tightening her oozing vagina around my pulsing member.
"My wife Deby won't even try, but I'm hopefull that her socializing with Ronnie Searle might help to make her more recepptive to the idea."
"And receptive to other blokes' dicks," she sniggered, "So how do you feel about seeing your lady accommodating another guy's pussy prod?"
"I'm with your man on that. I'd once have killed out of jealousy, but now that Deby's my equal partner in life, I'd like to see her as more than just the good little woman who sees to the house and kids, especially now that she's got a gig in top level sport. She's somebody now, with her own
fans."
Trina began to lift and lower her lovely bottom to slide her twat up and down my tingling shaft, just small movements initially, but then with increasing vigour, longer strokes and exciting variations in her busy hip gyrations. I lay back to enjoy what I hoped might be a long ride, but within a couple of minutes she gave a gasping cry of pleasure, arched her back and clamped her spasmodic love sheath around my tool. She reached behind her to jiggle my scrotum and I responded involuntarily with a warm gush of semen deep inside her belly.
"Sorry 'bout that," she grinned sheepishly. "Couldn't hold back."
"There's nothing to be sorry about," I smiled kindly. "It was delightful, really."
We eventually disengaged our genitalia and took another dip in the pool before dressing and enjoying a meal of pastrami, devilled eggs and salad, followed by ice cream and mango.
Back in the office there seemed to be no stares, secret smiles or whispering, although I was sure the matter would be the subject of feminine discussion at some time in the not too distant future.
That night I stayed in the office to complete the task I'd set myself for the day and Deby was asleep when I got back to the hotel.
*
The next evening Norm picked me up after Deby had gone off with Ronnie and I hoped for some sexual epiphany in my wife under the influence of the free-loving older lady. I wasn't surprised at her reluctance to engage in extramarital relationships, but hoped that things might change and we could share the experience of recreational sex with others.
We arrived outside a house as comfortable as Norm's and were greeted by a good-looking lady whose physical charms were on display beneath her diaphanous, white peignoir. Her name was Noeline and I guessed that she was forty-ish, fully tanned with a somewhat muscular body which indicated a regular, strenuous, daily exercise regime. In the lounge we were introduced to two other women; Madeline, a blonde a bit younger than our hostess and a blushing, very self-conscious, dark-haired young woman named Jane. Their ring fingers testified that all were married and all were, by their dress, clearly anticipating some degree of sexual activity during the course of the evening.
While Nola got us drinks, Madi undressed Norm, causing Jane's eyes to widen at the sight of his sexual organ at the ready position. I wished that the sight of my average-sized todger could elicit that reaction from members of the fairer sex, but, sadly it seemed unlikely unless I emigrated to the Congo to live with the pygmies.
Nola undressed me beforee dropping her scanty covering and we sat together on the big couch sipping our drinks while the ladies stroked our erect tools. Nola knelt before me to suck and lick my dick and balls and I quickly spoofed into her eager mouth before she swallowed my seminal tribute to her skill as a fellatrix. It was the first time I'd experienced a full blow job and the sense of intimacy it generated in me.
"Ooooh Jesus, Madi," groaned Norm as he came explosively into her avid mouth, making a show of sucking out and drinking very drop.
The two women lit aromatic cigarettes, offering us a toke when they'd drawn first, the high I felt after a couple of drags indicating an ingredient other than tobacco. I felt pleasantly relaxed then, having no difficulty in putting my mouth to her twat when Nola opened her smooth, tanned thighs in invitation to cunnilingus. I tongued and sucked at her clitoris and then her vagina in turn until my jaw began to ache a little and my cock again rose to full erection. Suddenly she clamped her legs against my head to stiffen as great spasms of pleasure convulsed her body.
"Well that was more than satisfactory, darling," she told me with a happy smile, pulling me up to sit beside her before kneeling astride my lap and lowering her gorgeous bottom to engulf my cock with her warm, wet cunt.
We remained in that position as we finished our drinks, smoked some more, but made no movement other than her occasionally tightening her expert vagina around my prick to ensure its continued hardness.
Madi had begun moving her hips in Norm's lap, thrusting back and forth, raising and lowering her bottom and gyratingin a manner I once heard described as having more movement than an eight-day clock. It was exciting to watch her sliding up and down on his love-truncheon, sighing and gasping in her exertions, clutching at each other in sensual desperation.
