The apprehension of knowing that she was going to be fucked by complete strangers had worn off. She still showed occasional lapses, especially when there was too long of a lapse between partners. I could almost read the thoughts that her mother had implanted too deeply to be eradicated immediately. Regardless, Linda had already learned the thrill of sex with other men was far better than the mundane love life her mother had led her to believe would be her lot in marriage. Fortunately, we continued to find partners for her that inspired her to continue her exploration of the lifestyle.
6. The Wild Ones
We had been "stuck" in this place for almost three months now, and we were slowly beginning to realize that it wasn't bad after all. There was a night life of sorts, with drinking and dancing. Linda’s previous stateside partners were helping her develop her budding exhibitionist tendencies. She was becoming known to more men who were equally interested in getting to know her, so we were not in a bad location at all. We were right in the middle of the state and the majority of the major roads converged somewhere near where we were located. That's how, eventually, we met several couples who were on their way through and remembered us from our ads in the swinger's magazine. Of course most people promised to come by or to give us a call when they were passing through, but we usually didn't take them seriously - at least not until that warm August day.
"Hi," I called and waved a greeting as Bill and Donna stopped in our drive. Bill came up to the porch, hand held out to shake mine. Donna held back a little. I liked her looks immediately. She was a petite little dishwater blonde, with just an average or maybe less set of knockers on a thin frame. Frankly I don't know what it was, she just looked "very fuckable". Bill was a slender guy with no particularly outstanding characteristics. His dark hair was carefully combed and he was obviously very neat in his appearance, but he wasn't over five and a half feet tall. I was really surprised. He had the voice of an older, heavier man. Bill had started back to the car to pick up their bags and I followed, getting an ever better look at Donna as she gathered up her stuff from the front seat of the car.
"I'm sorry it was such short notice," Bill said as he opened the trunk and fished out an over night bag, "but we were on our way to the beach before we realized how close we were, so we just decided to give you a call and see if you were busy."
"I'm glad you did. It looked like it was going to be a pretty boring weekend before we got your call." I had started back toward the house with Bill alongside when I saw Donna giving Linda a hug. It was almost like a child reaching for its mother with the dissimilarities in size. Linda towered over her by almost a foot. There was such a difference between the two of them, it was like night and day. Linda, with her set of 40DD's and Donna with perhaps a set of 32B's, but both of them gave off that same aura of sexiness that it was unbelievable.
Bill said the same thing in a different way as we walked toward the house. Giving a low wolf whistle, he almost whispered to me, "Wow, Earl, your pictures don't do your wife justice. She's built like a brick outhouse!"
I laughed. He wasn't the first, and I certainly hoped not the last, to admire my wife, even at a distance. Donna had already gone inside. I thought Linda would follow her, but as we approached the steps, Bill handed me the overnight bag and reached out to Linda. From a distance it would have looked like two relatives greeting each other with a hug, but they couldn't see Bill's hand snaking between them and closing over her breast. There was a short whispered comment, causing my wife to flush in embarrassment, but also to smile. I wondered what he had said, but I knew exactly what he was feeling. She took the arm he offered and they went together into the house, with me following.
I detoured to the room they would use while they were here and dropped the bag Bill had given me. Returning to the living room, I was glad that we had used the limited funds we had to add a second, smaller sofa to the one already in the furnished house we had rented. Linda and Bill were on one sofa, his arm already over her shoulders. Donna sat on the other, facing them and smiled at me, patting the sofa beside her as I returned.
At first it was the same mundane conversation that one would expect from new found friends. Only the physical closeness would have given away the fact that we were entertaining another swinging couple in our home for the first time. The chatter at first was across the living room, one to the other, but shortly it became confined more to the ladies sharing our seating arrangement. I was kind of surprised at how easily Linda accepted Bill's closeness, but relieved. She usually objected to a meeting which appeared to be going too fast. It made her nervous and she was somewhat standoffish. Not so this time. She was nestled beneath Bill's arm, apparently quite content. Bill was so short that he actually was at the perfect height for cuddling my wife. I raised my arm and put it over Donna's thin shoulders. She turned her head to me and smiled, mirroring Linda's acceptance of her husband's posture. It was like a mouse curling up to an oversized dog. Donna's petite frame was so small that my arm draped over her shoulder and directly over her breast - a very pleasant stopping point.
We hadn't exchanged more than a dozen sentences before I felt Donna's elbow in my ribs and saw her shift her head indicating I should look across the gap between ourselves and Bill and Linda. I don't know what Bill had said to Linda, or how he had managed to move so fast, but he was turned almost half around from the waist and was kissing her passionately, his right hand roaming over her breasts as though they had been lovers for months.
Donna giggled. "He's like that when he sees a woman he wants to be with. One look at Linda's breasts in those pictures you sent us and I knew he wouldn't be able to resist coming by." She looked over at her husband and said, "Bill, be good! Linda isn't as accustomed to you as I am. She might think that you're a dirty old man!"
Linda surprised me by continuing the kiss and then, when Bill broke it, looking across to Donna and saying, "No more than Earl. You'll have to watch him, Donna, he gets a severe case of "roman" hands, very rapidly. Just like Bill here," she smiled, placing her own hand over his which had remained over her breast. "Right, Bill?"
Bill smiled both at us, and at her.
"I plead guilty. I've never been able to keep my hands to myself, but one look at you and I knew I was going to be bad. I hope that you won't hold that against me."
Linda leaned close to him and whispered something in his ear that made him laugh. She later told me that she had told him that she hoped that wasn't the only thing that he would hold against her. Her hand had reached over into his lap and I saw her give Bill's already swollen cock a squeeze that left no doubt about what she was thinking of.
Donna had seen that too. She turned toward me and smiled. "Well, it certainly looks like Bill is enjoying himself. Are you?"
I could feel the hard little nubbins of her nipple beneath the sheer white blouse she wore, even through the stiffness of her bra. Tentatively, I reached for one of the buttons and began unfastening it. She was still smiling, and it widened as my hand slid between the facings of her blouse and cupped her breast through the bra.
"I am now," I told her softly, matching her smile. She sighed, and almost turned her back to me, pulling the arm I had over her shoulder tightly to her breast while my other hand explored beneath her bra. She slid closer to me. I turned her head toward me and touched her lips with my own. I found her tongue in my mouth as soon as our lips touched. She held the kiss as I fondled her breast, pushing the bra up and over the cup-sized fullness of her delightful little mammary.
"M-m-m, I like that," she whispered in my ear. Pulling her tightly against me until I was almost in a reclining position, I nuzzled her with my cheek and continued my explorations.
I slipped my hand out her blouse and finished unfastening the buttons that held it together, then reached behind her and unfastened the B-cup holder. Cupping her breast again, I felt her press her chest tighter against my hand, the stiffness of her nipple giving me assurance that she meant it. I explored both breasts, tweaking the nipples gently between my thumb and forefinger and feeling them rise higher, tighter, harder. We kissed again and as my attentions roamed once more, her breath became a panting in my ear. I felt her own little hand snaking over my thigh and curling around my cock. I was embarrassed by the wetness that had already soiled the thigh of my trousers. It didn't seem to bother her a bit as her hand moved up and down the length of my swollen dick.
"And I like this even better," she whispered. "Why don't we go somewhere and see what it feels like?"
I didn't have to have an engraved invitation. I took her arm and stood, lifting her with me and turning her toward the bedroom they would occupy if they chose. Turning my head, I saw that Bill was doing just fine. He already had my wife's breasts exposed. He had pushed Linda's skirt high on her thighs and I could see that his hand was beneath the crotch of her panties which were already glistening with her need of him. His mouth was locked on hers, his jaws moving as they exchanged tongues. Linda had unzipped his trousers and her hand was inside them, clamped tightly around Bill's cock, moving slowly up and down.
Donna took off her blouse and shrugged off her bra as soon as we were in the bedroom. She sat down on the edge of the bed and beckoned me closer as I struggled out of my shirt. I moved closer and felt her tiny hands unfastening my belt, then holding the waistband with one hand she unzipped my fly. Only one clip held my trousers together at the waist now, and she made short work of that. I heard her gasp as my trousers slipped down over my thighs and exposed my rigid cock.
"Oh, that’s lovely,” she said. “Just what I had hoped for," she said breathily, leaning forward and closing her lips over the head of my dick. Her hands went behind my thighs and she pulled me closer as I stood, fondling her breasts once more. Her mouth was a dream, a fantasy, hot and wet, sliding first forward toward my pubic hair, then relenting and sliding back until only the head remained in her mouth. Her hand tried to curl around it, but lacked at least an inch.
"And so juicy," she said softly, looking up as she exchanged her mouth for her hand and began slowly moving it back and forth, watching the pre-cum begin to well at the piss hole.
I made short shrift of getting out of the rest of my clothes, including the socks while Donna made herself at home on the bed. Lifting her hips she slid her skirt over her thighs and handed it to me. I folded it carefully and hung it over the chair against the wall. When I turned back to her, she lay like some beautiful wanton, legs spread wide, hair fanned over the pillow, smiling at me. It was a magnificent sight. Only her panties remained and I could see the crotch was wet, just as Linda's had been. Donna was ready to be fucked, and I wanted to screw that sweet little pooch of her cunt now.
