Chapter 05
Sam Small and Christine Church
Although this chapter can stand alone as far as the sex is concerned, to understand the why and the how it will be helpful to read Chapter One. The basic premise is that four married couples decide to swap for dirty weekends together, rotating over a period of three months.
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Sam wasn't deliriously happy as he drove away with Christine. If he wasn't actually disgruntled, he certainly wasn't gruntled either
(Thank you P G Wodehouse, I've always wanted a chance to use that quote)
Of the three of his friends' wives that he had hoped to go to bed with, Christine was definitely last choice. It wasn't that he disliked her, far from it. He had known her for many years as a kind, reliable and loyal friend, but the idea of sex with her had never crossed his mind, unlike the thoughts he had had about the other two.
Physically Christine was not at all unattractive. Medium height, in good shape as a result of an active life, including regular exercise on the gym equipment Charlie had installed in the basement. A very pleasant face, not beautiful but neither was it the sort of face that would give a man the horrors if he woke up and found it on the adjacent pillow. Then none of the men who knew her ever envisaged waking up next to her, except for husband Charlie and, as they had twin beds, even he didn't do so very often either. The trouble was that she was very reserved to the extent of being prudish. She always dressed very conservatively, wearing clothes that disguised whatever figure she had, with never a suspicion of a flash of cleavage or thigh. She was a regular church goer -- or God botherer as some of her friends called her -- and spent many hours involved in church and charitable affairs. While she was pleasant company to be with, she somehow exuded an aura around her that inhibited her friends from ever using a swear word, or even think about telling an even slightly risqué joke. Neither did she ever gossip, and thus her conversation tended to be a bit stilted. As she had two children she had obviously had sex at least twice, but it was generally believed -- correctly -- among her friends that Charlie had a long term relationship with his secretary, and as he always seemed to be on excellent terms with Christine, they assumed that playing away was satisfying his sexual needs.
As a result of her usual demeanour, all the other participants in the infamous 'shall we swing' draw had been quite confident that she would use a black ball, and they didn't for a moment believe that the whole partner swap would take place. But, surprise, surprise, she had used a white ball, and therefore Sam had to assume that she was willing -- or, at least, prepared -- to participate in physical relations of some sort, but he held no hope of this being a weekend to remember for sexual variety or athleticism.
There was little conversation during the journey. What do you say as you are driving to a hotel to spend a dirty weekend with a woman who you don't for a moment believe will actually do anything more exciting than just lie there and think pure thoughts? That was Sam's view; whatever she was thinking she kept to herself, so, apart from the occasional pleasantry about the weather, the journey passed in silence. They arrived at the hotel, booked in and went up to their room. They both unpacked as necessary, putting their toiletries in the bathroom and so on.
As Sam came out of the bathroom, he looked at Christine and saw an expression on her face that completely bemused him -- a sort of half smile and a look that on any other woman's face he would have taken to be pure lust. (To be fair, this author wouldn't know what a lustful expression was if he ever met one, but for this story...) He half stepped backwards towards the bed as she took a step towards him, unnerving him somewhat. She moved closer and, to his utter astonishment, reached out towards him and undid the belt of his trousers, unhooked the waistband, lowered the zip and, before he could say "what the.." the garment was round his ankles and, even more startling, down went his underpants. He stood there totally amazed, and also totally naked from the waist down, his substantial wedding tackle blinking at the unexpected exposure, and he now found himself pushed back so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed.
She now added surprise to surprise by dropping to her knees in front of him. His first thought, knowing her religious background, was that she was going to pray for him, but when she leant forward and took his cock in her hands, he just prayed for himself that she knew what she was doing. Although Sam was only five feet and two inches tall and might be called vertically challenged, he certainly wasn't genitally challenged as far as length or girth, and, in his younger days more than one young maiden had got rather more than they had anticipated when they opened their legs to him. However it was at this moment hanging limply, quite unprepared for action, but when her warm hands enclosed it, a growth spurt took place and it definitely began to show signs of interest.
The mere fact of her taking his cock in her hands was startling enough for Sam, but this was as nothing as to when she leaned forward and took him deep into her open mouth. This caused a rapid reaction, and his delighted man flesh rapidly began to enlarge and stiffen inside the warm, moist cavern, and when her tongue began caressing its length it was soon at full fighting trim. Sam had had a few blow jobs in his time, and Christine's efforts wouldn't be placed high in the memory bank except for the sheer unexpectedness of it. She was a bit clumsy and managed to rake him with her teeth a couple of times, but when she pushed his foreskin back with her lips and curled her tongue around his helmet it had a fairly dramatic effect. Normally Sam would have taken a fairly lengthy treatment to get anywhere near orgasm, but, whether it was the sheer surprise factor or whatever, this time he was going to go off very quickly, a bit like a youth getting his cock sucked for the first time.
"I'm coming." he squeaked.
She just carried on with her ministrations of his cock and, sure enough, he let fire with a substantial mouthful of juice, delivered via a series of jets against the back of her mouth, which she promptly swallowed, leaving just a tiny drop to escape her lips. She kept him deeply engulfed in her mouth until he stopped twitching and began to subside, finally releasing a rather limp member. She licked her lips, and smiled up at him.
"Yummy. That has just set up my appetite for dinner -- what the French call an amuse bouche, I believe. We'd better get a move on before they stop serving in the restaurant."
Sam was speechless. He could hardly believe what had just happened, but there it was -- he was sitting on the bed with his trousers and pants around his ankles, with his cock dangling and still glistening from her mouth. However, he did as she said, stood up and re-covered his lower half, and off they went to the restaurant. They were seated at a quiet table where they could talk without being overheard, but it wasn't till after they had ordered their meal that either of them spoke.
"Sam, you look a bit shell shocked."
"Sorry Christine, but to say you took me by surprise, is the understatement of the year. You must admit you acted just a tiny bit out of character."
"Yes, the frigid prude, don't bother to shake your head, I know how I come across. Well, it's like this: when I was eighteen I suffered an experience that was sexually traumatic, and, as a result, I was totally put off sex. I was incredibly lucky that Charlie loved me enough to marry me, even knowing that I didn't want to have a physical relationship beyond what was necessary to get the two children. I'm sure that he gets sexual gratification elsewhere, but that's fine with me, and we have a very happy marriage in every other way.
