Wilmington Woman's Club Ch. 40byParisWaterman©
May 1988 Thoughts of Swinging
Val woke up thinking about what Joe had told her about money laundering. She slid from the bed, grabbed her crumpled panties off the floor, eased them on, slipped on her thigh-length housecoat, and headed for the kitchen. The morning sun was blazing in, flooding the place with light, dazzling her all too tired eyes. She started to make coffee, and dug around for a cigarette, found one, lit it and threw her head back.
She didn't hear Joe enter the kitchen. But there he was, stark naked, with a hard on that was good going for eight-thirty in the morning. They didn't speak, not even a 'Good morning'.
Val didn't need any coaxing, but went down on him like any self respecting wife-part-time whore would. It was breakfast after all, and she was hungry -- hungry for his cock and balls, sunny side up.
Then he pulled her up, turned her round, laid her across the kitchen table, eased away her soiled panties, and slid his long wet cock into her pussy just the way she loved it. Expertly. Clinically. Effortlessly.
Val heard his moans growing increasingly louder as he pounded into her, and knew he would cum before her... if she was going to cum at all. Val had it figured right. Joe uttered a long groan of ecstasy, and unleashed his load into her hot sex.
A minute passed, Joe was filling two cups with the finished coffee. Val let herself down from the table, pulled her panties back over her hips, and reached for another cigarette.
Joe was behind her and ran his palms over her breasts as he kissed the nape of her neck. "Was it good?" he asked.
"Oh, yeah, baby. It's always good with you and your friend there." She reached behind her and cupped his cock and balls as she spoke. He moaned happily.
"You looked liked you wanted to be fucked the second I walked into the kitchen, you know?"
"You must be a mind reader, Joe. That's exactly what I wanted."
"So... am I better than old Gerry?"
"Gerry's very good, Joe..." His jaw dropped. "But you are better," Val cooed, and gave his flaccid cock a loving squeeze. "I was just teasing you, but you know?"
"Last night... that stuff you mentioned... the parallel market?"
"Mmmmm?" he said, kissing her shoulder, and lightly tugging on her right nipple.
"Has it started? I mean, did Gerry actually give you a client?"
"Not yet. That will take a few days. He'll be getting in touch with them... whoever they are. You know... tell them about me... answer any questions they may have. Once they agree, he'll bring me on board. But it is a done deal, don't worry about that."
"So I'll have to see him from time to time, then."
"Probably. Anything wrong with that?" he asked with a worried look on his face.
"I'll keep thinking about the money, Joe." She kissed him lightly on the lips. "Don't worry," she said, and left him standing there.
They went for a bike ride through Greenfield Park and had lunch at a French café on the river before returning home.
The phone was ringing as they walked into their home. Joe answered it then handed it to Val, "Your lover," he whispered, and sat down just across from her, picked up the morning paper and turned to the business section as Val said, "Yes, Gerry, what can I do for you?"
"You can suck my cock to start with," Gerry Attric laughed evilly. Val made a face, but said, "I think I can manage that."
"Joe's still there, listening?"
"Yes, but please tell me more."
"You are one hot lady... is your pussy wet?"
"You can count on that," she said, and laughed, making a jerking off sign to her husband."
"You were so incredible last night. I loved fucking you, Val. I'm glad you aren't having second thoughts about a return engagement . . . you're not, are you?"
"Not at all... in fact, I have been thinking along the same lines. You know, once I agree to something I rarely change my mind. No, I haven't changed my mind on that at all."
"Good... damn it! I want you right now. You won't believe how hard my cock is."
"You ought to know by now that I have a great imagination, Gerry. If you need me, I might be able to come over for an hour or so. Just a minute, let me ask Joe."
She turned to face Joe, her mouth still at the mouthpiece so Gerry could hear their conversation. "Honey, would you mind if I went to see Gerry? This big business matter came up and he needs me to help him finish it."
Joe smiled knowingly, and nodded. "Sure, I've got a golf date this afternoon. Go ahead if you want to, and give Gerry my regards."
"Gerry...we're on. I'll meet you in thirty minutes or less. How shall I dress?"
"Val honey, I plan on having you bare ass naked the whole time. It doesn't matter. Just hurry."
"Casual then, that works just fine."
"Did you fuck Joe last night?"
"Why, yes... twice."
"Did you like fucking two different guys the same night?"
"Yes, it was... different, to say the least."
"Can you keep us both well fucked?"
"Of course I can." She was trying not to smile as she hung up the phone.
"I'm starting to think that this may not be such a good idea," Joe said as Val brushed his lips with hers.
"It's a done deal, honey. And may I remind you, you did it." Val grabbed her purse, paused and said, "Joe, do you have any condoms?"
"No," he replied, "we're all out. Sorry."
"That's all right; I'll pick some up at the store on the way over."
"Any idea what time you'll be home, Val? I'd like to continue what we started this morning."
"I should be home about the same time as you... you are going golfing, right?
Joe's eyes lit up, and he replied, "Yeah, about three hours to play a round... say four to be certain. We'll have a couple drinks afterward," he glanced at his watch. "So, about seven?"
"That's fine," Val said and kissed him firmly then scooped up her purse and went out the front door.
Gerry was waiting for her when she arrived. He was casually attired, wearing razor creased slacks and a new polo shirt. She glanced down and saw his bulge straining against the freshly pressed slacks.
Closing the front door behind her, Val slowly stripped the few garments she had, dropping them on the plush oriental carpet. She knelt in front of Gerry and unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks, letting them drop to the floor. He wore no underwear. As she wrapped her fingers around his hard cock she said, "What did you say you would do when we had more time?"
He eased her to the floor; his mouth covered her lightly furred treasure, just as he had promised.
After he brought her to her first orgasm, Val returned the favor, but was careful not to permit him to finish. Instead, she straddled him, easing down upon his shaft, moaning with pleasure as he stretched her, filling her nicely.
Later, as they lay together, Gerry said, "So, Joe has no problem with you coming over to see me?"
"He wants something from you. I don't know what it is, but it must be important for him to all but hand me over to you on a silver platter."
"More like a gold platter, my dear, or, perhaps a platinum platter. Yes, he has good and sufficient reason to... shall I say, accommodate my desires."
"Could you enlighten me? I mean, here I am. And I might point out that I'm willing and able . . ."
"You are more than able, my dear Val. And most willing, I might add."
"So what's the secret then?"
"Your husband is a greedy man. He thinks he needs to be included in a... well, a private affair. Don't get me wrong, Val, I fully intend to include him. It will probably make him rich."
"That's nice. I've always wanted to be rich," Val said.
"But it brings problems too, Val. Problems that at times won't just fade away, ugly problems."
"Can you give me an example?"
"Of course, my dear. Joe will be dealing with some ruthless people; people who will not take no for an answer.
"You deal with them," she said.
"Yes, I deal with them," he agreed. "And I have had some precarious moments too."
"What do you mean?"
"For one, I've had a very sharp blade put up against my neck. If a certain party on the phone had not agreed to my request, I am certain my throat would have been slit. And, if any other parties had been present, they too would have suffered the same fate."
"My God, what, how? What happened?"
"The party on the other end of the phone line agreed to my request, and suddenly everyone was in a forgiving mood."
"So ... this could happen to my husb ... Joe!"
"I'm afraid so, Val. I'm not trying to frighten you."
"I know. I know. It's just...."
"It goes with the territory, Val. Joe is very much aware of the risks. I made certain of that before letting him in."
"So... he's in?"
"It has to do with drug money, doesn't it?"
"It has to do with money, Val. Whose or what kind, I never bothered to ask. I take it; send it off to various other bank accounts...."
"You launder it."
"Talking about money seems to make me frisky," Val purred.
"I like that in a woman," Gerry responded laughing.
"Shall we retire to your boudoir?" Val inquired, trying to make her voice innocent.
Val had just showered and was starting to dress when Joe came home. He kissed her, and then held her in his arms with her back to him, his semi-hard cock against her trim ass. He said, "I need you, Val."
She reached behind her and took hold of him, gave it a firm squeeze. Joe groaned. She began to stroke him.
"Honey," he gasped, "let's lay down, alright?"
"Ohhh, baby, baby," Val cooed, "I think it would be so hot if you shot off in your pants for me." She stroked faster, and within a minute he went rigid and flooded his golf slacks. Val continued to stroke him until he finished. Turning to face him, she said, "This is some dangerous shit you're getting us into."
"I know," he replied. "I'll do my best to keep you out of it."
"I don't want to be in the building anytime you're doing business with them."
"I'll see to it," he told her somberly.
Val offered her lips to him, and Joe kissed her tenderly. When the kiss ended, she said, "Go on now. Get cleaned up. I'll send the slacks to the cleaners tomorrow."
"They'll see the cum stains," he protested.
"So they'll eat their hearts out. Don't worry, baby. Don't worry about anything."
After dinner they moved into the den with their coffee. As they sat on the couch, Joe pulled Val into his arms and kissed her lightly. Then he said, "Are we going to get together with Wanda, Val?"
"I haven't really thought about it, Joe. You brought me to Gerry's and...."
"What? You've been thinking about it... you've had an idea, haven't you?"
"I have. Joe, what do you think of making Gerry the extra man?"
"Wanda won't go for him; he's too old."
"It works, Joe. Listen, you and Wanda, Gerry and me. When you two tire, Wanda and I will put on a show and reinvigorate you. How's that sound?"
"Hmmm, it sounds wonderful, Val. It should work perfectly. Of course, Wanda may not want me jumping her bones."
"She will after I finish telling her how good you are in the sack."
"Don't beg for compliments, honey."
"Joe, you are great in the sack. For that matter, Gerry is too. It really doesn't matter which of you, or for that matter, if both of you do her. She'll love it."
"Will Gerry go for it?"
"Will he go for the opportunity to fuck me in front of you? Are you kidding? He'd give his balls to see your face as he puts it to me."
"How do you want to do this, Val?"
"Let me call Wanda first. If she's okay with it, I'll call Gerry."
It was fine with Wanda after Val described her husband's cock, and how well he used it.
"And they won't mind our getting it on?" Wanda asked, seeking reassurance.
"No, not at all, Wanda. In fact, it will only help get them up for us."
"I really like the idea. Gerry Attric, you say?"
"Yes, he's very capable.
"Are you speaking from experience, my dear?"
"I am. A very recent experience."
"How recent, may I ask? After all, he is on in years."
"This afternoon recent enough for you?"
"This after... my, my, aren't you the busy little slut."
"Watch what you say, darling," Val teased.
"Is tomorrow too soon?" Wanda asked. "I'm already dripping with excitement, Val."
"I wish I could help you there, Wanda, but..."
"I know, you've got a big old cock to munch away on. Go have your fun. Call me as soon as things are firmed up."
"It will have to be the day after tomorrow at the earliest. And things will be firm, I guarantee it, darling."
"I hope so. It's been awhile since I had a real hard one in me."
"There's always a tongue isn't there?"
"Yes, dear, there is that," Wanda said, and giggled. "Call me right back, will you?"
"Only if you promise to stop giggling like a school girl."
"Well, I feel childish... in a horny sort of way. Call him. Call him right this minute. Be sure to let me know."
"I will. Bye now."
Val promptly called Gerry at home. Joe was sitting across from her, smiling and listening.
"Gerry, Val. How are you?"
"Horny, now that I hear your voice."
"I see... yes, well, I will try to take care of that as soon as possible. The reason I called is... could you come have dinner with Joe and me, say, the day after tomorrow, about eight?"
"Can I eat you, while Joe watches?"
"I think that may be on the desert menu... in fact, I'm sure of it."
"You're not kidding me, are you? I know Joe is near, and you can't talk, but did something interesting develop?"
"Tell me more!"
"We're having a fourth."
"I thought you were more discerning than this, Gerry. It will be two women, and two men. You and Joe..."
"And?" The excitement was evident in his voice.
"Wanda Carlson completes the team."
"Jesus Christ! Wanda Carlson? Does her husb...?"
"No, not an inkling."
"Incredible," he said, mostly to himself, and Val began to laugh.
"Does it really surprise you, Gerry?"
"Yes and no," he said. "I always thought her very sexy. I should have known Carlson couldn't keep her happy."
"She prefers women, Gerry."
"I see... but will I have a...."
"Yes, and so will Joe," Val said interrupting his sentence.
"God, I can hardly wait...."
"Yes," Val said, "I'm looking forward to it too."
"Are you ready to have one cock up your ass, and another in your sweet cunt?"
"Well, I have never had that dish before, but it sounds yummy. I've never even tried a threesome before, and now a foursome!"
"I'm jerking my hardon, just thinking about watching the two of you munching on one another."
Val laughed, and said, "Goodbye, Gerry... until two days from now, that is."
Two minutes later, after a deep soul kiss with her husband, Val was dialing Wanda's number again.
"It's Val. Pencil in the day after tomorrow; my place, at eight."
"Wonderful," Wanda chirped. "I can't wait."
"So start now, we can always catch up," Val said, laughing delightedly, as she hung up the phone.