The Swap Club

Debby was doing breakfast dishes. "Morning, sleepyhead," she said, then leaned over and kissed me. "Coffee?"

"Please." I sat at the table. "Where's the boys? And who are they terrorizing today?"

Debby laughed brightly. "Little Jimmy took Brian up to the playground. They'll be back in a while." She handed me a cup.

Debby looked pretty good. She was wearing a simple dress, with buttons collar to waist, and low sandals. The dress was pleasingly tight and short. As she stood, facing away from me, I could see the outlines of her bra and panties, cutting into her soft flesh, under the light cotton. It was a fine view, and my crotch stirred.

"Have you thought about what Jerry and Carol said?" Debby asked.

I jerked out of a daydream involving Debby bent over the counter. "Yeah. I guess so. You?"

"Um, hmm. What's your opinion?"

"I don't know. What's yours?"

"I asked you first," she returned.

"Like I said, I don't know. I suppose it's kinda interesting, in a way. But I don't want to even think about it if you don't want to."

"Don't put it all on me."

"No, really! If you didn't want to, we don't. Simple as that."

"Would you want to otherwise?"

"Maybe. Does the thought of screwing Carol or somebody else make me hard? Sure. So what? If you don't want to I don't want to. The thought of screwing you makes me hard, too." I stood and leaned against the counter. "What about you? Do you want to fuck Jerry or anybody else?"

"Maybe. I suppose it's a fantasy."

I refilled my coffee cup. "Listen, if you want, we can go. If you feel uncomfortable, we make our excuses and bug out. Or not. When do we have to decide by?"

"I told Carol we'd let them know by next weekend. The party, or whatever, is the following Friday."

The conversation hadn't eased my erection. I looked down at Debby's profile again, and put down my cup. I pivoted and was pressed against her warm rump.

"Jimmy! What are you doing?"

I began to tug at the hem of her dress. "I think you know what I'm doing."

"The boys will be back soon. Now stop it," she was squirming against the counter, trying to pull the skirt down, as I was trying to pull it up. After more protests, she pushed me back and whirled to face me. "Now behave! The boys could walk in any minute now!"

I simply smiled and pushed her back against the counter, now facing me. I brought my hands up and began unbuttoning her dress at the neck.

"Jimmy! Stop it!" Debby laughed at me. She brought her hands up and tried to rebutton the dress. It was a fun race, but I was slowly winning. "Jimmy! We can't! Not here! Not now!"

I laughed and grabbed her hand. Debby yelled some more as I dragged her out of the kitchen and up the stairs. I pulled her into the bedroom. She clung to the door briefly, locking it and slamming it shut. Then I pushed her onto the bed.

Laughing, she began to unbutton the buttons I had missed earlier. I unzipped my slacks, and pushed them and my shorts down. Reaching down, I rudely pushed the dress above her hips. Grabbing her panties, I whisked them off her outstretched legs. I then pushed the legs wide apart and plunged in.

"Oh, God, Jimmy!" Debby's legs wrapped around my back as her pelvis ground against me. I supported myself on my hands, and withdrew slightly, and Debby finished with the buttons. Her bra had a front clasp, and she popped that next. Her breasts were flushed, her nipples erect. I rammed back in.

I threw my weight on top of her and Debby responded in kind. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kept her legs wrapped around my waist as I bucked against her. She was as hot and horny as I was. Much too fast, we came together in a flood of heated juices.

"Mom! Jimmy called me a dweeb!"

"Did not! Mom, Brian's lying again!"

We looked at each other and laughed. Pulling out, I stood and Debby hurriedly buttoned up. Then Debby unlocked the door and dealt with the latest crisis. It was then I noticed Debby's panties still on the floor where I had thrown them. She had been too hurried to put them back on. I smiled and picked them up. I used them to wipe the come off my cock, before throwing them in the hamper.

***

Debby settled the boys down, then grabbed her car keys. She yelled she had to go to the store, and then took off. I played at Daddy the rest of the morning and the early afternoon. Around three, Debby returned, and I helped her unload bags from the car.

Surreptitiously, I looked at her legs and ass. No stockings, no panty lines. I wondered if she realized yet, she wasn't wearing underwear. In the kitchen, I bumped against her while putting away groceries. My fingers couldn't detect anything under the dress.

"That's right, you bastard, no panties," Debby hissed under her breath.

Smiling, I leaned against the counter, and whispered back, "When did you notice?"

"Lunch." She continued to unpack groceries. "I'm sitting in McDonald's and these two teenage boys are staring between my legs. Giggling and pointing. You bastard." Now she smiled back.

"Didn't your mother teach you to cross your legs?" I asked innocently.

"Bastard."

We finished putting stuff in the pantry, and then Debby headed for the bedroom. Going for some panties, I thought. On tiptoes, I followed. I pushed the bedroom door open to find her pulling her bureau drawer open.

Seeing me, she smiled and called me a bastard again. I came in and locked the door behind us.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"I think you know," I said. I took the panties out of her hands and stuffed them back in the drawer. Then I pushed the drawer shut and nestled up behind her.

"Not again, Jimmy! What about the boys?"

"Again. The boys are watching a video." I reached down and pulled the hem of her skirt above her waist. Then I reached down and unzipped my pants again. My cock sprang out. Her bare ass cheeks were warm against my straining manhood. Holding her hips, I pushed her against the bureau, and entered her from behind.

"Oh, Jimmy!" she moaned. In the mirror before us, I watched her hands slide to her cunt. Her fingers began to massage her clit. She was standing on her toes, her back arched against my chest. She brought her head back against my shoulder. "Yes, Jimmy, yes!" she whispered.

Not stopping the slow thrusting, I reached my hands around and unbuttoned her dress again. The straining fabric popped open as I worked my way to her navel. Then I slowly drew them up along her belly, over the bulging brassiere, to the arms. Taking the fabric, I drew the dress down off her arms, so that it was now hanging from her waist. Debby was now thrusting back at me, watching in the mirror as I disrobed her.

"The bra, Jimmy, take off the bra." Her voice was now hoarse, panting.

"I planned on it, my dear." I slid my hands up her sleek flanks, back up to the bra, now overflowing with excited tits. I unhooked the snap and drew it away from her arms. Her breasts sprang forth. Her nipples seemed huge in the reflection. My cock grew even harder, and I began thrusting fiercely.

"Oh, God, Jimmy!"

I pushed Debby harder against the bureau. She placed her hands on the top, supporting her weight. I grabbed her hips and held them up, and thrust even more vigorously. In the mirror, I could see her tits bouncing and swaying, her teeth delicately biting her lower lip. She was moaning so quietly and so urgently. Her cunt felt so tight, so hot, so juicy. It was twitching around me, in spasms. I came, ramming it in one last time. Her back arched against my chest.

"Mom! Make Brian give back the TV control!"

I looked at her in the mirror and we both laughed. "Mommy will be down in a minute!" I called out. "She's busy right now." We laughed again, and I pulled my limp dick out of her drenched cunt.

Debby tugged her dress down again, then bent over to pick up her bra. Faster, I grabbed it and moved back.

"Jimmy!?"

I took the bra and wiped my cock off on one of the cups. Then I moved back to her. Grabbing her dress, I pulled it above her cunt, and used the other cup to wipe off her wet pussy. I tossed the bra into the bathroom towards the hamper. "No underwear."

"Jimmy!"

"No underwear."

She looked at me for a moment, then slipped her arms into the dress sleeves. As I zipped, Debby smiled and whispered, "Bastard!"

I laughed and unlocked the door. Back to the kids.

***

Debby came back downstairs about thirty minutes later. She had changed her dress and had first taken a shower. She had a clean, soap scent about her, not the fresh fucked scent she wore when I came downstairs. The new dress was similar to the first, but lighter, tighter, and shorter. She had changed shoes, too. Instead of the flat sandals she wore to the store, she had on a pair of high heeled sandals. I rubbed her back when the boys couldn't see.

"No bra or panties, bastard," she whispered.

"I'll tell my mother you said that," I whispered back.

"And I'll tell her what you did to make me say it."

"She'll call you a shameless hussy," I replied.

"So? I am."

Dinner passed, as did TV time. Debby teased me the rest of the night. She unbuttoned her dress down to the level of her tits, giving me a great look at her cleavage. Her nipples poked through the thin cotton. After dinner, in the family room, while the kids watched the tube, she placed her legs so that I could see straight up her dress. Her pussy was pink and moist through the trim blond curls.

Thank God the boys were too young to know what was going on. Of course, I had noticed Little Jimmy starting to look through the Penney's catalog at more than toys. Now he seemed to be noticing the bra and nightgown sections. The boys seemed to stay up forever, but then again, they didn't have school the next day.

Finally the boys hustled off to bed around ten. Debby and I continued watching the TV, she in her armchair and me in mine, facing her. Every five or ten minutes I saw a hand steal up to her chest and pop another button. After half an hour, the dress was completely undone. Her belly button stared at me, and her nipples pointed up. Her skirt had ridden up her thighs, now spread wide. Debby began to slowly play with herself, teasing me along with her nipples and clit. I sipped a beer and idly watched.

When the news ended, Debby stood. "Coming to bed?" she asked. One eyebrow arched, and she did a bump-and-grind in my direction. I upended the beer bottle down my throat and followed her to our room.

Once in our room I rapidly stripped. Debby, almost naked to begin with, was faster. She sat on the bed facing me with her legs spread wide. I moved to join her on the bed.

"Not so fast, buster," she said to me. "All day long I've been doing what you want. It's your turn now."

"Gladly."

Pointing to the floor between her feet, she said, "Dinner time."

I knelt between her legs and lowered my head to her crotch. A heavy, musky scent almost overpowered a light floral scent. Not only had she showered, she had douched. She pushed her ass to the edge of the bed, then put her hands behind my head. Pulling me into her cunt, she said, "Lick your plate clean."

I eagerly complied. Her finger fucking had made her pussy hot and juicy. Burying my lips in hers, I tongued out her cunt as deep as I could go. After a few minutes of the delicious futility, I shifted north and, putting my lips around her bright red clit, started sucking. The effect was electrifying. Her thighs began quivering, and Debby began gasping out her joy. After a few minutes, she collapsed backwards onto the bed.

I rose and crawled onto the bed with her. Debby recovered rapidly and twisted around, head to toe. Straddling my face, she murmured, "Dessert," and bent down to engulf my hard dick with her lips. Sliding my hands up her thighs, I spread her pussy lips and she settled her cunt over my mouth. Debby came in an endless orgasm, her juices flooding onto my face. But she never stopped licking and sucking my cock until the jism finally exploded into her mouth. At one point, she gagged slightly, and some of my come dribbled out of her mouth. She licked and sucked it back off my dick.

We both sank into each others arms. I began to doze, when I felt her hands massaging my limp prick back to life. "Wanna try for the hat trick?" she said. I simply smiled, and she continued her hand job. "That should do it," she said when it was hot and hard again.

Drawing her legs up, she straddled my waist and lowered her twat onto the erection she continued to hold in her hands. Rocking forwards, she thrust her tits in my face. Taking the hint, I began sucking them, alternating, left, then right. Debby moaned. Supporting herself with one arm on the bed, she kept the other in our joined crotches, simultaneously rubbing my shaft and her clit. She was really juicy - the wet spot was going to be a new Great Lake. Finally, she came, her ass bouncing like a jackhammer. The incredible friction made me come like I thought she was going to blow off of me.

Laying on the bed afterwards, she slipped off the sandals. Smiling over at me, she said, "We gotta get rid of the kids the next weekend we want to do this all day."

Chest heaving, I could only agree.

Chapter 4

"So what's the dress code for an orgy?" I asked Debby. "I haven't talked to Jerry since we had that dinner." The next day, Jerry had gone for a week to a convention. An accountant's convention, now that must be real fun. Then again, maybe I didn't know Jerry or accountants as well as I thought I had. And then the day he came back, I had a sales trip downstate, for a week. I had left it up to Debby to sort things out.

I was shaving as I asked, dressed in my bathrobe. Debby was taking a shower. She looked pretty good through the frosted glass door. You could see just enough to stay interested. She spoke up. "Supposed to be informal tonight. Wear slacks and a shirt. Carol says no underwear. They tend to get lost or mixed up."

"Informal tonight? You mean sometimes these things are formal?"

"Occasionally. Apparently the one around New Year's they make dressier. And in October the party is in costumes."

"Costumes?"

"Yeah. Halloween. Carol says last year Jerry dressed like a lumberjack, and she wore nothing but a red cape, red fishnet stockings, and red heels. You know, Little Red Riding Hood and the Woodsman."

"That would be interesting."

Debby turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. I watched as she dried herself off, and my cock stirred loose from the robe. Debby laughed and put on her robe. "Save it for later."

I snorted. "One thing puzzles me. With six women, odds are at least one of you is going to be on the rag."

"We're all on the pill and we synchronized."

"Huh?"

Debby shook her head and gave me her exasperated "Men!" look. "They hold these, uh, things, every four weeks. And all birth control pills have twenty-eight day cycles."

"So?"

"So, by ending a cycle early, you can induce an early period and change the cycle. Haven't you ever noticed that when we go away together, I'm never menstruating?"

"Uh, I guess not." Another look.

We left the bathroom to dress. I slipped on some khaki slacks, a light dress shirt, and some loafers. No socks, no shorts. Debby took forever trying to decide what to wear, before settling on a light sundress. Very pretty, it had a tube top with tiny straps that tied at the shoulders. Below the waist it hung loose to the knees. Excellent view of her cleavage, and easily lifted. I know. I've lifted it often. A personal favorite. She sat to put on some ankle strapped, high heeled sandals.

"How are my folks?" I asked. Earlier, Debby had taken the boys over to my parents for the weekend. We'd pick them up on Sunday, by which time my parents would be run ragged, and Debby and I would have fucked each other ragged.

"Oh, okay. Same as always." She looked up at me. "You'll never believe what I found at their place."

"What?"

"A vibrator! I mean, a dildo at your Mom's and Dad's!"

"Now where'd you find that? Snooping in their bedroom?"

"I'm serious! I was alone in the living room for a few minutes and sat on the couch. And I feel this hard something or other down in the cushions. So I pulled it out. I couldn't believe it!"

"So'd you return it to Mom? Here, Mom, you left this downstairs?" I laughed deeply.

"Very funny, wise guy. No, I heard her come back in and I stuffed it back down in the chair. Jimmy, it was huge. I mean, it was as big as any that we've got." She looked up at me as I smiled. "Well, you're taking this much better than I would have thought."

"What, that my parents have sex? Honey, where'd I come from, the stork?" I leaned back against my dresser and watched Debby dress. "Hey, I've known my parents fucked since I was Little Jimmy's age. They have a very active sex life. Very."

"I never would have guessed, to look at them."

I knew what she meant. Both are in their sixties, short and pudgy, wrinkled and gray. "I remember when I was fourteen, they took my sister and me to this cabin on a lake for a vacation. So one night, I couldn't sleep, you know, my occasional insomnia? And I heard them going at it real late. The walls were like tissue. They were being real vocal. Dad's telling her how to blow him, Mom's telling him how to eat him, they're both telling each other how to fuck. They really like sex!"

"God! You're kidding!"

"Nope. I was an asshole the next day. I mean, my father, sure, but my Mom? Never!" I laughed. "Then I figured out that I wouldn't be around otherwise, and said so what."

"Wow"

"One time my mother was talking to Sis. Dad was having some prostate trouble, and the doctor thought they might have to operate. So my sister the nurse tells her about the procedure, and about the odds for impotency. Mom just says, real quiet, 'We wouldn't like that.'"

Debby laughed at that. "He's all right, though."

"Oh, sure. Problem went away."

Debby stood and we went downstairs. She said, "I just can't see your parents screwing. Or mine. At least when Dad was alive."

I laughed again. "Yeah, well I saw your Mom last week."

"Oh? I talked to her yesterday, and she didn't say anything."

"She didn't see me."

"So why didn't you say hello? I thought you liked my mother?"

"I do." And I do. They say before you marry a woman, take a close look at her mother, because that's who'll she'll look like in twenty years. So Debby's going to look real nice. Debby's mom is only mid-fifties, and built like Debby. Nice legs, slim waist, big tits. Pretty face and has grayed quite nicely. "But she really wasn't in the mood for family." Debby's dad had died a few years previously, rather young.

"Why? Where was she?"

"In a bar."

"Huh?!"

"I was down in Salem. It was late, and I took the client out for drinks and dinner at the Holiday Inn. It must be about eight, and we're in the lounge, and I look up at a mirror, and who do I see? Your mom and some guy. Handsome fellow, I suppose, well dressed, around her age. And they're not paying attention to anyone else."

"No! Mom?!"

"She never saw me. Had on this red skirt and jacket, and a white blouse. The skirt buttons up the front. Well, loverboy puts his hand on her knees..."

"How'd you see this?" asked Debby.

"Like I said, in a mirror. They were in a booth, probably figured nobody could see. But I had a great shot under the table. Any way, he puts his hand on her knee? And she pops a few buttons on the skirt. His hand went sliding home. And then she puts one of her hands in his lap. She's stroking through his pants like crazy."

"God! I can't believe it, I mean, My mother!"

"Debby, you knew she dated since your Dad died? Right?"

"Yeah, but I guess I never went the next step."

"Well, your Mom ain't dead. She seemed to be having a fine old time."

"God! What happened next?"