Oh, Megan, she s been such a bitch this week, Tony complained during the commercials at halftime. I turned to look at him, somewhat startled by his language especially in reference to his nubile young wife.
I told her Genuine Draft, specifically, and she bought these wussy things, he said, lifting a bottle of the watery light beer. Guess she s cruising for it again, he added, with a sparkle in his eyes.
Sara s been acting up, too, Jon said, his gruff voice sounding sympathetic. Then he laughed and took a large swig of beer. Of course, once she finally gets the spanking she s angling for, she s as sweet as ever.
A spanking? I cried out. Tony just laughed at my outburst.
Oh, come on, Matt. Don t you think it s time you were indoctrinated? You said Jenny asks you about our parties. Megan says she s all ears when they talk about what goes on.
I knew the four of them fooled around at their barbecues, and it completely fascinated me. I certainly never thought I could talk Jenny into actually participating, but maybe Megan had already done the work for me. My momentary daydream about Jenny and Megan locked in a sixty nine was broken when Tony started bragging that Megan had bought him a ping pong paddle to use on her.
Well, Sara likes my belt, Jon replied. She leaves it on the bed when she wants me to use it. I ll come home from work, and she ll be waiting for me at the door, all puppy dog eyes. Then, when I go to the bedroom to change into jeans, I ll see my thick leather belt coiled on my pillow. It s like her little sign.
I don t know if that s for us. I don t think Jen would like it.
Sure she would. She jokes with Megan about it, Tony laughed, whacking me on the back. Get with it, man.
With that, Jon piped in, Come on, Matt, there s more to swinging than just wife swapping.
At the next commercial, I excused myself to use the phone.
Jenny, it s me.
Hi, Matt. How s the game?
I m gonna be home early. I tried to control my voice and make it sound a bit more authoritative. I want you to be ready for me, ready for something new.
Oh, yeah? she asked slyly.
I want you in your white nightgown without any panties.
There was a silence on the line, and I knew I d gotten her attention.
Be ready for me young lady, or . . . I ll have to give you a spanking. I heard her giggling as I hung up and went back to the living room.
Tony handed me another light beer, and I could feel his eyes on me as if he knew what had just happened. But he didn t ask any questions, and I didn t offer any information. We spent the rest of the evening concentrating on the game or, in my case, pretending to.
I hurried and found Jen in the bedroom, brushing her hair. I don t think she d ever looked so enticing her honey blonde hair combed straight back away from her forehead, her face pale and innocent, the slightest fever flush kissing her cheekbones. She was biting her lip sort of nervously, obviously a bit worried though lost in her daydream.
What did you say on the phone? she asked when she noticed me in the doorway. Her voice was all trembly, as if she were a naughty little girl. I mean, at the end? she sputtered.
I went over to the bed and slowly lifted her nightgown. She had on the white one, like I d told her. It s a short t shirt style with tiny pink bows in the pattern. Underneath, she had on a pair of stretchy white lace panties. Was this a sexy sign?
I sat on the edge of the bed and gently lifted her over my knees. I said you d get a spanking for disobeying me. And I meant it, darling. I slid my fingers under the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, exposing her beautiful bottom.
Oh, she sighed.
That was it? No protest? No shocked outrage? From the woman who had always preferred to have the lights out when we made love? Was all that girl talk with Megan turning my quiet wife toward kinky new possibilities?
Slap! She wasn t quiet now, for I smacked her pretty ass hard enough to leave a handprint. She was moaning and wriggling around on my lap.
Slap! She wasn t wriggling as if she wanted me to stop, though. She was grinding her pelvis against my knee, leaving a dampness there from her lovely pussy.
Slap! I could have spanked her all night long it excited me that much. But Jen started sighing like she does when she s on the verge of coming, and suddenly I needed to be inside her. I moved her off my lap and ripped open my jeans to free my cock. It was huge, the head all swollen and purple like a ripe plum. Jen gasped when she saw it.
On your back, I ordered. Legs apart. She obeyed instantly, spreading her slender thighs and reaching down between her legs to hold her slippery pussy lips open for me. I can t describe the feeling of sliding into her wet heat it was like heaven.
She was crying out as I fucked her, crying out from her spanking, from the punishment I had inflicted on her cherry pink bottom. But she was also crying from how good it felt the two of us moving together, making love so wildly. She was louder than I was, tossing her head back and moaning. She moved on me like an animal wild and sinful, purring one second and growling the next.
Then she started begging for more, screaming, Fuck me harder, baby, harder, please! So I slammed into her like a locomotive, going crazy from the sound of dirty words coming from her divine lips. Our bodies became one amazing machine, grinding hard and fast and deep.
Fuck me, Matt. Let me be your bad girl.
The sound of my angel, my sweet baby, talking like such a naughty little thing, dirty words cascading from her candy mouth, was sending me over the edge.
We slept like the dead afterward, drained emotionally and physically. My arms were wrapped around her, my fingers resting on her bottom. It still radiated heat glorious, hell fire heat.
So, Matt, we re invited to one of those parties at Meg and Tony s on Friday, Jen told me merrily the next morning. And Tony said for you to call him first. The twinkle in Jenny s eyes made me want to ask what was going on, but I decided to wait and talk to Tony myself. I called him from the office.
Hey, Matt, Tony said to me. Did the two of you have fun last night?
I was silent, wondering what he knew, how he could know, then realizing that Jen might have already called Megan while I was driving to work.
Yeah . . . I managed to get out.
This party on Friday, it s gonna get kind of wild.
Yeah, you all party together, don t you? That ll be great.
You re right about that, but there s more. Matt, we re going to have a few naughty young ladies on our hands.
Now he was the one who paused while I let my mind wander, thinking about my own naughty girl at home and her glowing heart shaped ass. I began to wonder if everything the entire evening with Jenny, the way Tony and Jon had discussed their personal lives was all a setup. I waited for Tony to continue.
If the women really get into their bad girl mood, it gets to be a round robin thing, if you know what I mean.
I m not really sure I do, I said, still picturing Jenny s reddened bottom. But now I imagined disciplining her in front of the other two couples, perhaps while Megan and Sara were also being punished. Is that really what he meant? I suddenly understood that Jenny had wanted to be spanked for a long time and that it was something that had been orchestrated by the wives. Did Jenny really already know about this twist that was being proposed?
What I m trying to say, Tony stumbled for words, is that if your wife is itching for it, you should spank her right then. In fact, the same goes for any of the women.
You re serious, aren t you?
He laughed, Well, yeah. It ll be hot. Megan and I can t wait. See you there.
We got off the phone, and I leaned back in my leather office chair and stared at the ceiling. I pictured Jen with her blue sundress up around her hips and her panties crumpled down around her thighs. I imagined Tony in the role of disciplinarian, turning Jen s sweet ass bright red while I watched or while I paddled Sara s round bottom and Jon spanked Megan.
My fantasy caused me to rise to quite a state of arousal. I strolled, as casually as possible, into the men s room to take care of myself and came twice in less than five minutes. How on earth was I going to last until Friday?
Hello, hello, so glad you could make it, Megan said, kissing me lightly on the cheek and taking Jen by the hand. I ve been cooking all afternoon. It smells wonderful, Jen gushed, following our hostess into the kitchen while I took our jackets and hung them on the wooden rack behind the front door.
Jon and Sara greeted me from the living room. They sat in a honeymooners pose, her head on his shoulder, his fingers lightly playing up and down her waist, easing toward her breasts.
I hadn t even said hello when Sara stood and walked toward me. She stood on her tiptoes to embrace me and then pulled me down to her level to kiss me, full on and open mouthed, while her husband watched casually from the sofa.
I ve wanted to do that for a long time, she said, grinning up at me. Her black hair fell in ringlets around her shoulders, a few stray wisps covering her forehead.
I looked over her head toward Jon, but he just smiled and nodded to me as if to say that everything was fine with him.
Did you like that? she asked me. Can I do it again?
For an answer, I wrapped her in my arms and lifted her clear off the ground, kissing her sweetly parted lips, meeting her tongue with mine and exploring the warm heat of her mouth.
What are the rules? I asked her.
No rules, she laughed at me. We re all grown ups here. Just do what you want to, Matt.
I looked over at Jon again, but he wasn t paying attention to us anymore. Megan had come in from the kitchen and was perched on the arm of the couch. She d lifted her green silk blouse over her head to reveal her wonderful, round breasts, and Jon s face was buried in the soft valley between them.
It suddenly occurred to me that Jen and Tony must be somewhere else in the house taking care of each other. But before I could wonder about what they were doing, Sara dropped to her knees on the plush carpet and began slowly unbuttoning my fly. Her mouth opened and took me in, consuming me, draining me. She tried to speak with her mouth full of cock, but the words were slurred, and I didn t quite understand. I thought she said something about watching the punishment scene.
I placed both hands on the back of her head, helping her find the rhythm I craved, losing my fingers in her riot of glossy midnight curls. I heard moans from the couch across the room, and I struggled to look away from the nymph on her knees in front of me to check out the action between Jon and Megan. What I saw made my legs go weak, and I gratefully leaned against the wall behind me for support.
Jen had joined us while I was lost in the ministrations of Sara s sweet mouth. Jen and Megan were now both bent over the arm of the couch, Jen s dress pulled up and her panties down, Megan s skirt tucked into her waistband. Meg didn t have on any underpants at all. Jon sat in front of them, holding their wrists tightly, making sure that their arms were straight and their bodies pressed tight against the leather sofa. Tony stood a foot or two behind them, a leather covered paddle in his hand. Then he began smacking their bottoms, one and then the other, as the women squealed.
I saw roses blooming on Jen s pale bottom. How pretty she looked, bent in submission, her golden hair thrown free from the tortoise shell barrettes as she tossed her head back and forth.
Now I wanted a woman over my lap, and I pulled a startled Sara away from my cock and dragged her quickly to a wooden chair in the corner. I made sure that she could witness the action on the other side of the room. Tony was now sliding his cock between Megan s well sculpted thighs, and Jon was instructing Jen to get down on her knees before him.
Open wide, Jenny. That s the girl, I heard Tony growl.
I slid up Sara s filmy dress, pulling it over the swell of her ass and anchoring it in the small of her back. She had on only a white lace thong underneath, and it decorated her bottom nicely, separating each plump cheek for me to spank.
Her skin was already warm beneath my palm, and I smiled inwardly as I thought of how much warmer it would be when I was through. I spanked her ass once, hard, and then stroked her.
Have you been a bad girl? I asked.
Sara hesitated. Oh, yes.
I spanked her again, this time slapping her right cheek, then her left.
Tell me what you ve done. My cock stirred as I waited for her to answer. I hadn t zipped up my fly, and Sara could surely feel my aching cock thrusting against her.
I ve been very naughty, she sobbed softly. I ve been such a bad girl . . .
I spanked her again, only because her ass was so ripe and ready for it, and then I ordered her to continue.
I . . . I ve had such naughty thoughts, naughty fantasies.
About? I prompted.
She wriggled on my lap a little, moving against my cock so that I had to catch my breath.
About being with a another woman.
That is naughty, I assured her, already planning what I d like her to do with my wife after I finished spanking her, of course.
I slid my hand under the waistband of her lace thong and pulled it down her thighs, knowing that she d feel more exposed if her little asshole and succulent pussy were accessible to my probing fingers. Then I gave her a real spanking, fast and hard, warming her bottom as if she had truly been a bad little girl. I chided her while I walloped her ass, admonishing her for pretending to cry when I hadn t even begun to tan her hide.
I ll give you something to really cry about, I warned her. Don t you worry, young lady.
There was a silence in the room, and I realized the others were watching the show. I looked up, meeting Jenny s gaze, her eyes shining. I continued to spank Sara while staring at Jen, and I hoped that she could read in my expression that I was dying to have her over my lap next.
When I was through, I reached between Sara s thighs, dipping my fingers into the dreamy heat of her pussy. Her juices had flowed down her legs, drenching her thighs. I scooped her into my arms, rocking her, soothing the pain from the spanking. I want you to tell me your fantasies, Sara. You tell them to me right now.
She blushed and squirmed in my embrace, and I brought my lips to her ear and whispered, Would you like to show me? Would that be easier for you?
She nodded, biting her full lower lip. Then she stood, rubbing her sore bottom as she made her way toward my wife. All Sara could say was, Jenny, let me, please. She then helped Jen undress and sat her down on the sofa, spreading her slender thighs, parting her pretty pussy lips and going right for Jenny s core, diving in with her tongue and fingers.
This scene was just too much for Jon to bear, and he quickly grabbed ahold of Megan and pulled her down on top of him. He quickly moved her into a sixty nine, thrusting his cock into her hungry mouth while sucking every drop of honey from her shaved delta of Venus.
Tony and I were left staring in admiration at Jen and Sara, watching as my beautiful wife looked over at Jon and Megan and got the idea to try a sixty nine herself. She motioned to Sara, and Sara quickly slid up on the couch and let Jen go to work. They were incredible to watch, Sara s midnight hair against Jenny s pale thighs, Jen s golden mane spread over her naked back and shoulders.
I bent down at the side of the couch and began touching Jenny s lovely body, running my fingers along her still pink bottom and sliding one spit slick finger into her little asshole. I felt little contractions as Sara brought Jenny to her first shuddering orgasm of the evening. I wanted to be fucking Jen there, thrusting my cock into her bottom while Sara continued to work magic with her tongue on Jen s clit. I turned once to look at Tony, but he had joined the party on the floor, fucking his wife in the ass while Jon bucked inside her tight little pussy.
It seemed like we all came at once. The room was thick with electricity, moans and cries, the intoxicating jungle smell of sex and sweat. And then there was the heat the glorious heat. I pulled Jenny and Sara away from each other and got between them. I began fucking Jenny, who was on her back, while I played with Sara s pert, perfect breasts as she straddled Jen s mouth. Soon we were just nameless, faceless bodies Jen and me and Sara and Megan and Tony and Jon and Megan and Sara and me and Jenny and Jon and Tony, over and over until nothing mattered anymore except for coming.
Fevered skin on skin, the open willingness of Jenny s pussy, the tightness of Megan s asshole, the slickness of Sara s mouth my beautiful angels, all three of them. Joining with me in the heat created by our bodies, the wild fantasies of our minds. Joined once. And forever.