Racial swap-night

CHAPTER FOUR

Alyce Frampton could not imagine how it was possible that Eddie could be staying out so late with two men discussing their backhands. Usually, he shunned going out after hours with his students at the tennis clinic and this evening it just didn't make any sense that he would be out past midnight. She tried to wait up for him as she had read several articles on sexual techniques in marriage and she was eager to show her husband of three months that she was not an uptight little prude, but a loving responsive wife, willing to take pleasure and give pleasure.

Finally, disappointed and worried about the future of her marriage, she had gone to bed; however, she could not sleep. Her mind churned her thoughts into a morass of doubts and suspicions that threatened to drag her into the depths of despair.

The more the young blonde wife tossed and turned and craved for the dark curtain of sleep to spread across the window of her mind, the more alert she became. After what seemed like hours, she resorted to her medicine cabinet's treasures where she took a sleeping pill. Long before her adulterous husband returned she was dead to the world in her narcotic induced sleep. Eddie was glad to see that she was asleep and he did not try to rouse her.

Another young wife, however, had had a much more exciting evening. Sally Dunn who was in reality "the couple of guys for backhand makeup lessons and drinks afterwards" had gone to the tennis club at closing time where she had met Alyce's husband, Eddie. The two adulterers had coupled almost immediately, frantically, tearing at each other's clothing, exposing the softness and the hardness of flesh and blending them quickly in the headlong pursuit of their carnal desires.

The infinite desperation of their later lovemaking left them both sexually satiated and tingling with delirious mental, emotional and physical exhaustion. Then they had slept nude upon the sofa in the lobby of the darkened tennis club, and when they had awakened it was already two o'clock in the morning.

"Suffering Christ!" he exclaimed, looking at his digital watch. "It's two o'clock!"

Sally unconcerned crept closer into his arms, snuggling against him and reaching down between them to caress his flaccid cock, in an attempt to arouse him once more.

"Kiss me," she murmured low and throaty.

Briefly, Eddie kissed her with cool lips, breaking away before tongues were entwined to say, "Sally, for God's sake! We've got to get out of here. What would your husband say and my wife is going to kill me."

Dreamily Sally offered, "Oh, David's not expecting me. He's playing in that tournament so I told him I was going to stay with my sister. The time's not important to me."

"Well, why the hell didn't you tell me before," he said in a slightly irritated fashion. "We could have gone to a motel or something and I would have made up an excuse for Alyce."

Sally Dunn merely ignored his annoyance. She wasn't interested in a petty lecture. There was a big cock at her disposal and she wanted more of it and she would not be detoured from her destination. The pert brunette rolled over on top of him and ground her pelvis down on him, forcing his limp prick to lie in the furrow of her cock-hungry, insatiable cunt while she moved her hips lewdly, demandingly; meanwhile, using her lips and mouth on his body.

As man of the world he pretended to be, Eddie was not in fact that knowledgeable when it came to sex. He would not have believed that he was capable of another sexual bout so soon, but his immense cock began to engorge with blood, rising jerkingly into the moistness of her well-educated pussy-lips.

As soon as she felt the first throbbing of his erection, she slid off him, gripped his big cock in her hands, milking the foreskin back and sucked him to hardened readiness, flopping to her back to take him into her with her legs pulled up to her chest and reveling in the gigantic hunk of pulsating flesh he was sinking into her cunt.

Then, he went into her with a rush with long, slow and deliberate strokes, his ejaculation and climax delayed, he brought her to orgasm until finally she was completely spent, satiated from the unending pleasure of it.

Sally lay on her back, unable to gather the strength to ease him, bring him completion, and he was frantic, fucking into her unresponding cunt, unable to cum again he was so uptight.

Pulling out of her, he knelt over her lips, forcing her to take his aching cock into her mouth. She nibbled on it, finally taking all of him to suck while he moved his pelvis in a motion over her face, forcing her to take even more of him on each downstroke, making her gag as it drove to the back of her throat, her lips turning in as she absorbed him without complaint; while, on the outstroke, her lips pulled out, the pink, inner parts of her mouth showing.

It was hard work, but finally the boiling sperm came hosing through the length of him, spewing the viscous, white semen thickly into her mouth. She kept swallowing until all of the sticky cum was siphoned from his jerking cock and was consumed. Then, he rolled heavily to his side and slept beside her.

The next time they awakened it was 3AM and they dressed themselves hurriedly in silent exhaustion; both of them totally sexually spent.

Alyce Frampton got up the next day with a sleeping pill hangover and the fervent hope that her husband would have some explanation for his errant ways.

No such explanation was forthcoming. Eddie slept until almost noon as his first group would not start until one o'clock and didn't even so much as mention the lateness of his arrival home the previous evening.

Alyce tried to be as pleasant as possible under the circumstances but her husband seemed to be ignoring her.

When finally, he picked up one of his new fiberglass racquets and threw a white sweater over his shoulders and abstractly waved good-bye without kissing her, she feared the worst. It was the first time in the three months since they had been married that he had failed to kiss her good-bye and to the already fearful, suspicious wife it was almost a sign that it was all over.

The gnawing question in her mind surfaced suddenly, punching her in the gut with its intensity. What if Eddie's already found another woman? Someone to do all those horrible perverted things with…

Alyce didn't know that she was the third of three wives that evening in what was turning into a little circle. Unfortunately, she was the only one out of the three, Nina Marsdale, Sally Dunn had both had a wildly satisfying bout of sexual ecstasy. Alyce didn't know that she was the only one hanging out there in sexual frustration she only knew that something was dreadfully wrong and she wanted the score to change.