Racial swap-night

CHAPTER FIVE

Eddie drove to his afternoon group unable to concentrate on anything but the memory of the wild night of uninhibited sex with Sally Dunn. She could still feel her lips around his cock sucking him dry as he parked his car. She had sucked every last ounce of sperm from his cock like she was dehydrated in the desert.

Suddenly the woman that he could see in his mind's eye stuck her head out of the rear of the pro shop and called, "Eddie, you're wanted on the telephone."

"Okay, Sally, thanks," he called loping across the parking lot to the telephone in the pro shop.

"Yes," he said into the telephone, "Eddie Frampton here."

"Eddie it's Nina Marsdale. I'd like to have a little talk with you today. What's your group schedule like today?"

"Well, let's see," he said uncertainly. What the hell did Nina Marsdale want with him? "I have a group in a couple of minutes at one, and then one at two, and I think that's it. I should be through here by four at the latest. What is it?"

"I don't wish to discuss it on the telephone, Eddie. Why don't you meet me for a drink about four. How about the Carlton Hill Hotel cocktail lounge?"

The mysterious tone of her voice and the urgency she projected to him, her words surging through his consciousness, held him absolutely intrigued.

"Well, all right, Mrs. Marsdale, if it's important, I'll be there. Carlton Hill at four."

"That's a good little boy!" she said and then she hung up.

"Did I hear correctly?" Eddie asked himself stunned that the wife of his boss would be so flippant with him.

He didn't have time to dwell on it. He had a group to teach and then there would be the matter of breaking the news that he wouldn't be home again this evening to Alyce. Things were certainly getting busy for the young tennis pro.

Between his next group lessons he called his wife.

"Alyce," he said. "I won't be back for dinner tonight. They're having a board meeting tonight and deciding whether they can expand the club facilities and I have to be here. I don't know how late it's going to be so don't hold dinner and don't wait up for me."

She was instantly suspicious. Two late nights in a row. Just what was happening with her husband? But the young wife still felt a bit foolish about thwarting her husband's advances and she didn't want to start a row so she choked back the angry tirade that threatened to rush forth from her mouth.

"Okay, Eddie," was all she could manage. "I love you."

"Oh, Alyce, I love you too. Now don't go getting all worked up because we're separated once in a while. Why don't you call up one of your friends and go to the movies or something?" he said trying to distract her from his guilt.

"Maybe I will," she said none too convincingly. "See you later, dear."

For some reason after his last private lesson before his meeting with Nina Marsdale, Eddie took a long soothing shower and shaved. He patted on some after shave he kept in his locker and carefully dried his hair.

Now, he was glad that he had as he sat side by side with Nina Marsdale in a booth in the dimly lit cocktail lounge of the Carlton Hill Hotel. Eddie decided to have the same drink that Nina ordered, a dry martini, and over their drinks they sat chatting of trivialities as they became acquainted with each other.

Eddie was struck by the petite, yet exotic beauty of the woman. There was the Oriental mystery of her slanted eyes, her jet black hair cut in a precision style flattering to straight hair, the fashionable fit of her dress, revealing her petitely perfect body, the vivacity of her smile, and her animated stimulating conversation. Why had she chosen this place to talk to him and what was it she wanted to talk to him about, for she still had not revealed to him an inkling of the nature of their meeting.

"Eddie," she suddenly became serious, "what are your future plans at Marina? Do you aim for the board or do you want to be a tennis bum all your life?"

Wary now and even slightly angry at her boldness, he said, "Are those loaded questions?"

"Well, I haven't told a single soul this, but I would like to move onto the board. You know I took a degree in business administration in college and I have worked in public relations before coming to Marina. I took the job because I couldn't stand sitting at a desk, nine to five, anymore, but now I'm wondering how long these legs are going to stand up in say another ten years? I would like a future with Marina, definitely."

Nina listened attentively, then cut in, "So you do have some ambition?"

"Yes, I suppose so," he said, "don't most of us want to get somewhere in life."

"And what do you want out of life, Eddie? Surely more than just a chance at a new position."

"Well, I'd like to have a family. Of course, Alyce and I have only been married for a couple of months but…"

"But what… you're not having such great luck in the sack, is that it?" she asked dropping the bombshell on all the previously innocuous conversation.

The handsome tennis pro stared at her open mouthed, not knowing what this Oriental woman was getting at… what was she hinting at?

"Why… Alyce is from a very religious Mormon background and she's a little uptight, but we're working it out."

"And while you're working it out," she questioned a lewd little smile playing about her lips, "you've found some new outlets for your sexual frustration?"

He was really getting hot under the collar now. How dare this woman who was practically a stranger to him make these insinuations. "Just what are you driving at Mrs. Marsdale," he asked coldly.

"Don't be coy, stud," she whispered hoarsely, "I saw a little video tape of you and Sally Dunn with your cock rammed down her throat. Now I don't know whether you're aware of it up 'til now but at Marina we usually share and share alike."

"Jesus Christ!" he gasped a scarlet flush creeping up from his neck. Then he saw the smoky light smoldering in her almond shaped eyes and he guessed what was going to be her next pitch.

"What do you want with me, Mrs. Marsdale?" he asked already knowing the answer.

"You, stud," she said, her voice low, throaty, sexy, placing a hand on his thigh and moving it in small massaging circles inching upward to his cock.

Eddie's prick was instantly alert, the blood racing to engorge it, his scrotum tightening below, as her hand caressed him, making him feel that he was in some kind of weird dream. It couldn't be reality. How could reality be his boss's wife sitting at a booth in a cocktail lounge massaging his cock to a throbbing, jerking, almost instantaneous erection when he hardly knew her?

"Me? Are you sure?" he said stupidly with the excitement rising in him. "I mean, you're Clay's wife and all…"

Her eyes rolled upward and she stated coolly. "Clay and I are adults. He has his affairs and I have mine. The arrangement works out beautifully."

"But what about the videotape?" he asked.

"Don't worry about it, there's a lot of tape floating around the club that has nothing to do with poor volleying on the part of the new students. There are other things to occupy your mind, now."

He reached for her thigh, lying warmly beside his, but she put him off with a gentle hand.

"Not yet," she warned, her eyes promising him a future with her that looked very, very rosy. "We can get a room here."

"Okay, let's do it!" he said huskily.

Instantly, they rose, threading their way through the lounge; he grateful for the subdued lighting, as he walked with his hand in his pockets, trying to hide the obvious bulge of his hardened erect cock, inside his pants.

In minutes they had gone through the farce of registration with a disinterested hotel clerk and found themselves in a rather plush suite.

Eddie was to find this a day of surprises for the Oriental woman went straight to the telephone and ordered room service to bring up a bottle and a cocktail shaker. It was obvious to the young man that Nina had done this kind of thing before.

As she went into the bathroom he watched the ripple of her buttocks under the tight dress, her thighs clearly outlined under the tight material, the contour of her body exciting him, and he felt the familiar surge of blood into his cock. Christ! He'd never had a Chinese woman before.

He answered the knock on the door and let in the room service clerk who was wheeling a cart with ice bucket, bottles and glasses. He tipped the man not daring to look at the bill he had just signed.

Shit! What the fuck am I doing here in this swanky hotel with my boss's wife? This little setup is going to cost me a week's wages. I'm really flipping out. First, Sally Dunn and now Nina Marsdale but it's Nina that can really jeopardize my job even though she was the one that initiated this whole thing… And what about Alyce? This is hardly fair to her. We've only been married for three months, for Christ's sake and already I'm screwing around on her like mad.

Eddie was so caught up in his guilty thoughts that he had not even realized that the Oriental woman was back in the living room of the hotel suite, until her voice came to him from the center of the room. Apparently, she had taken it upon herself to mix the drinks already and now she had two glasses in her hands as she moved toward him.

"You didn't have to wait for me. You could have done the drinks," she said.

Dumbly, he took the glass from her hands. Her words meant nothing to him. He could only stand and stare at her dumbly.

She was incredibly beautiful. She wore a tightly fitted, floor length, Oriental costume of white silk brocade, shining dully in the soft glow from the muted lights of the big room. The dress shimmered and played over her body as she walked sensuously toward him, and he saw that the garment was split from floor to waist, exposing and hiding her legs alternately with each step. There was something forbidden but exciting about the high, mandarin collar that enfolded her neck, covering her chastely as indeed, the entire dress did, except for this sleekly trim legs which were hidden from his view entirely, only when she stopped before him.

Nina stood, looking up at him, the smokiness in her almond-shaped eyes revealing her mood. She reached out to put a hand on his athletically muscular arm.

"Eddie, I'm so glad that you could meet me," she said a trifle breathlessly in that sing-song voice of hers.

"So am I, but I'm… uh… a little embarrassed about this. I mean even what you said about Clay and his affairs… and all… still…"

"For God's sake, Eddie. Let's get over that shall we. I didn't come up here to discuss our respective spouses. That would be too dull for words. Now let's make a little excitement, shall we?" she said after her eyes glimmering like two hot slits.

"Agreed," he said.

The Chinese woman sank gracefully to the floor pulling the cushions from the sofa onto the floor to sit on. She arranged herself on the pillow with her legs tucked underneath and sipped her drink and motioned for him to sit beside her.

The young tennis pro took a huge swallow from his glass and sat down awkwardly on the floor. He wondered, as he lowered himself, whether or not she would have anything on under that fabulous dress she wore.

"What a lovely dress," he said.

"Thank you. I bought it this afternoon when I knew I was going to be seeing you."

"Oh, Nina," he groaned, "you're fabulous. I want you so much. I can't help myself."

With that he reached for her and she came eagerly into his arms, her lips searching for and finding his. Their mouths welded together and their tongues probed, tasting, savoring and exciting each other. His big hands explored her small, exquisite body; her curves under the material of the dress he found unencumbered by other garments. He felt her breasts, massaged them, feeling their smooth firmness under his hand and reveling in the feel of them, wanted them free and naked in his hands now.

Upwardly, his hand slid on her back to her neck, found the zipper, grasped it and gave a long smooth pull to her waist. She shrugged her shoulders and the garment fell forward, exposing her whole body to the navel. He feasted his eyes for a moment upon the golden loveliness of her.

Instantly, his mouth was on her, kissing and caressing those magnificent, mounding orbs of her femaleness, as his hands kneaded her, grasping a nipple and teasing it to erectness in his fingers.

The Oriental beauty lay back upon the cushions forcing him to follow. With a deft movement she removed the dress from her hips and legs, and she was completely nude before his lustful gaze, the swell of her hips, the long tapering legs, those supple dancer's legs, exciting him even more. His cock jerked inside his trousers, making its bid for freedom.

"Let's get those clothes off of you," she said.

Her small, cool hands were efficient, they moved with sure knowledge on his body, and he was soon stripped of his clothing, revealing his manhood, stiffly alert, throbbingly engorged.

"Fantastic!" she said, reaching out to fondle the hardness and length of him, moving the slack skin, experimentally to expose the blood-red head; then she lay back, suddenly, pulling him on top of her.

His cock came naturally to rest in the soft, hair-lined furrow of her cunt as she captured it, forcing the length of him to lie huge and thick against her, its pressure seeming to arouse her instantly.

"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked.

"Christ, yes!" he gasped, his breath beginning to come heavily, labored.

"Well tell me, then. Tell me what you want to do!"

"I really want to fuck, Nina," he said, his rough hands digging into both her breasts, squeezing them through his fingers like they were bread dough.

"How do you want it? How do you want to fuck me?" she hissed lasciviously into his ear.

"I want to fuck you so you scream for more!" Eddie vowed with intensity.

"Yes, baby. Kill me with your big cock! Fuck me hard till I scream!" she whispered hoarsely.

"Oh, yes, yes, baby, baby," he grunted, trying to recapture her lips.

"You'll do anything I want?" she queried, her eyes closed, breath coming in little short gasps.

"Anything you want… anything," Eddie promised.

"Then do it now!" she said, a moan coming deeply from her throat. "Fuck me! Ram your gigantic piece of meat into my cunt and fuck me like you've never fucked before! Fuck me now!"

And with that, Nina raised her legs, obscenely flexing them, and reached down between their loins to grip his huge, blood-engorged prick in her tiny hand, guiding it expertly between the lips of her warmly ready pussy, where she moved the knob of it up and down in the moist furrow, parting the soft, dark hair of the vaginal opening with the throbbing cudgel and moving the foreskin back and forth several times, until he felt it grow even harder in her hand. He could wait no more.

Firmly, with demanding pressure, he moved his hips against her. She felt the strength of him and placed the cowled head of his cock at the cunt-lipped opening of her, the tip of it resting just inside. She was ready for him now, and he drove his gargantuan rod of flesh long, deep and hard into her female softness.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… Eddie… oooooohhhhhhhhhhh!" she groaned beneath him as he felt the vaginal muscles give way with the onslaught and his cock was in her carnal canal, the warm, elastic, inner lining slipping wetly along his length, clinging to his hardened flesh, clasping him, claiming him and absorbing him to the hilt, his testicles swinging below, slapped against the cheeks of her upturned buttocks, as he rammed the giant phallus into her throbbing, widesplit cleft without mercy.

She screamed with the first entry of it, as Eddie struck bottom, his cock flicking past her cervix. Her hips twisted under him, screwing them back and down to escape the sudden penetration; but, he thrust all the harder into her, trying to cram the last bit of his massive prick up into her soft, pliant pussy.

Momentarily, he stopped, letting her cunt adjust to him, resting on top of her with his huge, fleshy rod skewering her to the floor. She opened her eyes wide, smiling smokily up at him now, the feeling of being stuffed once again with cock pleasing her immensely.

"Oh, you're so huge," she moaned. "I adore it. It's so marvelous to have a big cock in your cunt!"

Her hips began to move under him, then; first, in tiny circles, tantalizingly, changing to longer back and forth strokes, screwing her ass back, forcing withdrawal, only to move forward again, her cunt sliding and climbing up his giant pole, as she impaled herself fully on the thick length of him; finally, she moved with wildly gyrating buttocks, the smoldering sensuality blown to a raging furnace in her crotch.

The adulterous husband was in a rapture of his own. Eddie felt the fire of her, the wonderful feeling of her moist, clasping pussy moving around him driving him wild. He braced himself on his knees and elbows above her wildly thrashing body, letting her hungry cunt slither itself up and down the rigid length of his cock at will. A couple of times he bucked forward on her upstroke, driving the growing head of his member almost through the back wall of her womb.

Then he began to move with her, grinding his pelvis onto hers, his cock moving in and out rhythmically, and she strained back at him, finally matching her movements to his, so that he pistoned her smoothly.

Nina moaned in ecstasy beneath him, welcoming his pounding pelvis, lifting her ass up to him, arching off the floor to meet him, her legs opening and closing around his waist, fucking back at his rampaging prick in the chanting rhythm of sexual surrender.

"Harder… deeper… fuck me… fuck me… harder… come on… deeper… get in farther… farther in my cunt!"

Her words bit into him, driving him on to plunging insanity, as he fucked into her, ramming and cramming with redoubled effort.

Nina's mouth gaped open and her head flailed from side to side as he went in deeper, faster, his cock growing each moment, filling her vaginal tunnel with its rock-hard maleness. He pulled her knees up to her chest, her crotch exposed, vulnerable, inviting him to plumb her sexual depths.

"I want more! More cock! Let's do something different!" she gasped.

"Just tell me what you want," he panted.

"Come, my big handsome stud, let me up and I'll teach you a new way to fuck!" she promised.

He pulled out of her and rolled to his side, as she scrambled lithely to her knees, kneeling on a soft pillow, presenting her with her luscious backside, waggling it in his face teasingly. He could see the slightly spread lips of her softly hair-lined pussy smiling at him, and above, the tight puckered ring of her asshole was beckoning lasciviously to him.

Her voice was shaky. "Kneel behind me, Eddie!"

Excitedly, he moved into position, his cock jutting impatiently out toward the soft, quivering crevice. She reached back between her legs and grasped his prick, guiding it to her cunt lips where she dipped the head of it in the moistness of her, lubricating it well; then she moved the great blood-engorged tip to the entrance of her tiny, brownish-colored anus, smearing the viscous liquid on that opening to prepare it for his giant-sized spear's penetration.

"Spread my asscheeks with your hands. I'll guide your cock in my asshole!" she whispered.

Eddie reached down, grasping a smooth, trembling cheek in each hand and carefully spread them apart, revealing the vulnerable brown opening of her tight, flexing anal passage.

"Now, gently, slowly, put it into my asshole," she instructed him with bated, excited breath.

Softly, with her fingers she pressed the large, smooth head against the rubber nether ring and he strained, moving slowly and with constant and increasing force, until with a faint popping noise, the head slipped in and he could feel the tantalizing, elastic muscles clasping him strongly, the tight, yet soft, sponginess of her back passage giving him a series of sensations that he had never before experienced. His sensitive glans were trapped, almost painfully; then he felt her anus begin to relax inside.

"Okay! Shove it in all the way!" she hissed at him, lowering her shoulders to a cushion and swiveling her head to look back at him.

Eddie flexed his pelvis and shoved harder, the length and breadth of his cock disappearing completely inside. Instinctively he paused not moving to allow time for her rear passage to adjust to his invasion.

"Uuuuunnnnnggggggg… now… pull it out… all the way out," she said with excitement mounting in her voice.

The tennis pro's mammoth member came out of her with a rush, and she expertly lowered it to her cunt lips.

"Okay, now inside my cunt…"

Willing to go along with her exciting game, he moved forward, burying his thickness deep up into the straining moistness of her pussy.

"Now, back in my asshole… and then back in my cunt… oohhh. Eddie… fuck me… fuck me… fuck me…"

Eddie needed no further instructions from his Oriental seductress. He pulled from her cunt and she guided it to her anus again. This time it went in smoothly. She was more relaxed, and he rammed it in with wild ecstatic abandon. The woman gasped with pleasure as he pulled from her, she guiding the cock to her cunt, where he plunged his cock in her to the hilt, his balls slapping resoundingly into the soft, inner smoothness of her thighs.

Now the pattern was established. He began to move in and out of her, alternating between anus and vagina, long rampaging strokes, backed by his powerful legs and pelvis, and she guided it with accuracy in the alternation, screwing her hips back at him to get deeper penetration in each orifice.

Nina mewled, gurgled and groaned, the sounds coming from deep in her throat, interspersed with sharp gasps of pleasure as his mighty ramrod of flesh pistoned in and out of her cunt and asshole. She was approaching her orgasm, her breath came in fitful jerks, as he moved in and out of both hungry holes, the sensations engulfing and consuming her, and she was filled and fulfilled, the dizzying heights of her climax visible to her as that magnificent stem of hardened lust ravished her almost beyond endurance…

"Yes… it's marvelous… it's heaven… fuck… fuck…" she panted in rhythm, chanting a sexual litany. "In my ass… in my cunt… in my ass… in my cunt… fuck me… fuck me… fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

She was practically screaming now, faster and faster she chanted to him, demanding her climax, wanting it to come, but wanting it to go on forever, too.

In moments she was transported to the fiery brink of a volcanic crater, the smoking, steamy heat of it enveloping her, searing into her loins, flaming through her mind, until with a groan her orgasm released her in spasms of pleasurable euphoria, and she floated through space, down, down into the burning depths of her sexual pleasure.

Surprisingly, to her lust-crazed mind, she was not burned at all. Her release came and she was in the hotel suite, on the floor, Eddie's cock still plunging into her with relentless force.

"Oooooooohhhh. God… Jesus… aaaaaaaaaa uuuuuuu ggggg hh… I'm cuuu mmm ii nnn ggggg… cccc uuuuuu mmmmmmmmmm iiiiiii nnnnn gggg…" she screamed in sensual agony of orgasmic ecstasy.

As Nina screamed, Eddie knew that he was near himself. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her hard back against him. He was up her asshole, and he kept his cock there, moving faster, longer and harder into her straining, tightly clenching back passage, ramming into her, the sensations in him growing ever more intense. He could feel the beginnings of his own ejaculation, as his hardened flesh fucked into her like a well-oiled machine, the piston of him moving in her cylinder with increasing power. Now, his sperm-loaded balls began to jerk, the pumping action evident of the length of his penis.

Suddenly, it was there, spewing in hosing jets of white, viscous semen far up into her rectum, while spasms of pure, animalistic pleasure shot through him, flashing in electric jolts through his mind and shuddering through his body in wave after wave of nerve-tingling sexuality. His cock continued to pump for several moments as he collapsed on top of her, lying on her back, prone, as she lay under him on her stomach.

"My God," he said hoarsely, panting for breath, "I've never had anything like that!"

"Mmmmmmmmm… you like… huh?" she asked.

"I've never had a woman like you," he said, his prick still jerking in her, "It was just the most fabulous thing I've ever had."

"Well, we have plenty of other things to try too," she promised. "That is, of course, if you're interested."

"Interested!" he said without hesitation. "I'll be your slave if you'll do that again."

With those words he rolled from atop her, retrieved their drinks, lit cigarettes for them, and they stretched out comfortably on the cushions in front of the window.

Clay Marsdale had been in the bathroom all the time, playing with his new toy, the video tape camera. Fortunately, Nina had maneuvered his young employee onto the floor so all their grunts and groans of sexual abandon would be picked up by the small floor mike concealed by the leg of the sofa. Obviously, both of them were satiated and that made Clay happy too. Voyeurism was one of his favorite diversions. Jesus Christ, he thought, my little wife is some woman. No wonder I'm never bored. I've never known a woman who likes to fuck as much as my little Oriental firecracker. She'd have a cock in her twenty-four hours a day if she could. In her ass… her cunt… her mouth…

Shit! I hope she's coming home soon. I've got a big hard cock I want to ram into her myself. I don't think Eddie Frampton needs to have a three-way laid on him right now although Nina certainly likes to have two cocks in her.

The director of the Marina Tennis Clinic stretched out on the floor of the bathroom partially in the hallway of the suite just in time to see Nina's lips encircling Eddie's cock, manipulating him to flesh-hardened, blood-engorged readiness.

I guess I'll just have to concentrate on what it's going to be like when I fuck Eddie's wife.