Swap mates

CHAPTER EIGHT

Elsie stood at the top of the stepladder, threading the lacy white curtain onto the metal rod. Beyond the window she saw the spreading, well-kept lawns of the new housing development. She felt good about the move from the small apartment to the new house, even though she and Bill couldn't really afford it.

Here she was, a child bride almost, although she neither looked like it nor felt like it. She was seventeen; Bill was twenty-four.

"Mrs. William Glass," she whispered to herself as she stepped off the ladder. It should be better than it was.

She was married and out of her ugly home, with her ugly parents. They had been glad to get rid of her and she was glad to be rid of them. All her mother ever did was whine, and all her stepfather ever did was stay drunk and look at her with lecherous eyes.

"Mark my words, Elsie," he would say when they were out of ear-shot of her mother, "with a big beautiful body like that you'll come to no good end. You might just as well start with me."

He had tried twice, and both times she had scratched his face into hamburger.

Bill had been an easy out. She wasn't sure she loved him, but anything was better than staying at home. Then, when he had taken her to bed and turned on the wild sex that had lain dormant in her body, she was sure that she loved him.

Then she found out that she wanted more than Bill could give her. She had already had two brief affairs in the last two months. But she had done it very carefully and discreetly. Or thought she had.

But Bill found out. He was due for a promotion, more money. So they decided to move away from the city, to the suburbs, so Elsie would be removed from temptation.

But now the urge, the need, was back. And she didn't know how long she could hold out.

She stood looking out the window for a moment. She felt, as she so often did these days, the scalding tears well up in her eyes, spill over, coursing down her cheeks. She wiped them away with the back of her hand.

It was bad enough, she thought, that Bill now hated her. No, she couldn't blame him for that. But he bated himself, too. And that, somehow, was worse. Her mind went back to the early days of their courtship… God, they'd been like children, then, innocent as lambs. And be had been so full of hopes, so starry-eyed. He'd been ready – and he's considered himself able – to beat the world, back in those days.

But now here they were, in this shining little house, all chrome and tile and polished wood, circling each other like a couple of dogs, ready to spring at one another's throats, but somehow too civilized to let themselves go. Something she had read years before came back to her. "Hell is… other people."

And they had made the damndest little hell for each other that anybody could imagine.

Elsie automatically glanced at her watch, saw that the hour was late, knew that Bill would be home for dinner soon.

She got to her feet and went into the kitchen, got the vegetables from the refrigerator, the meat from the freezer, found a cook book and looked up the recipe for Bill's, favorite dessert. She beat the eggs into a froth, folded in the cream, her mind on her husband. What did he want, really?

Her mind went back, once again, over their whole life together, and she knew that they had never really been happy. There had been something missing between them, something other people had. What was it? What did Bill really want?

And suddenly she knew.

He wanted a whore. Only he wouldn't admit it to himself. He loved to make her tell him about all her affairs when he was angry with her. But actually he seemed to enjoy it, to wallow in her shame.

Well, tonight she would give it to him.

She heard the squeal of tires as he drove up, parking the car in front of the house, beard his heavy footsteps on the stairs, on the front porch, the slam of the screen door as he came in. He ailed her from the living room.

"How about a martini?" he called.

"Coming right up!" she called back.

Elsie brought him his drink, well-chilled, perfect.

"Well, it happened."

"What?"

"That son-of-a-bitch boss of mine… Jeff Montlan."

"What about him?" Elsie said, a slight ripple running up her back at Montlan's name. He had a reputation for being the wildest and craziest lover around. And he didn't care who knew it.

"He turned down my promotion," Bill said angrily, and snapped his fingers. "Just like that! And then he went off to spend the weekend on his boat with his cronies and his whores!"

"Bill, I'm sorry."

"Forget it," he said, gulping his drink. "What's for dinner?"

"I'll put it on the table."

"We might as well enjoy the house, while we can afford it."

Elsie served the dinner in silence, and they ate it in silence, although it was one of her better efforts, as even she had to admit. After dinner, Bill went back into the living room, looked through a couple of magazines, watched television for a while, and then got up, yawning, to go into the bedroom.

"I think I'll turn in," he said, closing the door behind him.

Elsie finished the dishes, waiting until she was sure that Bill had climbed in between the sheets, and then turned the lights off. She entered the bedroom.

She crossed to the bed and stood for a moment. He paid no attention to her. She let her dress slip to the floor.

"Bill?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you… are you in the mood?"

"I don't think so, honey. I've had a hell of a day."

Elsie turned and bent to pick up the dress at her feet, hoping he could see the thin nylon strip of her tights, slipping tautingly into the crease between her buttocks, catching there as she straightened up. She walked across the room towards the closet, the dress folded over her arm, her smoothly rounded ass cheeks quivering voluptuously.

Bill was watching every movement.

She turned around, quietly slipping the straps of her brassiere down off her shoulders, unhooking the clasps at the back, sliding it off so that her full, resilient breasts fell free. Just as nonchalantly, as gracefully, she slipped her panties down over her firm, quivering thighs. She stood before him for a moment, and, he thought he had never seen anything quite so beautiful.

The sight of her magnificent breasts, the breath-taking contours of her big body, even the little triangle of hair at the base of her smooth white belly sent little shivers of joy through him, set his loins on fire.

As slowly, as deliberately as she had undressed, she walked across the room towards her husband. He sucked in his breath as she approached him, feeling his cock jerk and lurch, feeling the hardness encompass it. She dropped to her knees beside the bed, rolling the covers back.

Bill lay on the bed in the silk pajamas she had bought him for his birthday. With a quick but gentle gesture, she cased her hand inside his fly and began to stroke his hotly throbbing prick, pulling the foreskin back and forth, sending thrills up and down his spine.

"Are you sure you don't want to?" she whispered, smiling. "I want to."

"You always want to," he retorted.

That chilled her, but she was determined that tonight would be different. Besides, she had discovered what her big body could do to a man's cock.

And Elsie did have a big, lush body. She was five foot ten of feminine hollows and voluptuous curves. Everything about her implied sex – her thrusting breasts which pushed out sweaters, bikinis, blouses to the explosion point. Her hips, large, wide, hungry-looking. Her thick animal thighs, well-shaped, caressable calves, nicely shaped ankles, perfectly proportioned feet.

She lay next to him, moving her magnificent body gently before his eyes, enticing him, luring him. The light from the bathroom door enhanced her lush curves. Bill couldn't help himself. His eyes widened with lust as he looked at her. His cock hardened.

"Don't you want to put your cock in my pussy, Bill?" she purred, in her pouty, little-girl voice.

"You know damn well I do," he said, running his hand up and down her body, cupping her buttocks and breasts hotly.

"Mmmmmmm," she mewled. "I feel good too… real good."

Without taking his eyes from her beautiful form, Bill began to strip off his pajamas, and soon he lay before her completely naked, his cock swollen with passion, his balls tightening in anticipation.

Slowly, as if in a dream, the two of them embraced urgently, clutching each other's nakedly hot bodies with total abandon. Elsie loved the muscular hardness of his powerful frame, and her hands roamed eagerly over every part… his back, his shoulders, his hips, his buttocks. She gripped the hard flesh hungrily, as if she could devour it with her hands.

"There's not an ounce of fat anywhere," she whispered. "I love your body… I love it!"

God, she was a bitch, Bill thought. It'll probably be like every other time. She won't get enough, and I'll feel guilty because I can't satisfy her. But God, what man could satisfy her? Maybe Jeff Montlan could satisfy her; they say he wears women out.

But even as be thought these things about his wife, he knew he would fuck her. He wanted her, even if he couldn't completely satisfy her.

He was shaking with desire as he ran his hands over the satin-smooth skin of her sculptured body. He kneaded her pliant breasts, reveling in their resiliency, and squeezed the nipples until they tightened and grew hard as rubber. Then he slid his hands down to grip the silky curves of her hips as she thrust her pelvis back and forth, inviting his throbbing cock to realms of erotic delight. His blood-engorged shaft stood erect, hard as a rock, yearning to plunge into her wet pussy.

Elsie clasped his huge tool with her hands and skillfully pulled back the soft foreskin to expose the rubbery head, teasing it with her nimble fingers, rubbing and shaking it with moves that drove him into a frenzy of sensuality.

"Ohhhhh, shit… oh shit," he groaned, "don't do that too much. You know how I am, I'll come right in your hand!"

Yeah, I know how you are, Elsie thought grimly. But tonight's going to be different. Tonight I'll be such a whore for you that you'll never want to stop fucking me!

"Play with my cunt, Bill… hurry," she gasped. "Play with it, then fuck it!"

Quickly his hand found the curling strands of pubic hair that surrounded her warm, vaginal slit, and his fingers snaked teasingly into the moist flesh, exploring every inch of her wet hole. As his fingers roamed lewdly, she cried out with pleasure, and then gasped when he found her tender clitoris and pressed it, making it rise eagerly.

She gripped his swollen cock tightly and began to jerk it up and down, as the young husband thrilled her beyond words with his fingering. Then he moved away from the hardened bud of her clit until his fingers found the puckered ring of her cunt. He explored it for a moment, inserting his middle finger into her creamy hole and then, with one brutal stroke, he shoved his finger in completely.

"Yessssssss!" she shrieked, as his sudden thrust produced a throbbing mixture of pain and delight. She opened her legs wide, to receive his invading finger. "Ohhh, yeeeeeeeesssss!"

"God, you do love it, don't you?" he hissed, his face a mask of anger and passion.

"Ohhhh, shit, yessss, you know I do! I love it!" she moaned, not hearing the sarcasm in his voice, just the lust.

Hungrily, almost viciously, Bill slid his middle finger into the deep, moist interior of her cuntal sheath. He twisted and probed, widening the eager walls, as she screwed herself down onto his hard, impaling finger, moaning happily, while she continued to jerk his cock up and down with her hands.

"I want you," Bill cried out, suddenly. "I want to fuck the living daylights out of you!"

"Oh, then do it, lover, do it!" Elsie cried, driven to the point of quaking lust by his thrusting strokes.

Slowly, she pulled away from him, as he cased his finger out of her stretched and steaming hole. She moved quickly towards the minor on the wall, and knelt down, dog-fashion, facing it.

Damn, Bill thought, what the hell's she up to?

Her shimmering buttocks waved at him lewdly, a vulgar invitation to be taken from the rear.

Christ, he thought, she wants me to take her from behind and watch it in the mirror. She's incredible!

For a brief moment, he was upset by her actions, because he had never met anyone so bizarre and shameless in his life, but after the initial shock, he found himself eagerly anticipating the act. Once again his wife was calling forth the darker, animal instincts within him – and he liked it!

"Fuck me, darling… fuck me from behind," Elsie urged. "Sink that cock of yours right into my pussy."

At her words, he exploded with raging passion. He moved to her like a panting beast; the veins along the length of his swollen tool were fully outlined, and his balls trembled with lust. He positioned himself behind her, and placed his pulsing cockhead at the entrance to her pussy, ready to slice inward.

At that moment he caught sight of himself in the minor and could hardly believe what he saw. He was like someone else. He looked like a satyr, or a demon. Potent and obscene beyond his wildest dreams. He was overwhelmed by what he saw, and raw power filled his body. He suddenly wanted to tear her apart with his cock. Tear her to shreds with his incredible power!

"Shove it in me, baby!" Elsie screamed, her head thrown back, her green eyes swimming with passion, her hair fanning wildly out over her shoulders. "Now!"

With a deep, savage growl, Bill shoved his massive cock all the way into her tight, cuntal sheath, sinking up to the hilt till the wide base of his prick slammed against the curling outer lips of her vaginal entrance. Wet, sluicing sounds filled the air, exciting them both.

"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned. "You feel so good…soooogooood!"

He began to move his cock in and out of her, slowly at first, as tantalizing ripples of pleasure washed through his body. Elsie pumped back in exact timing to his strokes, her vaginal walls growing wetter and wider and clutching hungrily at his lust-inflamed rod.

"Baby," he moaned, "I'm going to fuck you! Fuck you!"

"Do it!" she replied in a husky, passion drenched voice. "Oh, Bill, darling… do it!"

A savage, bestial passion overtook them both. Bill fucked his cock into her with mounting intensity.

Elsie went crazy watching herself being impaled. The image in the minor was fascinating for them both. It was like looking at a pornographic movie, with them as the stars. The sight of their two naked bodies writhing obscenely reflected in the glass, was the most lewd thing she had ever seen. And she reveled in it!

She was breathing heavily now as she watched the crude images in the minor. She saw him driving his lusty cock into her, his muscular body gleaming with a light film of sweat, writhing and arching as he fucked her. It drove her to excruciating heights of sensuality, and she eagerly pumped her hips, gripping his thick, wet tool with the hidden muscles of her pussy, pulling, sucking, trying to draw him as far inside her as possible.

"Harder!" she cried. "Do it harder! Hurt me! Oh, baby, hurt me… hurt meeeeee!"

These words coming from his wife's lips suddenly jolted Bill. For the first time he fully realized the extent of her wantonness. Until now he had relished it, because of what she called up in him, but, without warning, his conscience suddenly hit him.

Elsie sensed his sudden withdrawal, and she quickly made an attempt to bring his mind and body back to her.

"Don't stop," she cried. "Not now! Ram your prick in my cunt. Now, baby… now!"

Her obscene words were all he needed to turn his attention back to the matter at hand. Immediately, the savage animal fury returned to his body and his head cleared of all other thoughts as he once again began to plunge his hugely swollen cock into her hungry hole.

He fucked her without mercy, his hard, muscular buttocks swinging back and forth, his eyes glued once again to the torrid, pornographic images in the mirror. His thick, sinewy prick was throbbing near the bunting point, and his round, hairy balls slapped wetly against the hot, moist inner thighs of her luscious body.

"Aaaaaggggghhhhh! That's it!" Elsie cried out as he drove brutally into her. She lost herself in the burning, painful excitement of his rock-hard prick tearing along the steaming, quaking walls of her cunt. "That's it! Oh baby, fuck me good!"

Bill now impaled her with demonic force, plunging in and out, his lust-bloated cockhead sliding fiercely along the hot, wet cuntal sheath like a piston. He reached his hands around and squeezed the soft, supple mounds of her breasts, gripping them hard, and sending more excruciating pain through Elsie's passion-crazed body. At that moment, his seed began to surge in his flaming loins, filling his balls as they swung and bounced furiously.

"I'm… Cu… cu… cummmmmming!" he cried. "Commmmminnnng!"

Elsie became enveloped in throbbing, burning excitement. Her blood raced fervishly through her body, her skin tingled as if singed with fire. The pounding, raging thrills in her pussy grew to earthquake proportions and waves of hotly pulsing pleasure surged through her.

"Aaarrrrgggghhhh!" she screeched. "Fuck, oh, fuck! Fuuuuuuucccccckkkk!"

Her lust-inflamed cuntal walls palpitated wildly and gushed forth her steaming female creams as Bill bucked his body in the grips of wild, demonic spasms. In the next second, he exploded with white, bubbling cum that burst from the parted lips of his cockhead and streamed into her pussy like a thickly rushing river of lava.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" he screamed, as his white-hot male cum spurted madly into her trembling pussy. He arched his body triumphantly as she drew in his seed in rapture, her body writhing luridly, shaking with pleasure. Her cuntal juices were flowing freely, gushing around his jerking prick, mingling with his juices. They both watched their climax with bulging, staring eyes in the minor before them.

"Yesssss… ahhh…" she mewled, as little sparks of delight spread to every part of her body. "Ohhhhhh!"

Gradually, Bill spent himself completely as the last bubbling drops flowed into her flooded channel. Then, he slowly withdrew and sank into the soft furriness of the shag rug, completely exhausted.

Elsie sank down beside him and let the cool air waft over her body.

"That was real nice," she cooed, her fingers playing lazily with his softened prick.

"Yeah…?" he said in a low voice. Inwardly, however, he was disturbed. Immediately after his climax, he had once again had a vision of her with other men. He wondered how many men she had fucked that he didn't know about.

Elsie turned and noticed that his mind was far away. She had vividly been aware that there was a moment during their wild fucking when his mind had wandered elsewhere, and she didn't like it.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"Nothing… nothing. Look, El, I'm tired."

Elsie sat up, amazed. "You're tired?"

"That's right," he said, knowing what was coming.

"Well, I'm not tired!"

"Well, you should be… you came, didn't you?"

"A little… but not enough."

Then the feeling of inadequacy washed over him and anger set in. "Then go fuck some of your boy friends. Maybe they can get you off ten or twenty times a night like you seem to need."

"You bastard," she said, starting to cry.

"I need some sleep." He rolled away from her.

"Maybe I'll just do that," Elsie hissed.

"Go ahead. And, while you're at it, why don't you go out to Jeff Montlan's boat and fuck him? Maybe if you satisfy him, he'll give me that promotion!"

"You shit!" she screamed. "You fucking shit!"

"Shut up… I'm tired."

Elsie ran into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her. She sat on the edge of the tub crying for an hour. When the shock of it all wore off, she repaired her face, combed her hair, and returned to the bedroom.

Bill was snoring loudly. She dressed carefully and quietly. When she was satisfied with herself in the mirror, she slid out of the room and descended the stairs.

She leafed through the book until she found the number, then dialed. It rang several times, and then a man's deep, resonant voice answered.

"Mr. Montlan…?" Elsie said.