Insane Swingers

CHAPTER ONE May woke up slowly, her head foggy with sleep. She stuck her hand on the other side of the bed feeling for the warmth of her husband's body. It wasn't there. She sat bolt upright in their queen-sized bed and looked down in surprise at the place Alex was supposed to be sleeping. It was indented into the shape of his body. He had been there. But now he was gone and it was still way early in the morning for him to be up. She looked down at herself and wondered what it was that was driving her husband from their bed. He was a lot older than she. But looking at the nearly perfect globes of her big t**s and the dark protuberance where her n****e poked out the nylon material of her blue nightie, May regained faith in herself. She was good looking. She was. Even if Alex were blind, his hands would be enough to tell him that. Below her breasts her waist tucked in and then started the swelling of her hips that graduated into her long, tapered legs. Alex always told her her legs were her best feature-despite the fact that she had a pretty face and a great set of boobs. He always told her that just when he was trying to run his tongue from her toes to her crotch, and she was resisting. But May knew that he was being truthful about her assets. A cold chill circulated around her heart and she got out of bed, trembling from a vague, undefined fear. Alex had never slipped out of bed like this before and it worried her. Ever since she had married the thirty-six-year-old juvenile court judge she had been shocked by his almost capricious nature. If he wanted something, he wanted it now. Not later and definitely not tomorrow. He was worse than the kids he judged. And last night was the worst time of all. He'd wanted to make love-screw, he called it-and she wouldn't let him. May gently rubbed her tit where he had grabbed her and told her she was going to do as he said. It had hurt then and it left a mark on her mind through the night. He was willing to toss her into bed and rape her and stick his fingers between her lush, young thighs and manipulate the opening to her v****a as if she were a thing and not a person. May had told him what she thought about that. Loudly. And then after they got into bed together, May had squeezed up against him and rubbed her big, firm, hot t**s against his naked back and bounced her pelvis against his buttocks in a sort of counterfeit love that she knew he'd understand. Only Alex hadn't seemed to understand what she wanted. Her crotch had warmed up and she wished he'd put his hand back between her legs, but he didn't. He had just turned his back to her and rolled onto his own side of the bed. And all night May was entertained by the buzzing clicks of the electric alarm clock as she knew she couldn't fall asleep-whatever she did. Now, Alex was gone before the sun was even up. That wasn't like Alex. The youngest judge sitting in juvenile court in the city, he was well known for his late hours. When May first started dating Alex, that had been one of his attractions-he was a live wire, a swinger, despite his age. She enjoyed it then. But ... not now. Where could he have gone? The answer eluded May. And it worried her. It wasn't possible or reasonable that he could have gone to some other woman's bed at that time of day-but May wasn't positive that he hadn't. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and got up. The almost pre-dawn chill caused her to shiver. She wasn't wearing anything except a blue nightie that was so sheer it wouldn't have kept out a ray of sunshine, much less the cold, and her little panties. She looked down past the conical sway of her full breasts at her crotch and noted the fluffy pad of blonde hair that puffed her panties out. Stray curls escaped around the insides of her thighs and some p***y hair even stuck stiffly through the gauzy material itself. "Alex..." she called softly. She stepped forward and saw herself in the mirror, a white and blue ghost gliding through the early morning half-light. She couldn't help but think about the way her breasts bobbed as she moved. Alex liked to watch them, she knew. "Alex!" May's voice rose a notch. She didn't want to admit it to herself, but she was scared in the empty house. "ALEX!! ! " "What?" May almost peed in her blue panties. She had stepped out of the bedroom into the living room and Alex had practically snarled his question at her. He was sitting naked in an easy chair moodily contemplating his stiff c**k and drinking a can of beer. May was fortified by the sight. Alex, naked, appealed to her. He had trim, crewcut, prematurely gray hair that made him look distinguished. Even the bristly hair on his chest was gray. He had thick, flat muscles across his chest and belly and his c**k was rigidly in place, sticking straight up. May loved his p***s. Standing straight up from his crotch, Alex's pecker was almost perfect by May's standards-not that she'd seen that many before she married Alex. But it was at least nine inches long and started out thick and gnarled at the base. It came up full thickness, like a round, pink sausage and tapered off into a dark, greasy looking head. Alex was stroking it, lightly rubbing his fingers over the head and up and down the shaft. He took a swallow of beer and his adam's apple bobbed, and then he worked his hand over the shaft in a smooth up and down motion, sliding the skin up and down the c**k. May gulped. He was m**********g. Her husband was m**********g. The knowledge that he was jacking off disturbed May more than she could ever admit. She couldn't take her eyes off the glistening shaft of his pecker. The movement of his hand up and down his shaft was hypnotic and May's head bobbed up and down as she watched him stroking himself. "Don't do that," she said. Alex swallowed some more beer. "Why not?" he asked her. "It's not nice. It's not decent. You know very well that it isn't." He looked at his swollen c**k and laughed bitterly. "It's not nice to say no to me all the time," he said. "I am your husband. Or have you forgotten that?" May swallowed. What she had feared was coming out in the open and she didn't want to talk about it. But she was going to have to whether she liked it or not. "What you want isn't. . . isn't decent, Alex." Her face was flushed and her breathing heavy. "You can't just lick ... just lick my ... my p***y because you want to. It isn't right." May stumbled and stuttered all over the words. She wasn't used to using such language and it embarrassed her to say such things to her husband. It was ... crude. "I can say anything I want to say," Alex growled. "Get your cunt over here right now." He waved the beer can at her to show her where he wanted her. Hesitantly, May did as her husband wanted. He was in one of his moods and she didn't dare cross him. She knew how he'd be if she did. She quivered with revulsion as he wrapped one of his arms around her hips and pulled her close. She had to admit privately that it was exciting when he nuzzled his face between her warm thighs and rubbed his nose against her hot vaginal slit. Even through her panties, she felt the touch of his nose gliding over her c******s and exciting her. Resolutely, though, May determined not to respond. That would be something dirty, filthy. Something she'd never do. The tingle in May's crotch receded before the force of her will. Alex seemed to sense it and his face drew away from her loins. The removal of his hot breath from her crotch seemed a disproportionately terrible loss to May. She knew that anything so evil shouldn't be so enticing. But she was relieved that he was giving up. If he had continued, May was sure she wouldn't have been able to stop the juice from welling out of the tight-clenched lips of her puffy, soft cunt. "All right, baby," Alex said tightly. His face was away from her crotch and May felt relieved. She didn't have to worry about his hot tongue stroking her mound through the thin nylon of her robe and panties. He'd done it once before and she still recalled how it had unnerved her, the feel of his tongue pushing like a c**k at her grasping slit. That had been unnerving, too. So hot and squishy feeling... "Yiiieee," May screamed unexpectedly. She jumped at the same time. Alex had slid the can of beer under her nightie and pressed it up against the puffy softness of her vaginal mound. It was cold. Sweaty with chill dew. May couldn't control her reactions when she felt that frigid can pushed up against her warm, tender p***y. Her legs squeezed and unsqueezed and worked around the can, but she couldn't get away. "Don't," she moaned. "Take it away, Alex. Please. Don't do that..." May's cunt quivered like butterfly wings. The unexpected assault by her husband on her p***y was so degenerate, so lascivious that May was speechless. Breathlessly, she tore away from Alex. But not before he hooked his finger in her panties and stripped them down her long, tapering thighs and calves. His finger brushed momentarily against the swollen lips of her v****a and, for a tantalizing moment, May thought he was going to violate her by sticking his finger up her t**t. He wrapped his arm around her thigh and began to kiss it softly and gently. "You got great legs, baby," he crooned. He slipped his mouth upward, swinging around from the outside of her leg to the smooth, moist inside of her thigh. His fingers were gentle and his lips were even softer. "Great legs," he murmured again, caressing them. May tried to break away. His lips on her naked flesh made her all fluttery inside. His mouth was a constant threat of an assault of his tongue against her pudenda. But this time, May was well aware, this time she had no panties for the defense. Her crotch was bare-unprotected. There was nothing to discourage his tongue from lapping against her bare cunt flesh. She was paralyzed at the thought. Frozen. She couldn't let that happen. She renewed her defense with even greater frenzy. Alex clung tighter and May was only able to keep him away by pressing hard on his head with her hands. "Silly b***h," he muttered. "Silly f*****g bitch." "Don't you dare," May panted back. "Don't you dare ... defile me, you beast." "Ha!" Alex snorted contemptuously. His other hand was shaking, making her whole body quiver in rhythm to his movements. His head was under her nightie and his lips were well above her knee. But she held him down. She was proud of that. She kept her husband from debasing himself by rooting in her s*x slot like an animal. She kept his tongue from stroking her furry hole and making them both terribly ashamed. His hand stopped shaking and suddenly a terrible coldness engulfed May's pulsating crotch. She was chilled to the bone. She was paralyzed from her anus to her swollen c******s. It was as if she had been dunked to her crotch in icy water. She looked down and moaned. Her p***y hairs were soaked with sudsy beer. Beer ran down the insides of her thighs. And she knew what had happened. Alex had shaken the can of beer and sprayed her p***y with the icy froth. That's what happened. "You're drunk," she said accusingly. She stared coldly at him. "Yes," he admitted happily, and started to lick the beer off her crotch.