CHAPTER EIGHT
ANDY LANDED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE bed, between the two women. But his situation wasn't like that of a sandwich filling at all. He was more like a tasty morsel which two chickens were fighting over.
They went after him right away. Liz was perhaps the most aggressive, but Helen didn't hold back. It was fantastic that a wife should be willing to compete this way for her husband's attentions, but that was what swapping had done to the Kimbroughs, even in the short period of time that they had been practicing it.
Liz leaned over Andy. She kissed him warmly and moistly on the mouth as her hand awakened the nerve ends on his chest and belly. He writhed gently, his up-thrust c**k swinging from side to side.
Helen, who was kissing him around the ear while his wife kissed his mouth,
