Spicy Meatball Swap

CHAPTER ONE Exactly when that erotic idea entered their heads, I don't know. But we'd known them just about a month when they succeeded. Willa was fresh out of college and working as a legal secretary in a law firm. That's where she met Anne. Anne, was the receptionist. They hit it off from the first day. Friendship blossomed rapidly as Anne helped Willa get settled into her new job that first Monday morning. By lunchtime they were on a first name basis, eating together at a cafe near the law offices. Willa and Anne clicked so well we were invited to dinner at their home the following Friday evening. We got on as a foursome. Willa helped Anne put the finishing touches on dinner as Woody and I got acquainted over a highball in their living room. He and I had two things in common. We both liked golf, and we both had very pretty wives. Woody owned his own business, I learned -- a sporting goods store which was doing quite well. He confessed to being thirty-five, and when I told him I was twenty-seven he commented that Anne and I were the same age. "How old is Willa?" he asked. "She was twenty-two last month." "Beautiful girl." The matter-of-fact way he said it didn't bother me; it was more the way I remembered him looking at her when we'd arrived. I couldn't really blame him though. Guys are always drooling over her. "This your first time around, Burt?" "Huh?" "Is Willa your first wife?" "Oh ... yes. My last, too." "How long have you been married?" "Let's see ... a little over nine months now." He grinned. "That's long enough to have a baby." I shook my head. "We're holding off for a couple of years." "That's smart. Be sure your marriage will last before you start a family. I didn't the first time. Glenda was two months along when we did the right thing." "You've been married before?" "Ten years and two kids worth. Anne too, but she didn't have any children by her first husband." I nodded. "We've only been married to each other a little over a year. I threw his words back at him. "That's long enough to have a baby." "We're holding off for a while," he laughed. "Like you. Anne's on the pill; what do you guys use?" "Willa takes it too," I said reluctantly. It was really none of his business. He must have sensed the conversation was getting too personal for my taste, because he started telling me about a golf tournament he'd placed third in. The girls called us to dinner, and they did most of the talking while we ate. "Anne tells me you're a teacher," Woody said over dessert. Grinning, Anne shook her finger at him. "You weren't listening to me again, Woodrow." "I hang on every word your sweet mouth utters, baby." "He hears about half of what I say," Anne told us, her green eyes more amused than angry. "I said Burt was in education. And that's all I said about his work, because that's all I know about it." "He's a representative for a correspondence school," Willa said, tossing her long jet-black hair as she looked up. "I'm a salesman, honey. That representative title is only to impress the prospective students." "Representative sounds better," Willa said, looking at me with those big brown eyes. "It's more dignified." I don't know why she's always trying to impress people, but it's her one and only fault, so I indulged her. "All right, honey, I'm a representative. " Woody had taken a correspondence course several years back. He pumped me for information till he was sure he'd been taken, price-wise. No amount of explaining could change his mind. He thought I really had a sweet racket when I told him how much commission I got. He was so happy with the inside information I'd given him I didn't have the heart to tell him I'd barely cleared ten thousand after expenses last year. After dinner we played a couple of games of canasta, girls against the boys. Willa and Anne beat us both games. It was a very pleasant and relaxed evening, and by the time Willa and I were leaving, we all knew we wanted to get together again. "How about eighteen holes of golf tomorrow?" Woody asked as we said good night at their door. "Boys against girls ... so old Burt and me can get even for the thrashing we took tonight." "I'm for it," Willa said, glancing at me. "Eighteen is too many for me," Anne protested. "But make it nine and you're on." "How about it, Burt?" Woody urged. "I'd like to. But, damn it, I can't tomorrow. I've got three appointments lined up." "Couldn't you beg off?" Anne asked hopefully. I'd never broken an appointment once I'd made it, but I was about to give in when Willa shook her head and said, "I didn't know you'd planned to work tomorrow. We'd better not this time. It wouldn't be professional for Burt to put pleasure before his work. Besides, I really need to stay home and get some cleaning done. Tell you what... why don't you guys come to our place for dinner Sunday evening?" "Yeah, why don't you?" I echoed. "I'll get some steaks and baking potatoes. If the weather's nice, we'll cook out on the patio." "Have we got anything on for Sunday evening?" Anne asked Woody. He grinned. "If Burt will throw in some corn on the cob, we've got a date for a patio dinner." Willa laughed. "I'll see he gets the corn. How do you like it? Boiled, or foiled and charcoaled?" Woody patted his stomach, which protruded just a little over his belt. "Charcoaled, ma'am. The potatoes, too, if you please ... mine, at least." "Don't be so fussy, Woody," Anne said, punching him with her elbow. "We just met these nice people." "Horse stuff," he grinned, putting his arm around Anne and hugging her. "Maybe you just met them, but I feel like I've known old Burt and his pretty Willa for years and years. They're my kind of people." "I think he likes you guys," Anne said, smiling as she pinched playfully at his overhang. "Stop playing with my belly," Woody threatened good-naturedly, "or I'll pull your red hair out by its brown roots." "Woody, hush." "She likes everyone to think she's a natural redhead," he teased. "That's why she won't join the nudist camp with me." "You're a nudist?" Willa gasped. "No," Anne laughed. "He isn't. He's a big blowhard about it, is all. He's been in a nudist camp one time -- when he delivered some sporting goods -- and he nearly didn't deliver them because he was afraid they'd make him take his clothes off." "And did they?" I teased. "Naw," he drawled sheepishly. "But Anne wouldn't ride out there with me ... would you, chicken?" "Cluck, cluck, cluck," Anne laughed. Then we were all laughing as we moved out the front door. "Thanks for a lovely evening," Willa said, nudging me. "Yeah, we enjoyed it," I said. "Come over about seven, Sunday ... or earlier if you'd like. You got our address?" "I know where it is," Anne said. "Well, good night." "Good night." During the drive home, Willa snuggled up to me and put her head on my shoulder. "I like them," she sighed. "Me too, honey." "Woody shouldn't wear that crew cut, though. He's too old for it, don't you think?" "What'd you do? Count his gray hairs?" "Oh, Burt ... of course not. I just think he'd look better with longer hair." Her fingers stroked through my hair -- dark brown and cut full but not long by today's standards. "He didn't have much gray," she said. "It was sandy-looking. Maybe that's why his crew cut didn't look right, because his tan is almost the same color." "Anne's hair certainly looked nice." "Like copper," Willa sighed. "Would you like my hair that color? I've been thinking of doing something with it." "Don't you dare. I love it midnight black, just the way it is naturally. The only thing you ever need to do to your hair is brush it. It's beautiful." "Mmm." "And don't get it cut." "Yes, darling." "I like it long." "Yes, darling." "I want it to grow till it reaches the small of your back." "Yes, darling." She stuck her finger in my ear and rubbed the inside of my nearest thigh. "Would you like to brush it for me before we go to bed, Burt?" Her voice was extra soft. I could feel a change taking place between my legs. "You know what that does to me." Wiggling her finger in my ear, she breathed, "I know what brushing my hair does to you. Why do you think I want you to do it before we go to bed?" I had a quick shower, then lay nude on the bed, smoking a cigarette as Willa took hers. Grinning, I recalled the first time I'd brushed my wife's beautiful hair. It was the fifth day of our honeymoon. She'd thought I was joking when I asked her to let me do it for her. "It's sweet of you to offer," she'd said, going right on brushing away at it herself. "But I can manage." "But I want to do it for you." The brush stopped in her shiny black hair. She looked at my reflection in the mirror, then went on brushing her hair as she watched me. "You've got such pretty hair," I said, moving closer to her. "Thank you," she mumbled. I looked at her reflection in the mirror. Our eyes met. "Burt?" "Don't ever cut it." She had a funny look on her face. "Promise me you'll never have it cut." "It'll get too long. It grows so fast." "Good. Let it grow." "But it's past my shoulders now. What happens when I start sitting on it?" "Then you can get a little of it cut off." "I don't understand, darling. How long do you want my hair?" "To the small of your back would be perfect." "Burt?" "Yeah?" "Have you got a thing about my hair?" "I don't know." "Here. Take the brush and do it." My hand trembled as I took the brush from her and began. "You're nervous, aren't you?" "Yes," I admitted, embarrassed as I handed the brush back to her. "Do you want to do it some more, darling?" "Do you want me to?" "If you want to." "You don't mind?" "I thought I would when you first mentioned it ... but no, I sort of like it ... don't you?" My breath came out in a sigh. "Here," she said, giving me back the brush. "Brush my hair some more. I want you to now. Go on." The strangest feeling came over me as I took the brush and began running it through her sweet-smelling hair. I worked very slowly and gently, pulling the bristles of the brush down her hair, following it with my other hand stroking her lightly. Her voice had a melodious tone as she spoke my name. "Burt?" "Huh?" "I can hear you breathing, darling." Gulping, I pulled the brush away. "Don't stop. Go on. I like it." I started brushing her wonderful hair again. "Have you ever done this for another girl?" "No." "Have you ever wanted to?" "No. Just for you." "It excites you, doesn't it?" I cleared my throat but said nothing. "You can tell me. I'll understand, darling." "I don't feel right about it." "But it does excite you?" Her eyes were dancing when I glanced into the mirror. I couldn't speak the answer to her question. But it wasn't necessary, because she read it in my strained expression. "I love you, Burt. So much!" "Let's go to bed." "We just got out of bed." "I don't care. I love you more than anything in the world, and I want you again, right now." Her shortie nightgown billowed out as she turned quickly from the mirror and faced me. Her hair swung through the air and settled softly about her shoulders. She looked down and saw the bulge in my pajamas. "Did brushing my hair do that?" she asked, her voice sounding almost as excited as I felt. I couldn't look at her. I dropped my gaze to the floor. Then she was in my arms, hugging me and pressing her fabulous body against me. "Don't be ashamed of it, darling. Don't feel badly. Look at me ... at my face." I got lost in her big brown eyes. They looked almost the same way they had that night I took her cherry. "You've got a fetish about my hair, haven't you?" "I guess," I mumbled. "I don't know." "I think you must have. I've read a lot, besides my courses in psychology." "Jesus ... I don't know ... maybe I am a pervert!" "Don't say it like that, darling. There's all kinds of perversions. Almost everyone is kinky in some way." "But, Jesus ... hair ... you don't mind?" She giggled. "Not as long as it's my hair that turns you on, I don't mind in the least." "Really?" "Hell no. You like it and I like it ... so what does it hurt?" "Well, nothing, I guess." "Of course not. Besides, it takes superior intelligence to have a fetish. Almost all fetishists are way above average in the brain department, did you know that?" "You're puttin' me on." "No, I'm not, darling. Stroke my hair with your hands. Run your fingers through it, why don't you?" I did, again and again, with Willa rubbing against me all the while. Soon I was moaning softly and my c**k was poking a hole in her belly. "Oh, Burt! This really turns you on, doesn't it?" I groaned, grabbing a handful of her silky hair and rubbing my face with it. "God, honey! I just love the way it excites you!" "Mmm!" "I'll let it grow real long for you," she sighed. "Clear down to my bottom, if you want!" "It's so soft, Willa ... so nice!" "Just for you, darling," she breathed. "All of me is just for you!" I pushed her away and pulled off her nightgown. She stood trembling as I kicked off my pajamas, a slightly worried smile on her delicate face. "What's wrong?" I asked, picking her up and carrying her to the bed. "I read about a hair fetishist, a way-out one, and he liked to put it right in his wife's hair. You don't want to do that ... do you, Burt?" I laughed. "No, baby. I'm not that far out." She took me in her arms, looking at my face as I entered her snug, hot v****a. Her eyes clamped shut. She sucked in her breath. "Oh, darling, darling," she moaned, her hands moving down to cup my buttocks and hold my prick all the way inside her. "I love you, love you, love you," I whispered, my lips moving right on her ear. Her hair was splayed out on the pillow. I buried my face in it and began screwing her unbelievably sweet p***y. "Ohhh ... that's good, Burt ... so good!" Her voice spurred me on. I moved faster, her hips working with me. "If you-mmm-ever want to, you-ohhh-can! "What?" I gasped, so wrought up I could feel orgasm coming on already. "Put it in m-my hair!" At the moment I was in no condition to carry on a conversation. "You're about to come?" "Yesss!" "Hold off a m-min-minute! Let me catch up!" It was too late. I slammed in to the hilt, groaning, grinding my pelvis at her as the sperm gushed from my twitching rod. "Oh, darling ... darling! Ohhhh ... ohhh! Bite my hair! Pull it with your teeth! Yessss! Ohhh ... Yes, yes! Mee too ... I'm co-coming too!" I'd have known she was even without her telling me. Her v****a is so tight and strong that when it spasms I can feel it clamping hungrily all over my c**k. It was eating me alive that time, and when it finally quit convulsing, there wasn't a drop of semen left in my nuts! I was on my second cigarette when Willa opened the bathroom door. She stood in the doorway, naked, her skin a healthy pink from her hot shower, taking off her shower cap and shaking her hair out. She was already excited. I could see the gleam in her eyes and the way her n*****s -- dark brown on the end of perfect creamy white t**s -- were crinkling and pointing. Without a word she tossed her shower cap back into the bathroom and went, t**s swaying and buttocks jiggling, to the dresser for her hairbrush. Her hair was halfway down her back now and, with all the brushing it had got since that first night, it shone lustrously under the light. "Hold up your arms," I said. Smiling, she stopped beside the bed and lifted her arms. At my request she'd stopped shaving under her arms. The hair was full-grown there now. I erected just looking at those two patches of dark hair. I don't know why women want to shave under their arms. Bare armpits can never be as sexy as hairy ones and Willa has the most luxurious bushes under her arms I've ever seen! "God, you're beautiful!" I breathed, sitting up on the side of the bed and running my fingers through her dense pubic hair. Her slender fingers cupped the back of my head, pulling my face past her warm tit till my mouth pressed into the scented growth under her right arm. "Lick it, darling," she urged. She'd never done that before, but I found it damn pleasant. Her entire armpit smelled faintly of her dusting powder, but the odor of her clean body was what caught in my nostrils. Inhaling her aroma deeply, I licked till her armpit was covered with saliva, then nipped lightly at her damp hair with my teeth. "Oh, darling," she sighed. "Ohhh ... that gives me the shivers!" I could feel the goosebumps on her body as I moved to her left armpit, stopping to kiss each of her hard n*****s on the way. Her cunt was hot and wet when I quit licking her other armpit. "I'm ready!" she gasped, grabbing my head and pulling my face into her cunt hair, rubbing it at me. "That was something else ... the way you loved my armpits, darling! Wow! Did it ever get to me! " "I think you enjoy my fetish more than I do," I teased, planting kisses on her undulating loins. "I think maybe I do," she admitted. "I thought of something different we can do ... want to try it?" "Hell yes!" "Scoot up the bed. Lean back against the headboard." My d**k standing at full mast, I scooted up and leaned back. "Like this?" "A little higher ... yes, right there. Here, take the brush." I took the hairbrush from her. She got on the bed, kissed the head of my organ, then hurried up to kiss my mouth. As I sucked her tongue -- she loves for me to suck her tongue -- my fingers combed gently through her long black hair. "What are you going to do?" I asked, when she broke the kiss and swung astride me with her back to me. Her warm butt was on my stomach, feeling very nice, and her hand was on my p***s, feeling even nicer. "You'll see," she breathed passionately. And I did. The next instant she braced one hand on my thigh and lifted herself. She wiggled till her wet cunt fitted hotly over my glans, hovering there for a second before she lowered herself and took every bit of my seven inches inside her steaming tunnel. "Oh, darling," she sighed, shivering and tossing her beautiful long hair. "Can you reach it?" "I think so." "Brush it. Brush my hair. I'll do the rest." "I think I'm gonna like this," I said, reaching out with both hands, brushing her hair with one hand and stroking it with the other. "Oh, I know I am," she panted, her hips rising and falling as she began to ride me. "What are you doing?" I asked, not losing a stroke as I brushed her swaying hair, feeling her fingers moving over our genitals. "Playing with your balls," she grunted. "And rubbing my clit!" "Keep it up. It feels great!" "To me too, Burt! I'm hot ... so hot I'm about to come!" "Go on. Don't wait for me. I'll catch you the next time around." "Brush it ... brush it faster ... ohhh ... harder, darling!" She threw back her head and I brushed her gleaming hair like crazy, whipping the brush down through it as I felt her v****a clamp jerkily at my turgid rod. "Oh, cats!" she wailed, slamming down to take it all inside her body, trembling as she made a tight circle with her midsection and bent my organ delightfully around inside her. "Ohhh ... God, Burt! Oh, s**t, honey!" "Is it good, baby?" "Good!" she moaned, shuddering as her insides fluttered out of control. She fell forward till her face pressed into the bed between my legs. "Sweet d**k ... sweet d**k!" I couldn't reach her hair with her lying like that, but the view of her spread buttocks more than made up for it. It was the first time I'd had a good look at her asshole. At the moment it was winking each time I felt her vaginal walls grab hungrily at my prick. Her anus looked brown and very soft as it blinked happily up at me. Just outside the brown I was thrilled to see a ring of hair I'd never known she possessed. It was as black as her crisp pubic hair, but not so dense or long. Fascinated, I reached out and rubbed both her clasping brown anus and the hair surrounding it. It felt every bit as soft as if looked, and the hair was silky-like. "What are you doing?" Willa moaned, still in the find throes of her orgasm. "Don't ... don't do that, darling!" Respecting her wishes, I reluctantly removed my finger from her hot opening and grabbed a double handful of her head hair, then eased her up till her back pressed firmly against my chest. "Oh, Burt!" she gasped, when I buried my face in her hair and reached around her to grip harshly at both her large t**s. "f**k, baby ... f**k!" I grunted, hanging onto her t**s as I bounced her whole body with a flurry of wild thrusts. "So rough! Oh, Burt ... I like it this way!" "You like it any way," I panted, squeezing her t**s till she whimpered and flung her head. "You just plain like to f**k!" "Yes!" "Tell me ... tell me dirty!" "f**k!" she squealed, grabbing my tensed nuts in one hand and flipping rapidly at her c******s with the other. "Oh, I love You, Burt! I love your c**k! f**k me ... f**k me!" "Baby. Baby!" "Oh, cats! Damn, it's good! It gets better every time we do it, darling!" I grunted. It was impossible for me to speak. "You're coming." I groaned as the first jet of semen sped up my pulsing shaft and shot deep into her. Willa gasped, stiffened, then her midsection went berserk. For a moment I thought she was going to break my spurting prick off inside her, she bucked so furiously. I could feel her nails scraping the base of my fully imbedded rod as she flicked her pleasure button in a fit of lust. Then she caught up to me, sagged against me, shuddering and sobbing as her v****a spasmed strongly. "Oh, good Lord!" she sobbed, reaching awkwardly back to hug me, the soles of her feet feeling all smooth as she worked them over my butt.