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Swinging wife

CHAPTER ONE

Sally Winters, watched her husband Bill, as he drove down the driveway of their split-level home in Spring Valley, New York.

Rather than feeling a sense of loss, she felt a curious elation. Now that he was gone for at least nine hours, (and hopefully more), she could relax and plan her day, not his. Just thinking about the sexual encounters that were most assuredly hers made her clit jump between her cuntlips at a rapid rate, matched only by the beating of her heart.

She strolled to the bathroom and surveyed herself in the mirror. Her eyes, which were green, were bright and sparkling. A little mascara, discreetly placed, would enhance them even more. Her skin, which resembled that of pure, rich cream, would suffice with a little powder. Her full lips, nicely formed and alluring even to herself, needed only a glistener to highlight their sensuality. Yes, there was no question about it. Sally Winters was a magnificent specimen of human femininity, and she knew it.

Unfortunately, the clod who had married her was so involved in making his way to the top in the advertising agency he had joined after college, he was not that keenly aware of his wife's desirability.

At first this had depressed Sally. Brought up in the belief that one was faithful to one's spouse, Sally had suffered the torment of the faithful. But once she had gotten her head together about her own needs, Sally suffered no longer. In fact, Sally was far from suffering. She was one of the most contented, happiest suburban housewives on the block, and her husband had had little or actually nothing at all to do with it.

Giving herself a self-satisfied smile, Sally turned away from the mirror and began to make the rest of her body more pleasing to her lovers. She began with a hot, steaming shower. Then, with the help of an expensive perfume, deodorant and feminine suppository, Sally felt ready to engage the world.

Powdering herself and slipping into a colorful, coal and simple cotton dress, Sally returned to the kitchen where she enjoyed her second cup of perked coffee.

It wasn't long before the doorbell rang. Raising herself automatically from the breakfast nook, Sally tilted her head into a queenly posture and prepared herself for her first encounter. It mattered little that the person on the other side knew that he or she was in for a sexual bout, as Sally was always highly successful with her seductions. If the person met with her own high standards, there was no doubt in her mind that in a short while they would be lying between her legs, panting and begging for more.

She opened the door with a flourish, to the somewhat startled expression of a young man in his late twenties.

"Oh, hi!" he blurted, reaching for his head, as though to tip an imaginary cap.

Sally appraised the young man standing before her. She slowly raised and lowered her green eyes, letting them flicker sensually over the man's body, resting finally on his face. It was a very nice face. Smooth-shaven, well-formed and topped off by a shock of brown, wavy hair and light-brown eyes.

The young man did nothing but gape back at Sally. Her method of staring at him took him totally by surprise, though he was no novice in the encountering of horny housewives. In fact, it was the only blessing in his existence. He hated what he was selling, had no belief in the product and was merely passing time until some good luck struck him.

"I won't ask if your mother is home," he said, "because I would be very sorry to hear that she said."

Sally smiled at him. She backed away from the door, her movement a silent invitation to enter. The young man, Tom, wasted no time in correctly interpreting this gesture. He also moved automatically towards her. It was his natural reaction, for he really wanted to move so close to her that his cock would be shoved so firmly and high up into her cunt, she would feel as though she had died and gone to heaven.

They were inside now, still staring, at each other. Tom's lower lip began to tremble, without his being aware of it. Spittle was forming in his mouth.

"I was wondering" he began, but Sally didn't want to hear any of his sales pitch bullshit. She had no interest whatsoever in whatever it was that he was selling. She was interested only in fucking and sucking him.

She reached towards him, her arms going directly to his waist, for all that she was interested in was what existed from the waist down. Her right hand came up between his slightly parted thighs and she caressed his crotch, fully covered by what society dictated the young salesman should wear.

As for Tom, his heart began pounding faster. He yearned to latch onto her, crushing her to his own body, feeling her ribs mashed into his, her tits pressing against his chest, but he did nothing. There was something about the way Sally had taken control of the situation. Something about the way in which she had made the first move that made Tom feel as helpless as a young boy.

He wanted to take her, yet was not against being taken. In fact, his whole body yearned to be swept away by this lovely woman standing before him. Though he was older than her, he felt that she was superior to him in age. Nothing in her physical appearance gave rise to this sensation in hit mind. Certainly, if anything, Sally resembled a virgin of fourteen. Nothing in her sexual history had left a visible mark on her. Each man who fucked her always was given the sensation that he was the first. Naturally, it wasn't true, but there was something in the way Sally made love to each of her men that left them with the impression he was the first. Her technique was so flawless, her desire for them so genuine, it was hard for most men to duplicate her performance with others.

Right now, Tom was drawn towards her like a man drawn to an angel on the other side of a fiery abyss. Not knowing whether or not her husband would appear at any moment, he was willing to forfeit life and limb for a chance to bury his head or cock between her steamy thighs.

Without even thinking about it, he fell to his knees and began to nose around between her legs for her cunt.

Sally felt Tom's breath blowing against the thin fabric of her summer dress and she resented the interference that the covering provided. Tearing viciously at her garment, she tore it to pieces and let it fall around Tom's head and onto the floor.

Now Tom was facing what he had longed to face. Her pussy hairs were tickling his nostrils. Fighting his desire to stick his moist tongue into her puffy slit, he rose from his knees and began to strip out of his own clothes.

Sally observed this with relish. With each exposing of a different part of his flesh, her heart quickened in excitement. He had the broad barrel of a chest covered with hairs that thrilled her. His slim hips sloped down to long, lean and muscled legs, and there in the center was what she hungered for his exceptionally well-endowed cock.

Its thick, pole-like shaft, covered with swollen veins, strained towards her. Its broad, mushroom-like head sought her cunt out with its slant eye, glistening now with a drop of pre-cum.

And swaying gently in two well-formed sacs were his magnificent balls, sparsely covered with fine pubic hairs, plump with fuckjuice. Now it was Sally's turn to fall to her knees; though she would have preferred the comfort of her bed, her desire and lust for this handsome stranger was so overwhelming, she opted for the kitchen floor.

Opening her mouth with an agonized, small cry, and seizing his cock with her right hand, Sally began jerking his meat in and out of her wet mouth with such speed, Tom felt that if he got swallowed up like this, his whole life would have been worth it.

His blood began to race faster and faster with each new lick she gave his prick, each new gently pulling suck she exerted on his hot cock.

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